The national school idol is a girl

Probably the boy looked back too many times and had a seductive expression on his face.

Qin Mo raised his eyes, raised the corners of his phoenix eyes, and walked directly towards this side...

Bo Jiu never knew what a guilty conscience meant before. She didn't know what happened this time. It was probably because she often knocked down the great god when she was a child, and she even hit him a little too much. She couldn't connect her canine pet with the great god in front of her, so There was a slight overreaction, and he threw the phone back to the storyboard director, as if he was throwing a hot potato.

After seeing the young man's movements, Qin Mo's deep eyes narrowed: "What is that?"

"The chief director's cell phone." Bo Jiu chuckled, trying hard enough to divert the master's attention: "Would you like another cone?"

Qin Mo withdrew his gaze and placed it on the young man's smiling face, and the thoughts that he had suppressed rose again.

Someone's behavior of leaning towards him really makes him want to...do something he shouldn't do!

For some reason, seeing the great god like that, Bo Jiu subconsciously reached out and touched the bridge of his nose, which was a bit dangerous.

"Hold the grass, little spade, come and see, that fat guy is starting to take off his clothes!"

A voice came from far away, and Lin Chentao's laughter couldn't be too obvious.

Although Bo Jiu didn't understand what was so good about the fat god's naked body, at least it was better than standing here to deal with the great god and running away decisively.

Before running away, he didn't forget to turn sideways and let the storyboard director escape first.

The storyboard director always felt that after seeing the photos of the great god when he was a child, Da Spade couldn't tell what was strange, but he couldn't tell what the specific strange thing was.

The news of encountering his childhood pet was like being possessed by a demon, popping up from time to time and harassing Bo Jiu.

Qin Mo simply stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man's back collar: "Where can I see Fatty Zhao San? You have to be so active."

The Fat God was speechless beside him: "Hey, Qin Mo, I'm here. I can't look at anything. I'm so handsome!"

"Hahaha, that belly of yours is indeed very interesting." Lin Chentao mercilessly struck at the side.

The fat god's face turned red: "What do you know? These are called abdominal muscles!"

Bo Jiu touched his belly, then touched the great god's, then raised his eyes and smiled, very wickedly: "Fat god, look, these are called abdominal muscles."

Qin Mo looked at the hand that suddenly appeared in front of his abdomen. Although the hand was slender and beautiful, it was much smaller than his. It was as white as jade, which made his eyes darken.

This guy did it on purpose.

Touch him?

Or should I choose this position?

Ah.

Qin Mo's smile was never easy.

Lin Chentao watched from the side, feeling an inexplicable chill on the back of his neck.

By the way, those who plucked the hair from the tiger's belly were either killed by the tiger or eaten by the tiger. Why didn't Little Spades know such a simple truth?

Zhao Sanpang was also watching Bo Jiu's actions. He felt that his figure was deeply humiliated, and he was helpless and couldn't say anything.

That scene is also very funny. Of course the cameraman would not miss a shot. It would be good to keep this kind of scene as a trailer.

Mainly because the young man raised his chin with a very arrogant and coaxing expression, giving the impression of a young master from a wealthy family.

What's more, when Qin Shen glances sideways, the corners of his mouth turn up, he is so doting and can easily make people's hearts melt!