Chapter Seventy-Six: The Ninth Master Teases the Qin God
"Qin, Mr. Qin. The waiter looked at the face of the visitor cautiously, and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
Qin Mo looked at the two people in front of him, his straight back, like a pine and cypress in Cangshan, making people feel a little warmth.
Those eyes were even more dangerously narrow, as cold as a deep water ancient pool.
The waiter was still trying to say something.
I saw that the noble man in front of me had already paced towards the window, and then grabbed the back collar of the silver-haired boy with all his might!
Boom!
Fu Jiu was defenseless, as soon as she turned around, almost her entire face was buried in Qin Mo's chest, and the slightly cool mint fragrance spread into her nose with the hardness of her suit.
You don't have to guess to know that it is Qin Dashen who is here, and this person will like to pull her back collar.
Fu Jiu looked up and saw that he was looking down at her, those eyes were like deep ancient wells, indifferent and noble.
"These claws of yours are for beating books, not for flirting with men. After Qin Mo pinched Fu Jiu's, his voice was hooked with sexy bewitchment: "Let me see you attack everyone again, I will break these hands, and I will not worry." ”
Fu Jiu raised his eyebrows: "No, we are in the alliance, and Qin Dashen, you care about me so much, is it ......" She smiled slowly as she spoke, followed over, leaned into his ear, and said slowly: "Are you jealous?"
Every man's ears are not to be touched.
Even if Qin Mo is abstinent, he is still a normal man.
The most intolerable thing is to be blown like this.
Looking at the face that tickles the teeth, the smooth and tender face unique to the teenager, with the smell of youth candy, is obviously a very pleasing face, but every time I want him to pinch it to death.
Fu Jiu smiled and moved a little closer: "Did I guess it?"
As he staggered, his face passed over his face, and the pale lips were about to be pressed against his ears.
"Fu!Nine!" Qin Mo pulled hard again, and threw the person directly back to the seat with his backhand, the condescending look was cold and ruthless, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, his fists were clenched tightly, and his voice was extremely cold: "Stay away from me when you speak, I'm not bent, I won't eat your jealousy, sit down and eat your hot pot." ”
Fu Jiu touched the bridge of his nose: "Are you really angry? Did you go to me after the meeting, but found that I was not there, so you got angry? Then you can't blame me, your manager is really too much, just my temper, do you think I can bear it? I didn't beat him, it was completely because it was on your territory." ”
"I have to thank you for that?" Qin Mo's voice became even colder.
Feng Shang was already dumbfounded on the side, after all, he had seen Qin Shao a few times, and he had never seen him do this to anyone.
And it doesn't look like he really wants to deal with his idol, but his eyes really want to break his idol's neck.
But...... What did his idol do just now...... Unexpectedly...... I almost kissed Qin Shao's ear!?
He, is he looking for death?
As the idol's new comrade-in-arms, he has to say a word for the idol, otherwise Qin Shao can really ban his idol!
"Qin, Qin Shao, this, I really don't blame Jiujiu for this, that, Manager Li obviously didn't like him, so he let Jiujiu go. ”
Hearing this, Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, and looked at Fu Jiu with a smile, his eyes were not much warm: "Jiujiu? Heh, Jiuye, your title has changed again? Don't let people call you Jiu......ye?"