If Secretary Liang knew Qin Mo's thoughts now, he would definitely be glad that the president of their family finally realized that he was not close to others However, this kind of consciousness is more inclined to be a brother control Qin Mo himself didn't think that his thoughts were much towards the young man at all, his deep eyes only looked at Fu Jiu twice, and his voice was very light: "It's really not manly, come out and run a few more laps in a while." “ As he spoke, he turned his body back, his slender fingers fiddling with the black bracers at will, and the handsome face on the side was as cold as usual: "Change it, I don't look at it." ” Fu Jiu: God, can't you just go out and wait?
Forget it, it's better for the great god to be in front of her.
The mind is too meticulous, the person is too dark, and the routines are too skillful, and if you are not careful, you will make people fall for yourself.
When Fu Jiu was a hacker before, he had never encountered such a difficult person to deal with, if the police were like a god, She really thinks a lot about what she does.
However, the great god seems to eat soft or hard, as long as she wilts a little, it seems that the great god will really take out the posture of hurting her brother to hurt her Fu Jiu looked at the man's tall back, slowly hooked his lower lip, and after changing her clothes, she had no scruples, anyway, she had a bandage on her chest and a coat, so she didn't have to care about anything at all, she put her hand on Qin Mo's shoulder directly from behind, looking like a good brother: "Brother Mo, let me point for a while, I don't control the ball well." “ Qin Mo endured it for a long time before he slapped the young man's paws down The great god told himself very coldly that the boy was now in the period of youth rebellion, and any behavior that resisted him might cause some damage to his soul.
It's just that the boy is too close, and when the familiar and clean sweet smell comes over, it always makes him want to pry open the boy's mouth to see how much sugar he has eaten At this time, Xue Yaoyao was already sitting on the periphery of the court waiting, with the poured tea still in hand, and the middle of the coffee table was a very beautiful big fruit plate.
In addition to the green grass outside, the indoor temperature is regulated, the brown sofa is particularly comfortable to lean on, and there is a faint cologne fragrance between the noses.
Xue Yaoyao was still restrained, her legs were too thick, and she always wanted to hide.
But when she looked up and saw the intimate posture of the two people, she didn't even forget to be restrained, she just looked at the young man and smiled at her in a daze, and then turned her head sideways to bite Qin Shen's ear.
The most surprising thing was that Qin Shen actually hooked his lower lip, and then, he reached out and pinched the back of the young man's neck: "Don't bargain with me, a game of thirty minutes, not a second less." ” Fu Jiujun's face fell, and he was a little depressed: "I'm not handsome, and I can't do it."
"I don't even look at my figure, and I say that I am handsome" Qin Mo handed him the racket from the receptionist and took it, pressed it into the young man's arms, and said in a casual tone: "Play hard, don't want to be lazy." ” The receptionist didn't expect Qin Shao to give his racket to others, and glanced at Fu Jiu in surprise.
Fu Jiu is also smart, and when he looks at the receptionist's gaze, he knows that this racket is not provided by the tennis hall, but is the private property of the great god.
I took a look at the racket sideways, and sure enough, I carved a Qin character with silver streamer on the pure black target. aa2705221: