When the special forces heard the back, their eyes lit up, and they finally had the spirit: "It seems that he is really going to make a comeback" Qin Mo didn't speak, his eyes were still looking at the paper in his hand, as if he was making a confirmation.
Before the special forces could say anything, they saw that Qin Mo, who was in the back seat, had already pushed the car door and walked down, with a pure black umbrella propped up on top of his head, and the rain was coming down.
No one could see Qin Mo's expression under the umbrella.
The paper was crumpled in the palm of his hand little by little.
Beneath the black hair are eyes as deep as the sea.
Until now, the unusual beating in the chest cavity has not calmed down, and even the breath is white gas.
Aunt Zhang saw her young master standing outside, and hurriedly put on her coat and wanted to rush out.
However, before she could make a move.
Qin Mo had already walked in, and the closed umbrella was dripping with water.
There was still moisture on both the shoulders and the black hair.
At first, Aunt Zhang thought that it was because of the rainy day, so the young master's mood would not look good.
But if you look closely, you can see that there is nothing bad.
Because vaguely, the corners of the mouth were picked up, and there was some indescribable ruthlessness and playfulness It's like teaching someone a lesson. didn't really get angry, but laughed lowly, and when the black forehead hair fell, she was unusually handsome, which made Aunt Zhang confused.
Why did she become more and more unable to figure out the young master's thoughts, was this something good or something bad Qin Mo didn't go upstairs immediately, but took the lighter on the coffee table, and just turned his head and lit a cigarette, and the sense of abstinence became more and more intense as the smoke swirled.
It's just that after he lit the cigarette, he didn't smoke it, but pressed the burning slender stick on the file bag.
Qin Mo at this time was different from any other time.
The aura of the warlord young master on his body was undoubtedly revealed.
Soldiers with guns were also stationed in the compound.
Qin Mo's at-home dress made him look like he didn't have a sense of disobedience here. indifferent and domineering.
Perhaps only the Qin family can do this.
In the firelight, a cigarette had not yet been smoked, and the file had burned to ashes.
Aunt Zhang watched from the side and did not speak.
In such a family, everyone understands that the burning of some letters cannot be asked.
Qin Mo held the cigarette in one hand, his posture was indescribably elegant, but his thoughts were not elegant at all.
He should have asked for that guy a long time ago Reach out and extinguish the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
Qin Mo stood up and paced upstairs.
He walked very slowly.
But with every step, his eyes sink a little.
Until the young man's sleeping face appeared in his sight, and some emotions erupted under his eyes like a volcano.
Bo Jiu, who fell into the dream, didn't realize what kind of environment he was in, and if he knew, he would never have slept so peacefully.
She thought she had bound her chest and was ready for everything.
It's just a fatal secret, and he has been robbed by Qin Mo unconsciously.
Good eye drops have a certain sleep aid effect, which is to allow the patient's eyes to get enough rest.
This is also outside the incident.
But because of this, Bo Jiu will sleep more deeply than other times.
Qin Mo looked condescendingly at the young man sleeping on his bed, his silver hair lining his fair and clean face.
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