The eSports King’s Crush

Just when Xiao Nailin was thinking about it, the elevator door opened, and a Qin family member tilted his head and pressed his ear, as if he was talking to someone. After a few words, he leaned down and said to Little Devil Bo: "Young Master, Mr. Qin called and said he had two things to remind you."

"Tell him, I don't want to hear it." Little Devil Bo is very cool in this aspect.

The Qin family members froze for a moment: ...Here we go again, Mr. Qin and the young master are here again.

As if anticipating this situation, the person who answered the phone took off his earphones and turned on the speakerphone.

Xiao Nailin: ...Is this something coercive?

Soon, a neither salty nor bland voice came through the mobile phone: "Next time you run away from home, remember to bring a booster chair, otherwise you won't even be able to press the floor you want to go to. How sad."

Hearing this, Little Devil Bo, who was walking forward, immediately stopped his legs.

The man holding the phone felt that it was a hot potato, and immediately begged for mercy with his eyes, "Young Master, this is what the boss said, it has nothing to do with my phone, it really has to do with my hands..."

Little Devil Bo grabbed him and motioned for him to put his phone down.

The man did so.

Little Demon Bo looked at the phone and reached it at about the same height before he spoke: "Are you angry that you can't find my mommy? That's why you think of the word sad? When people reach middle age, even eating soft food has a sense of crisis. "

The Qin family members standing in the corridor began to look up at the ceiling.

Every question the young master asks is like a knife.

Middle-aged? Mr. Qin is so young, it's too bad to blackmail his own father.

Xiao Nailin had never seen Qin Mo before, so she asked from the side: "An'an, is Uncle Qin very old?"

"Nearly five times our age, what do you think?" Little Devil Bo let him think for himself.

Xiao Nailin touched her head. Isn't this what I always think?

Little Demon Bo said slowly: "He drinks all day long and likes to throw me around like a shopping bag."

Xiao Nailin quickly imagined a middle-aged man who only knew how to make money, was somewhat bald, and had a bad look. He was the greasy CEO who often appears in TV dramas: "An'an, you have worked hard to be so good-looking. Your own creation.”

"Easy to say." Little Demon Bo said calmly.

Xiao Nailin nodded her head and said very seriously: "Then you need to stay away from Uncle Qin. From a scientific analysis, looks are also contagious."

The extras from the Qin family continued to look up at the ceiling, looking at the young master Hei Qin. They really wanted to disappear. What should they do?

But the other side laughed, very low and charming: "Little classmate Qin Weian, you seem to have forgotten that the reason why your mother indulges you so much is because you look like me when I was a child."

This sentence was the one that hurt the little devil's heart the most. He narrowed his eyes as if he wanted to deal with the scourge of his father on the spot.

People in the Qin family also admire Mr. Qin for being able to make the noble young master's face turn cold, no one else except his own father.

"Don't get involved in your sister Bey's affairs." The voice on the other side of the phone continued without any ups and downs: "Selection matches, promotion matches, including the future World Series, any unnecessary things are done to her. Bad influence will never be good. You like your sister Bey so much. You should know that she doesn’t need your help to deal with anyone..."

"The one who is capable will be the king in the end."

Little Demon Bo stopped his fingers and surprisingly did not refute, his voice was a little soft: "I know..."

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