The national school idol is a girl

Chapter 1024, Qin Shen knows...

Listen to me, this is what the play looks like..." The international director is really a theater fanatic. When he gets excited, he starts to speak federal. Finally, as if he has realized something, he says to Bo Jiu: "Ah, I I forgot to speak Yanguo dialect, I will say it again. "

Bo Jiu:......

An Yinghou covered her mouth and smiled. After all, Jiu's expression of helplessness and wanting to say something was so cute.

I really want to reach out and pinch that white, tender and clean little face.

Why isn't he her son?

But it's okay, if you marry someone into her family, you'll be considered part of her family.

It's just that Mo'er was a little worried.

She has never seen her son be so persistent with anyone, and she doesn't know whether this is a good thing or not...

The night outside the window got a little darker.

Qin's study room.

Qin Mo's eyes were so deep that you couldn't tell the slightest warmth: "You mean she has been preparing to go abroad recently."

"Yes, young master." The special soldier scrolled through the information found on the computer and said in a steady voice: "And I found that this ninth young master is very smart. Although he is a student and plays e-sports on the surface, he is involved in many things. , even Fu Zhongyi, his father, was plotted by him. "

Qin Mo's tone was very calm: "It's bloody to take back what others have stolen. Fu Zhongyi deserves to be plotted against."

Special Forces: ...Ahem, why did he forget that the young master is obsessed with a certain boy and can't help himself. He should have worded it better.

"Jiu Shao's father is indeed nothing. Ju said he had prepared some dirty information about Jiu Shao and wanted to reveal it at the shareholders' meeting, just to get the company into his hands."

When Qin Mo heard this, he tapped his fingers on the table: "What black material?"

"The photos of Ninth Young Master confessing to a man before." The special soldier actually didn't want to talk about this. After all, the boss was really not in a good mood.

Sure enough, there was the sound of a lighter, followed by a voice without warmth: "Whoever provided these photos, ask them to come out and talk."

The special forces know that the average young master will not be too friendly.

"What else was found?" Qin Mo originally wanted to smoke, but when he turned his head to light it, he seemed to remember something, frowned, and threw the silver lighter back on the desk.

The special forces don't understand, the rest?

"there is none left."

Qin Mo raised his eyes: "Is she related to Xing Yeyi?"

"No." The special forces soldier said with certainty. After all, the boss had said from the beginning that this was the most important direction of investigation: "The two people don't seem to have anything to do with each other."

It won't matter.

The better it is hidden, the more profound the relationship is.

Hoshino Kazuo should be the bamboo horse that guy mentioned.

Qin Mo has never cared so much about the intersection when he was a child.

Especially when that guy was sleeping, he was still chanting the other person's name.

Qin Mo's fingers froze for a moment, and his eyes were cold: "Why is she preparing to go abroad?"

"After investigating the reason, it's strange that Ninth Young Master's mother doesn't seem to know that Ninth Young Master plans to go abroad." This last sentence is something that the special forces do not say easily.

But Qin Mo's eyes suddenly darkened: "You mean you don't even know about He Honghua?"

"Yes." The special forces soldier took another look at the display on the data.

Qin Mo's voice was deeper and colder than before: "How many days does she plan to stay abroad?"

"Um..." the special forces soldier hesitated for a while before saying, "Master Ninth has not booked a return ticket, so the return date must be undecided."

Undecided return date?

When he heard this word, the warmth in Qin Mo's whole body seemed to be taken away. When such a voice reached the ears of the special forces through the mobile phone, there was a feeling that could make people fall into an icy pool: "She It’s not that she didn’t book a return ticket, it’s that she had no intention of coming back.”

The special forces have a meal, boss, what does this mean? When I wanted to ask something, the line over there had been closed, and I could still vaguely hear the sound of something being thrown out.

The entire study went dark with the sound.

The wrist of one of Qin Mo's hands was still tied with a white bandage, which made him look different from his usual self. His abstinence brought out an indifference that would make others feel distant.

Until now.

That guy never thought about having a future with him.

Even at this point, it's the same.

Qin Mo sat there, with his broken hair covering his face. The corners of his mouth were curved, but there was no trace of a smile.

My wrist hurts a little.

But it was as if he didn't feel it.

It wasn't until Aunt Zhang came in and saw the collapsed white cloth that she exclaimed: "Master, your hands!"

Qin Mo glanced sideways, stretched out his hand, pulled the white cloth back to its original position, then tightened it, and said in a low voice: "Is something wrong?"

Aunt Zhang noticed the chill on her young master's body and didn't know what was going on. She walked over, picked up the phone and put it on the table: "Madam asked me to come in and tell the young master that dinner has been prepared and that Ninth Young Master is here."

"I know." Qin Mo seemed to be a little absent-minded. He just said "I know" and said nothing more.

But when Aunt Zhang glanced at the table, she paused: "Didn't the young master put this mask on the coffee table outside? Why is there one here too?"

Qin Mo frowned: "The coffee table outside?"

"Yes, I just put it away for the young master. Doesn't the young master like this mask very much?"

Aunt Zhang was right. Qin Mo really liked this mask, not because it had anything special, but because someone gave it to him, so Qin Mo considered it a special treasure.

Naturally, it is not as good as the electronic USB flash drive cigarette lighter, but basically anything Bo Jiu gave to Qin Mo, he would put it away, even if it was a black mask.

But Qin Mo remembered clearly that this mask had always been kept in his study and had never been taken out.

So what happened to the one Aunt Zhang was looking at?

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes: "Aunt Zhang, where did you put the mask?"

"It's over there on the coffee table. Master, didn't you take it?" Aunt Zhang was still puzzled.

Qin Mo had already stood up, walked towards the living room, and settled in the direction of the coffee table. He was very slender. Even though his wrists were still wrapped with straps, the whiter they looked, the more Qin Mo looked like a sick prince, so handsome that people felt pity for him.

"Here?" Qin Mo asked Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang nodded and said, "It's in the small square under the coffee table."

Hearing this, Qin Mo stretched out his hand and opened the secret compartment. Then, with a move of his slender fingers, another mask appeared in his palm to his surprise.

This... Aunt Zhang looked at the mask Qin Mo was originally holding, then at the one he took out, and immediately said, "These are two masks, why are they so the same."

Yesterday I met an old friend and she asked me what makes you happiest after so many years of writing books. I said that I saw my people seriously discussing listening to Qi Shao's words, quitting private groups and so on, and doing more charity work. Sometimes, I feel very happy. I always think they are cute and want to rub my head. My friend laughed: Then you need to update more, you are a scumbag and a speedy party. I:……