The national school idol is a girl

It's exactly the same.

No matter the texture or brand color, they are exactly the same.

It's just that the one Qin Mo took out was given to him by someone.

The one discovered by Aunt Zhang was taken from Z's face when he and Z showed up that day.

Qin Mo never believed in any coincidence.

The speculations that had been immersed deep in my heart seemed to have been confirmed, and the tip of the iceberg was cracked.

That always feels like a familiar style of doing things.

The same hacking skills, even though they have converged later, but the first time they met in the game, the reason why he noticed that person was because his techniques were very similar to Z.

And...that look standing in the dark, with blood-stained hands but glowing eyes.

The persistence to give a voice to some people no matter what.

That stinky look that no one cares about, that dazzling way of disguise, that cunning way that appears at the corners of his mouth when he lowers his eyes, even though he looks gentle to others.

These are all characteristics of z.

He knew it clearly, but he didn't want to admit that she was z.

Qin Mo stood there, his fingers slowly tightening the black mask in his palm.

Aunt Zhang still doesn’t know what happened.

It's just that this is the first time she sees the young master like this, and his handsome side face obviously has emotional fluctuations.

The pair of eyes shook violently at that moment, and he didn't know what happened.

At this time, the three people who had finished discussing the play upstairs came down.

Bo Jiu had long legs and was walking at the front. Bo Jiu, who had been looking for her Brother Mo since she woke up, saw the slender and tall figure, his eyes lit up, and he shouted with a smile: "Mo elder brother."

At that moment, the international director even had an illusion. Why did he always feel that there was a tail behind the boy?

Moreover, the boy's impression on him had always been that he was either evil-minded, unruly and uncontrollable, or had a mysterious smile with a mist.

But it has never been like this.

How to describe it?

Little loyal dog?

This must be his illusion!

However, this illusion did not fade with the passage of time, because the silver-haired boy walked directly towards the man without saying a word, with other emotions in his clear voice: "Brother Mo, what are you looking at?"

Aunt Zhang just wanted to speak.

Qin Mo glanced over there, and then pushed the drawer in. There was nothing in his hand immediately. When he straightened his waist, there was no wave on his side face: "It's nothing."

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, but did not continue to ask this question.

Because as long as she sees that handsome face, Bo Jiu has only one thought left in her heart. This person will be kidnapped by her, and the great god will definitely be very angry by then.

However, she can also coax people.

When she arrived at the main house, she asked the housekeeper to cook more delicious food for the master.

Hmm... She remembered that her pet liked reading books since he was a child. Before going back, she asked the housekeeper to buy some books, otherwise her place would not have much cultural atmosphere.

Also, freshly ground coffee.

She does this.

It’s just the skill of the master that is a problem.

In order to prevent two people from being unhappy.

She needs to prepare some medicine.

The more Bo Jiu thought about it, the more he realized that the great god was actually quite difficult to coax.

Unlike her, she just likes money.

Even great gods cannot be bought with money.

Of course Bo Jiu would not do the stupid things he did when he was a child a second time.

Do some research and see if there is anything that the master likes.

Bo Jiu thought seriously.

Qin Mo glanced at her at this time and did not mention the mask. Instead, as if nothing happened, he reached out and pulled the young man over. After arranging the other person's curled hair, he said in a very light voice: "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Bo Jiu laughed again.

The international director was silently shocked, and then glanced at Queen An, which seemed to be saying, you don't care.

Queen An's elegant smile said it all.

The international director also understood and went to see the two people getting along.

The boy really liked to follow the man, and he was saying something, such as: "Brother Mo, I want to eat meat. I'm particularly greedy for meat recently. I didn't know why at first, but then I thought about it, I should It’s growing and needs to be replenished with meat.”

Qin Mo looked sideways, as if he was keeping the distance between the two people: "When are you not greedy for meat? And you use your long body to cover up your nature."

The boy smiled, said nothing, and held up a lollipop: "Make it spicy. The beef is delicious when dipped in spicy food."

It turned out that Qin Mo walked into the kitchen and was mixing seasonings.

The international director was shocked again. After all, he had known his friend's son before. He had been indifferent and polite since childhood, but not everyone could get close to him.

At that time, he had not thought about poaching this boy Qin.

In the end, Qin Xiaozi only gave him one sentence: "I'm not interested in acting, but I am quite interested in film and television investment. I can cooperate with the director in this aspect."

At that time, Qin Xiaozi was only 17 years old.

At such a young age, he has an extraordinary ability to control the entire field.

This seems to be related to one's origin, but it seems to have nothing to do with it. It is really noble and noble...

He never imagined that he would see this person mixing condiments with his own hands.

When Qin Mo picked up the bamboo chopsticks, he glanced at the young man again, his eyes downcast with something opaque.

Bo Jiu was looked at inexplicably, and blinked his eyes. The mole in the corner of his eye was bright.

Qin Mo dipped his bamboo chopsticks into the seasoning in the wooden bowl and handed it to the young man's lips naturally.

Bo Jiu leaned over and tasted it, squinting like a cat: "It's delicious."

It was only after saying this that Bo Jiu realized that she was holding the master's wrist and getting closer to taste something, which seemed a little too intimate... After a pause, Bo Jiu looked in the direction of An Yinghou, only to Seeing that Queen An and the director had already sat down, they were chatting about something and probably didn't notice.

Bo Jiu took a second bite and couldn't waste it.

Qin Mo looked at the young man's protruding tongue and his eyes deepened, but this time he didn't do anything. Instead, after putting down the bowl, he refused this level of intimacy and said in a very light voice: "I'm going to make a call, you guys?" Eat first, don’t eat meat all the time, I will let Aunt Zhang keep an eye on you, and write an extra high-mathematics test paper if you don’t have vegetables to go with it.”

Bo Jiu: ...The fact that the great god always threatens her with high numbers is so unlovable. Forget it, whoever made the great god look handsome is right.

However, did she think too much? She always felt that the master today was more alienated than usual.

That kind of alienation is very subtle, like a layer of mist, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

Bo Jiu held the bowl with the seasonings in his hand and looked at the figure disappearing by the door, his chest felt inexplicably heavy.