The national school idol is a girl

Bojiu is really a bit inconvenient.

She put one hand in her trouser pocket, paused, and looked sideways at Xue Yaoyao.

Xue Yaoyao actually doesn't want to change her clothes, mainly because of her figure... She probably can't wear the clothes here...

However, Xue Yaoyao still underestimated the influence of the name Qinmo in the North District. In this kind of industry in the city, the Qin family will have more or less shares.

So here, they are treated like VIPs.

The receptionist standing next to her was very beautiful, wearing a professional suit, and said to her: "Miss Xue, we have prepared the sportswear you want to wear, please come over here."

After the receptionist finished speaking, he half-bowed towards Qin Mo before leading the people away.

It was the first time for Xue Yaoyao to come to this kind of place, so she was inevitably a little cautious, so she didn't notice anything wrong with Bo Jiu.

Apart from the receptionist, the only two people left in the gorgeously decorated hall were Bo Jiu and Qin Mo.

The men's locker room is not far to their left.

Bojiu was still thinking about what excuse she was going to use.

Qin Mo had already hooked her neck with one hand and led her into the door. His left hand did not forget to pull the sportswear from the receptionist's hand.

President Qin has a habit of never letting anyone wait on him when he enters a place like this. Even if he needs to change clothes, he will ask the receptionists to wait outside.

Although it is VIP-level treatment, the locker room is the same.

As soon as Bo Jiu entered the room, he looked around. Except for the cabinet that was opened, which provided a little shielding function, the rest of the place was empty.

If she changes clothes here, her gender will be revealed within three seconds.

In fact, as early as when Qin Mo said he wanted to play ball, Bo Jiu had already prepared for physical contact. When he got up today, he specially put a bandage around his chest and also wore a pure white hurdle vest. .

But even so, you can't strip naked in front of a great god, right?

Bo Jiu hugged the black sportswear the man gave her, her beautiful brows furrowed, and her eyes sank.

Qin Mo's windbreaker had been given to the receptionist when he came in, and now he only had the suit on him. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, turned his head to look at Bo Jiu, and raised the corner of his mouth, showing his handsomeness that could not be concealed. Abstinence: "What? You still want me to take it off for you?"

Bo Jiu knew that the great god was trying to find fault with her for the first time.

It seems that it is impossible to repeat the old skills. There is a fundamental difference between the current master and the man who could do face-to-face tutorials when she first met.

The difference is that he really regards her as his younger brother...

"Still not moving?" Qin Mo tugged with his slender fingers and threw the shirt into the closet. He first took out a lighter and lit a cigarette with his head tilted. As the smoke rose, only his naked and perfect upper body could be seen. Wearing only a pair of pure black handmade trousers, the well-made trousers made his legs extra slender. He had untied the black belt around his waist and pinned it to one side. It was sexy and deadly.

He took a puff of cigarette before looking at Bo Jiu. With a move of his fingers, he pulled Bo Jiu over again. His eyes were as indifferent as water, and he was domineering and manly: "Is he still thinking about having sex in the toilet like last time?" People, there is no one here to flirt with you, don’t think about anything wrong there, if you don’t move, I will help you take it off.”