The national school idol is a girl

"I don't need to chase any girlfriends, women will naturally chase me." Qin Mo's voice was very light, and his handsome face lowered, and even his breath hit Bo Jiu's lips: "So these words you said are not here either. Within my consideration, be good, be obedient, and don’t let me break your neck, that’s what you have to do, do you understand?”

After saying this, Qin Mo let go of the young man. His back was so straight and straight that it seemed natural.

Mainly because of what the great god said, it was really hard for Bo Jiu to refute.

For a man with this style, he really doesn’t have to worry about his girlfriend.

In the city, it's not just the girls who play games who regard him as a god.

Even the ladies from aristocratic families who don't play games, who can resist the temptation of the power of the Qin family.

And...even putting all that aside.

With the figure and appearance of the great god, he would probably be a popular star even if he were to become a nightclub cowboy... From now on, she would better not attack the great god with her girlfriend's affairs, because she would not be able to attack him at all.

It's not like the master who attacks her performance, every attack is accurate... Thinking of this, Bo Jiu felt a little depressed again, and was going to have a hot beef hot pot to soothe his inner gap.

What she didn't expect was that after she sat down, a pair of dishes and chopsticks were placed on the dining table.

That position was still placed in front of the man.

Bo Jiu smiled slightly and raised his eyes, looking at Aunt Zhang. Her clean and handsome face was filled with sunshine.

Aunt Zhang did not dare to make eye contact with this handsome boy. She just kept tilting her head and looking towards Qin Mo with a look on her face that was hesitant to speak.

As soon as Bo Jiu saw this situation, he knew what the great god had ordered. Without mincing words, he said to Qin Mo: "Brother Mo, my bowls and chopsticks?" The beef in the spicy pot was boiling. At this time, he took it out and stuffed it. Taking a big bite into your mouth, even your lips and teeth are fragrant. Just thinking about it makes you feel delicious.

Qin Mo just raised his eyes lightly, then picked up a bunch of beef with chopsticks and put it into his bowl: "My brother's cooking is so unqualified, of course I will eat it, you watch."

Bo Jiu: ...Master, you really can’t be so cruel, you will have no friends, you know?

Qin Mo glanced at him again, and saw that the boy's handsome face suddenly fell. His beautiful eyes were still looking at him, and his silver hair was fluffy and innocent.

This reminded him of his youthful rebellious period, and he began to reflect on himself, whether he had gone too far.

After all, this is the first time for the young man to be a guest at home...

"Want to eat beef?" Qin Mo asked the person opposite.

Bo Jiu held up his chin, licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and said handsomely and evilly: "What do you think? Brother Mo, I have been playing tennis with you for so long, and I am already hungry."

"Have you ever counted how many people you flirted with while you were playing tennis with me?" Qin Mo smiled, not too warmly: "You still spend one-third of your time teaching others."

Bo Jiu paused, then stood up, supported the dining table with his arms, and leaned over, with a smile on his thin lips: "Jealous?"

"Jealous?" Qin Mo's body temperature dropped even lower. He held bamboo chopsticks in his hand and pointed the boy to look at the bottom of the pot with his eyes: "Want to be like it again?"

Bo Jiu really felt that the master was too difficult to deal with. He was so cold and cold without blowing into his ears. When could he get beef? She is so hungry...