The national school idol is a girl

To avoid being recognized by anyone.

Bo Jiu grabbed Qin Mo's wrist and got into the car.

After the car door closed, he raised his eyes and said with a slight smile: "This is the housekeeper, the relative who watched me grow up."

Qin Mo raised his eyes and met the gaze in the rear mirror. That gaze made him smile: "Grandpa Butler."

How could the old man not hear the carelessness in his mouth? This man was not born with a well-behaved character, and now that he was so submissive, it only made him frown even more.

But the young master looked happy.

The old man withdrew his gaze and showed off his professional housekeeping qualities: "Grandpa Butler was called by the Young Master. Young Master Qin is a guest, so there is no need to be so polite."

Qin Mo could hear the meaning behind those words. He touched his teeth with the tip of his tongue and smiled very harmlessly.

Finally someone knew how to guard against him.

However, I am afraid that this guy is the only one who has never thought of guarding against him.

Qin Mo's eyes fell on Bo Jiu's face again.

When the time comes when he wants to take people away, the first thing he has to do is pass the old man's test.

It has to be said that Qin Mo's intuition is terrifyingly accurate.

The housekeeper's grandfather is also a doctor, and he is very aware of the impact of psychological suggestions on people.

But at the same time, he also understood that he would not interfere with what the young master decided.

There is one thing, try it a little bit and see if you can restore the man's memory.

"You guys haven't had a meal yet. There are fresh ingredients at home. What would Mr. Qin want to eat?"

Although the other party was polite, Qin Mo would not tear away his darkness, and still had a smile on his lips: "It's okay, it depends on what my sponsor wants to eat."

Investor?

The housekeeper's grandfather glanced sideways and looked at his young master, feeling a little headache. What kind of name was this? How many times had he told the young master that he wanted a lady.

Bo Jiu smiled nicely and was very satisfied with the title: "Hot pot, it can be made quickly."

As she said that, she turned her head, grabbed Qin Mo's hand and put it in her palm: "Brother Mo, you have to remember one thing."

"Huh?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.

Bo Jiu's lips curled up in a handsome manner: "My favorite thing to play is the keyboard, my favorite thing to eat is hot pot, and my favorite person is you."

Qin Mo paused, something surged out of his eyes, and then he sank a little bit: "I don't know what I like to play and eat the most, but one thing is for sure. Apart from you, my favorite person seems to be someone else." There is no one else."

Yes, this is the perfect prey.

Especially when her eyes only fell on him, they were even more beautiful.

But the premise is that she is only good to him.

Qin Mo thought about it for a moment. He didn't pay much attention to what she said before.

Now I'm going to give it a try.

Since we want people to leave willingly.

Always pretend to be more like you.

Qin Mo held the person in his backhand, and while his eyes were focused, there was also an unsettling darkness.

At the very least, Grandpa Butler's mood was quite complicated when he saw this scene.

According to his inference about Qin Mo.

Once his psychological suggestion breaks out, everyone will become dispensable in his eyes.

This is related to his childhood living environment.

He has a weak nature, and he used to have responsibilities.

Now that there is nothing to restrain him, he naturally doesn't need to worry about anything anymore.

There are too many psychological criminals in the world, and they usually have a purpose.

What's scary about Qin Mo is that he has no purpose.

Even if he commits a crime one day, it may only be because he is itchy and unhappy.

However, such a person actually followed the young master back to the Paddle City, and clearly expressed his possessiveness.

The old housekeeper didn't know whether to be happy for the young master or to be more worried.

Because now Qin Mo, once he wants to do something, not even he can stop him.

The drive from the airport to where we live is not long.

A very commercial apartment was specially chosen by Bo Jiu.

Because this apartment is closest to Qin's Club.

In less than three days in the future, it will be more convenient for the players to get together for training.

There must be someone watching over there.

Bo Jiu is very familiar with some people's routines.

It would be safest for Lin Feng and the others to come here.

In addition, with Grandpa the housekeeper here, other things can be avoided.

Bo Jiu was thinking that the master likes playing games so much. Maybe he will think of something after meeting the team members.

Regarding this, she also communicated with Queen An.

An Yinghou also felt that this was the most reliable approach.

She knew much of her son's life. In addition to the business game, it is the group of teammates.

There is very little time at home.

Bo Jiu realized more and more clearly that in some respects, God had never treated this man with any kindness.

At least she has her housekeeper, Grandpa, with her.

When I was young and missed him, I would say a few words to people.

According to his character, no one would say that he would miss her.

Bo Jiu tilted his head and looked at the hand with transparent joints. The deck of playing cards appeared again.

She knew it was a defense, a defense against a new place.

The phone rang again, it was Lin Feng.

Bo opened it at nine o'clock and placed the hands-free button: "Hello."

"Hey, Little Spade, are you back?!" Lin Feng's voice was full of excitement: "Fuck, it's faster than I thought. Where's the captain?"

Bo Jiu glanced at Qin Mo, meaning he was asking you, and then smiled and said: "Brother Mo is still there, of course next to me. How do you know we are back?"

"From the news on the Internet, I say you are quite popular, Rolls-Royce, but what outsiders see is the excitement, while our own family sees the secrets." Lin Feng laughed hahaha, obviously happy: "It's just you I can tell by looking at the captain’s back!”

After hearing this, Bo Jiu stretched out his hand to hold his forehead. Even Lin Feng, a silly boy, could tell that. Qin fans would definitely be able to recognize that slender and tall figure at a glance.

Fortunately, Grandpa Butler has already done the follow-up work, and no one can be found here.

"I'll inform everyone and go see you now." Lin Feng said and was about to take action.

Bo Jiu glanced at Qin Mo's profile and said, "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Lin Feng frowned. They are all back. The sooner they meet, the better, right? The countdown to the Eastern Continental Tournament has begun. How they compete will have to be arranged by the captain.

Bo Jiu hummed: "Tomorrow."

She could see the great god's defensiveness.

Being defensive means he doesn't like it.

After all, for a person with amnesia, let him completely accept the settings given to him by others in such a day.

In some ways, it's a bit overwhelming.

Bo Jiu also wanted everyone to meet as soon as possible, but she seemed to have overlooked one point.

Great gods also need a process of acceptance.

Whether it's those teammates from the Imperial Alliance or her...