The national school idol is a girl

"Bo Xiaojiu."

"Um?"

"Really want a child?"

"Um."

"Two years too late is not good for your health now."

"All right."

This is indeed what Bo Jiu promised Qin Mo.

But when he received a call from the superintendent on the dance road, he needed his help.

Bo Jiu stood up and chuckled: "You go, I'll take Lin Duanhua, Xiao Mobei and the others around."

Shopping is real.

But it’s also true to go to black brothers.

I want to say here that after the black brothers saw that familiar Lamborghini, their first reaction was to leave!

However, that man's driving skills were so good that he blocked them in the corner with a beautiful tail swing.

Black Brother: ...Really, bad luck!

"Hey, man."

Black brother: ...Who is your buddy?

"Let's talk?" Bo Jiu smiled and said, "ok?"

Black brother: As if they can say no!

Moving closer, several people were squatting in the corner.

When the superintendent's men chased them, they had never been treated like this.

"I have something to do now." Bo Jiu stood there, half leaning on the sports car, low-key and black, but as sinister as a vampire aristocrat.

Foreign language spoken by black brothers: “What’s going on?”

Bo Jiu opened a lollipop and held it in his mouth: "The one in my family doesn't really want children."

Black brother:! ! !

Wait, is there something wrong with their hearing?

She, the one from her family?

Is there someone for this big witch?

Who is it?

They really wanted to take a look.

I really admire you! I admire you so much!

"Do you have anything that can make people submit without hurting them?" Bo Jiu lowered his voice.

When the black brothers heard this, they had already imagined a big drama.

For example, the other party must be a pretty boy, very handsome.

However, people definitely don't dare to associate with the big witch.

Of course, the witch is indeed beautiful.

But...now I have to use auxiliary things to strengthen myself.

This is indeed a bit...well, I don't know whether I should say the other party is unlucky or lucky.

The black brothers looked at each other and they still had consciences and did not want to push people into the fire.

However, Bo Jiutai knew them well, so he laughed again and played with the lighter twice: "It seems that you really have it. You are worthy of being a street tyrant."

A street bully will be blocked here by you. Are you praising others or hurting others?

The black brothers have complicated emotions. After all, this witch’s methods...

"Come on, let's talk." Bo Jiu smiled brightly: "What is it? Which store of yours has it?"

The black brothers felt that if they weren't, that person would just throw the lighter at the oil drum next to him. In order to survive, he immediately stood up and pulled a thunderclap.

After hearing this, Bo Jiu said: "It's too expensive, not worth it."

Black brother: ...Is this still a counteroffer?

"We've known each other for several years. We're all buddies. It's not just friendship. Don't you feel guilty?" Bo Jiu tilted his eyes, and his fair hand hung half-curved beside the oil drum.

The black brother immediately said: "One percent off!"

"That's enough, buddy." Bo Jiu patted the other party's shoulder: "I'm embarrassed to be so generous."

Black Brother: ...You hurry up! Your eyes are bent when you smile, and you don't look embarrassed!

Bo Jiu found what he was looking for, whistled in a good mood, sat in the car, and waved to them.

The black brothers thought it would be over, but who would have thought...