The national school idol is a girl

the other side.

Bo Ximing, who lost the game, used his right leg to kick hard on the wooden chair: "The opponent is definitely not an ordinary player!"

No one in the hospital dared to speak.

However, Bo Ximing could not swallow his breath: "Liu Zongming!"

"I'm here." Liu Zongming said quickly.

Bo Ximing narrowed his eyes: "Tomorrow I'll ask who played this game!"

"Okay." Liu Zongming responded, but he knew very well in his heart that this matter was not easy to handle.

Those in the second college who don't study well have always been better than the students in the first college.

How could he go to the Second Courtyard to ask questions.

However, there are other ways, you have to think about it...

The night outside became a little darker.

The atmosphere of the barbecue restaurant seems to be frozen.

Qin Mo couldn't explain why he suddenly threw his hand away, just when the phone screen lit up.

It’s Secretary Liang.

"Mr. Qin, where are you?"

Qin Mo turned his face sideways and said in a deep voice, hoarse for some unknown reason: "Is something wrong?"

"Master Han is worried about you, so let me call and ask."

With Secretary Liang's words, Qin Mo knew that Han Feng was taking the initiative to ease the relationship. He didn't say anything more and only reported his address to Secretary Liang.

Secretary Liang paused: "Then the Ninth Young Master who is going to pick you up..."

beep……

Before Secretary Liang could finish speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

Secretary Liang was sure that Mr. Qin heard what he said, and even paused for a second.

I just don’t know why, but Mr. Qin’s reaction today doesn’t seem quite right.

When Bo Jiu heard that Qin Mo wanted Secretary Liang to pick him up, he didn't say anything more. He raised his hand and drank the last sip of tea. He held his trouser pocket with one hand and walked out of the barbecue restaurant with Qin Mo.

It's foggy and cold outside, but fortunately it's almost Christmas, and the store decorations along the street are quite warm.

Bo Jiu saw that the master had no intention of skating with her again, so he simply lifted it up with his feet. When the skateboard flew up, she grabbed it and clamped it horizontally behind his waist.

When Secretary Liang drove over, he saw such a handsome scene.

Since there is a car, of course the two of us have to take the car.

Bojiu is very close, less than five minutes' drive away.

After the boy got off, Secretary Liang felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the car, especially where Mr. Qin was sitting.

The neon lights were reflected on the car window. Looking from the rear mirror, Secretary Liang could only see the unclear profile of his face. '

Broken black hair fell down, covering Qin Mo's eyes. It was indeed unusual for him to look like this.

The reason why Qin Mo suddenly pulled out his hand just now was because at that moment he wanted to lower his head and do something.

But even he himself didn't know why he had such a big reaction at that time.

He could even see the shock on the young man's face.

Although the next second, the guy smiled, as if nothing happened.

But here in Qinmo, nothing happens.

He reached out and pressed his eyebrows.

Maybe he paid too much attention to the boy during this period.

Even though he thought so, Qin Mo didn't sleep after arriving at Qin's house. In the dark living room, he first threw his coat on the sofa, then took out his mobile phone, and naturally wanted to send a WeChat message to the boy.

He hadn't finished typing, but he suddenly frowned. When did he start to have such a habit?