The national school idol is a girl

As smart as Bojiu was, he quickly realized something.

My heart skipped a beat.

Only two words are enough.

Turning around, his eyes met the great god's gaze.

Those eyes were a little cold, but they were more profound and something Bo Jiu couldn't see.

She didn't know how long it had been since the great god came.

He held his pants pocket and looked at her coldly and dignifiedly. From that look, he must have heard the conversation between her and her mother.

This situation... is really embarrassing.

After all, no friend wants to be a guest.

I heard her mother ask her son if he liked that man.

This gender doesn't match either.

What's more, the master is so straightforward.

You probably can't accept such a joke.

But that's not important yet.

The key point is that if the master didn't listen to everything, her words of "I don't like" are too hurtful.

Bo Jiu was worried that the master would misunderstand something, so he explained: "Brother Mo, my mother is talking about the kind of love, not between friends. Don't get me wrong. I am proving that I have no wrong feelings for you."

"Is it."

There was no joy or anger in Qin Mo's voice.

He is always cold and dignified, like the clear grass and trees in the hazy sky.

Bo Jiu nodded, and in order to prove that what he said was true, he added: "Of course, if it is between friends, how could I say I don't like it."

Qin Mo smiled when he heard this, but there was no warmth in his eyes, but the less obvious feeling was hidden too deeply.

In order not to embarrass He Honghua, he reached out and pulled the young man over: "Since you don't have anything to do here, go out and see me off."

"You want to leave?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, don't you want to drink tea?

Qin Mo's handsome face was dignified: "There will be another meeting tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Bo Jiu also felt that this situation was not suitable for further discussion. It would be easier to talk about it after sleeping tomorrow and forgetting about the embarrassment.

Qin Mo was indeed a good tutor, and he did not forget to say hello to He Honghua even when he left.

From Bojia Villa to the gate.

The two people didn't talk along the way.

But when Qin Mo was sitting in the car, he could still see the silver-haired young man standing outside the window, his eyes faintly dissipated with some chill.

The pure black Hummer is not slow when driving.

Soon Qin Mo entered the military compound.

Feng Yi got a call, saying that things on the Internet were a blessing in disguise, and now there were more people supporting the Imperial Alliance.

"Thanks to Yaoyao for being the first to stand up and give voice support. You know? Sometimes even doing good deeds requires a person to take the lead. It's not in vain that Xiao Spade is so kind to this girl. These two people If it weren't for the appearance, I would have thought that the two of them were in a relationship. Now the WeChat group is full of enthusiastic reviews of Dimeng, and some media have made the following comments: Dimeng is not only exciting in e-sports. , it’s more about the relationship between them. Youth never cares about winning or losing, but who is accompanying you to move forward..."

After listening to Feng Yi's words, Qin Mo pulled open his collar with one hand, turned his head and lit a cigarette. His arm was casually placed on the sofa, and he played with the limited edition silver Zippo lighter with dark color between his fingers. His black hair is still a little messy.

In fact, he was a little careless and didn't even listen carefully to what Feng Yi said.

The reason for this was that the conversation still remained in his mind.

"Mom, where are you thinking? Brother Mo and I are just good friends."

"Really? You don't like him?"

"dislike."