The national school idol is a girl

However, after talking to Yun Hu, Bo Jiu was more certain of one thing.

That is, no more cyberattacks can be carried out under the eyes of great masters.

The reason why she has not been exposed now is entirely because the master has not paid attention to her before.

Even Yunhu, a person who doesn't like to talk, noticed that she was different from before.

The great god must have noticed it...

Bo Jiu's eyes paused. Sure enough, he could no longer use any means to check the master's login information.

Go to sleep.

Bojiu told himself this.

The master was probably just angry that she confessed to her opponent.

When she finishes torturing that Ling Xiao tomorrow, she can prove her innocence.

At least she can tell everyone that she is not bent...

Also in the north, the smog in Lincheng is no less than in Pingshi.

Qin Mo stood in the newly opened room and stretched out his hand to pull open his collar.

When he picked up the wine glass and looked at the traffic at his feet, he realized for the first time that a room with floor-to-ceiling windows could be so empty.

Empty makes people feel bored.

boring?

He'd never felt this way before.

But now I just feel like there is no point in doing anything.

Probably because there is a young man next to him who needs a lesson.

Qin Mo tilted his head and nodded, holding it between his fingers without pulling.

Anyone who sees his current appearance will feel that he is domineering as a man.

But when he stared out the window with his fingers still and his broken hair down, he gave people an indescribable sexy feeling of loneliness.

Qin Mo reached out and flicked the cigarette away.

He walked to the bedside and accidentally touched the mask that was always in his trouser pocket, and his eyes paused again.

That mask cannot be said to be so special.

Very ordinary, pure black without any patterns.

But that kind of touch still made the chill in Qin Mo's eyes warm a little.

That guy isn't completely heartless either.

Although he has a lazy look, he feels very comfortable when he cares about anyone.

And when he was depressed, his head would always hang down, and a few dull silver hairs would stand up, but the guy himself didn't even notice.

That guy... When Qin Mo found that the boy's face kept appearing in his mind, his heart suddenly numbed, and the feeling was very light.

So indifferent that even when the phone rang, he quickly pushed this feeling aside.

The caller ID number on the screen looked familiar.

Qin Mo put the phone to his ear: "Hello."

"Son!" The person on the other end of the phone was in a good mood: "You are going to compete tomorrow, right? How about it? Would you like mom to go over and increase your popularity?"

Qin Mo turned around and lay on the bed: "No need."

The two words "unremarkable" made the caller pause. According to his son's character, he would definitely say at this time, "Where is Mr. Qin? Ask him to take care of you and don't mess with reporters casually."

But today...he just quietly said no?

The elegant actress paused for a moment, made a pause gesture to the person behind her, then walked to the makeup mirror holding her long skirt with one hand: "Son, what's wrong with you today? Your voice is so low?"

"It's nothing." Qin Mo wanted to hang up the phone after saying these three words.

The movie queen over there had already noticed it and immediately stopped his movement: "You must be unable to sleep again because you are in such a low mood, right? Why is it so quiet over there? Where is the pillow you mentioned before to sleep with you? "