The national school idol is a girl

"This is?"

"New Year's gift." Bo Jiu chuckled, just wrapped in gauze and sitting lazily: "How can a girl attend a masked party without a long skirt? You have lost a lot of weight these days. White suits you very well. Just enough to play angel."

Although Xue Yaoyao has never seen many expensive things, she can tell by touching the fabric that such a skirt will definitely not be cheap.

Jiudian seems to have always been like this.

Think more thoughtfully than anyone else.

He brings more warmth to others than anyone else.

"Thanks."

Xue Yaoyao put the gift box away with a smile on her face.

She thought that she would definitely be happy to meet this person in her lifetime.

Bo Jiu still raised his face in profile, with a sinister and sly look on his lips, which was unchangingly beautiful.

The masquerade party won't start until half past six in the evening.

To prevent the teenager from escaping.

After Qin Mo finished the shareholders' meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon, he took out his mobile phone, slid open the screen, and dialed someone's number.

Unfortunately, no one answered the first call.

Another half hour passed.

Qin Mo dialed the second one.

This time someone picked up.

But a female voice came: "Is it Qin Shen?"

After Qin Mo heard the voice, his fingers froze: "Xue Yaoyao?"

"It's me." Xue Yaoyao didn't understand why. Every time she faced Qin Shen, her scalp would feel numb.

Qin Mo's eyes dimmed, and he made a wait gesture towards Secretary Liang who walked in to sign the documents. Then he walked back to the French window and said in a low voice: "Let Bo Jiu answer the phone."

Even through the phone, Xue Yaoyao could tell that Qin Shen didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Jiudian is taking a shower and it's not convenient to pick him up. He asked me to help him pick him up."

Qin Mo's eyes became darker and colder, and his voice also lost all warmth: "Where are you?"

Take a shower at this time, hotel?

The word hotel comes to mind.

Qin Mo's hands were so hard that he wrinkled the documents in his hands.

"In the Bo family." Xue Yaoyao explained: "Jiudian is wearing women's clothing for the first time. I don't understand many things. We will dress up later."

She answered this call because Jiudian wanted to give everyone and God Qin the illusion that they would always be together...

Qin's top floor.

Secretary Liang looked at the tall and tall figure in front of him, and the chill gradually dissipated, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

The violent aura exuded by the president just now was really heart-shaking, as if if he got any news, he would destroy the office in the next second. He didn't know what happened to make the president like this.

Fortunately, it's a little better now.

However, it's only a little better.

There was no trace of smile in Qin Mo's eyes: "Let him call me back after he takes a shower."

"Okay." Xue Yaoyao hung up the phone, patted her chest, and said to the young man sitting in front of her: "It's too stressful to talk to a great god."

Bo Jiu smiled slightly: "Just get used to it. Ask your friends to come over too. You guys go first and go out from my side. When I finish everything, go from the back."

"Then the great god's phone number..." Xue Yaoyao reminded.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and looked at the time: "I'll be back in ten minutes."

In the president's office.

Qin Mo glanced at the busy traffic reflected outside the window.

His thin lips curled up and he smiled coldly.

bath?

That guy doesn't care about anything, or he's already so close to Xue Yaoyao...