The national school idol is a girl

Unexpectedly, Qin Mo was one step ahead of him, stretched out his hand to hold the back of the girl's head, and then pressed her into his chest, making her whole face buried in his arms.

Such a hug, with a domineering indifference, and a glance with extremely cold eyes: "What? Are you here now to interrupt my date?"

How dare!

Lin Feng wished he hadn't raised his head just now and smiled: "Captain, you continue, you continue, just pretend we don't exist."

The tip of Bo Jiu's nose was pressed tightly against the man's chest. Under the half-undressed windbreaker was a pure cotton white shirt. He pressed his face against it, feeling the temperature under the shirt. He originally thought that such a person would have a cold body temperature, so he hugged him. It's definitely not that comfortable.

After experiencing it twice, Bo Jiu no longer thought so. The master's moderate body temperature and the smell of tobacco on his body were very suitable for him to take home and raise.

The corner of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

She knew that the great god was doing her a favor with this series of actions.

His head moved forward involuntarily.

It means nothing more than saying thank you.

But the great god turned his head at this moment, put his thin lips close to her ear, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't want others to see you in women's clothing, just be good."

It seems that the great god did not receive her thanks at all.

However, this time the great god made a big sacrifice. As for the kiss just now, if he hadn't said the word "acting" in advance, Bo Jiu would have really wanted to break free. The uncontrollable tingling feeling was not only easy to It affected her thoughts, and even her strength seemed to be drained away.

After all, why do you insist on kissing? A hug is fine.

If her back hadn't been pressed against something, she might not have been able to stand just now. Even now, her heartbeat has not returned to normal.

Also, what does Lin Feng mean by that sentence?

Continue to watch her and the great god?

She can't always hold her in such a posture with the great god, right?

He reached out and tugged Qin Mo's sleeves, and lowered his voice: "Brother Mo, let them go."

Qin Mo pressed the back of Bo Jiu's head, curled his lips, and said in a sinister tone that only two people could hear: "It depends on your performance."

What does it mean to watch her performance?

Is it really possible to be watched like this all night?

Bo Jiu felt a little depressed.

How long will this last?

She knew the Imperial Alliance team members very well.

Loves gossip, especially gossip among members.

Whoever has a girlfriend wants the whole company to know about it.

After all, it is the Monk Team.

Understandable.

But if she is the "girlfriend"...

Bo Jiu's expression flashed, and he tugged on the master's sleeve again.

Qin Mo was not in a hurry.

He was really not in a hurry, and aside from all the questions he needed to ask, he felt that this gesture was good.

"I never knew that the captain was so good at showing affection." Lin Feng turned his head and bit Yun Hu's ears.

Yunhu didn't comment, he just thought the whole thing was a bit strange.

Wu Zhen, who was standing aside, clenched her fingers tighter and tighter. After reaching a certain point, she bit her lip hard: "Brother Mo, Director Huang is still waiting for news about you inside."

Qin Mo raised his eyes when he heard the words, his mood was very light: "I will only help if you abide by the rules."

What rules?

Wu Zhen didn't know anything at all and couldn't care less about knowing.

She only had eyes for the person in front of her.

Why.

Why it came out like this.

She had been by his side for so many years.

There is obviously almost hope.

Where did this woman come from?

Wu Zhen dug her fingers into the palm of her hand and printed out a series of crescent moons.

"Ah, I remembered!"

Lin Feng suddenly slapped his head!