The national school idol is a girl

When the special forces soldier heard this, his eyes lit up and he finally regained his energy: "It seems like he is really going to come back?"

Qin Mo didn't speak, his eyes were still looking at the paper in his hand, as if making confirmation.

The special forces soldier wanted to say something else, but he saw Qin Mo in the back seat had opened the car door and walked out. A pure black umbrella was held above his head, and the rain was falling.

No one could see Qin Mo's expression under the umbrella.

The piece of paper was crumpled bit by bit in his palm.

Under the black hair are eyes as deep as the sea.

Until now, the different beating in the chest has not calmed down, and even the breathing is filled with white gas.

Aunt Zhang saw her young master standing outside and quickly put on her coat to rush out.

However, she didn't wait for her to make any move.

Qin Mo had already walked in, his closed umbrella dripping with water.

There is still moisture on both the shoulders and the black hair.

At first, Aunt Zhang thought it was because of the rain that the young master seemed to be in a bad mood.

But if you look closely, you can see there's nothing wrong with it.

Because vaguely, the corners of his mouth lifted up, showing some unspeakable cruelty and... playfulness?

It looked like he was trying to teach someone a lesson.

But he was not really angry. Instead, he laughed softly. When his black forehead hair fell, he looked so handsome that Aunt Zhang was confused.

Why is it that she can't figure out the young master's thoughts more and more? What's so good about this? Or is there something bad going on?

Qin Mo did not go upstairs immediately. Instead, he took the lighter from the coffee table and lit a cigarette with his head tilted. The feeling of abstinence became stronger as the smoke swirled around.

It's just that after he lit the cigarette, he didn't smoke it. Instead, he pressed the burning slender cigarette against the file bag.

Qin Mo at this time was different from any other time.

The aura of a young warlord is evident on his body.

Soldiers with guns were also stationed in the compound.

Qin Mo's home attire made him not look out of place here.

He is indifferent without concealing his dominance.

Perhaps only the Qin family can do this.

In the light of the fire, even before he finished smoking a cigarette, the file was already burned into ashes.

Aunt Zhang looked on without speaking.

In such a family, everyone understands that the burning of some letters cannot be questioned.

Qin Mo held the cigarette in one hand, his posture was indescribably elegant, but his thoughts were not elegant at all.

He should have wanted that guy a long time ago!

He reached out and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Qin Mo stood up and walked upstairs.

He walked very slowly.

But with every step he took, his eyes darkened a little.

Until the young man's sleeping face appeared in his sight, some emotions exploded in his eyes like a volcano.

Bo Jiu, who was trapped in a dream, had no idea what kind of environment he was in. If he had known, he would never have slept so peacefully.

She thought that just by corseting her breasts, she would be ready for everything.

However, a fatal secret has been robbed by Qin Mo unknowingly.

Good eye drops have a certain sleep-aiding effect, so that the patient's eyes can get sufficient rest.

This is also outside of the incident.

But because of this, Bo Jiu slept deeper than other times.

Qin Mo looked down at the young man sleeping on his bed, his silver hair framing his fair and clean face.

People can't help but want to get involved, or make the other person cry. …