The national school idol is a girl

At 9:15 in the evening, there were fewer pedestrians on the road because of the rain.

At the door of the police station, Qin Mo was holding a black umbrella on Bo Jiu's head with his hands sideways. That face in such mist and rain only made people feel noble and gentle.

In the light rain, there was already a car waiting.

A black Land Rover with a red military license plate usually carries a strong air of its own.

"Master." The driver of the Qin family was as thoughtful as ever and took out an extra umbrella. However, his eyes trembled when he saw Qin Mo and Bo Jiu's hands cuffed together.

Qin Mo's expression did not change at all. Apart from raising his hand to wipe the rainwater that splashed on the young man's face, his voice was still calm: "Let's go."

Bo Jiu was still thinking about things at this time.

The computer I brought back could not produce much research for a while.

There is nothing a fat person can do about it, so you have to find someone more professional.

Bo Jiu was not worried that those people would find something, after all, the other system had crashed.

In another half hour, the remaining traces will be destroyed.

This duel depends on how much the master doubts her...

Qin Mo was sitting next to him, his eyes falling on the boy's hairband, and he said slowly and calmly: "Have you decided how to talk about it?"

Hearing this, Bo Jiu realized that she was worried about so many other things, but none of them were as important as the situation in front of her.

The great god wanted to talk to her about something.

I don’t know if it’s too late to jump out of the car at this time.

Bo Jiu shook the handcuffs on her right hand. It was obviously too late. The driver was still driving towards the military compound. He obviously had no intention of letting her go back.

Qin Mo looked sideways, held his face with one hand, and just looked at her, and even tapped her wrist with a half-smile.

Forget about the pressure.

That blow felt as if her right hand would be broken.

Still, it looks good.

Bo Jiu felt that the great god was so lovable because he was so good-looking.

After sorting out her thoughts, she didn't wait for her to speak.

The master's voice came over again, very slowly: "I'm curious about one thing. The first time we met, you said you wanted to compare with me. How can you compare with me like this?"

In an instant, everything Bo Jiu wanted to say was stuffed into his throat.

The driver didn't understand what their young master meant.

As a person involved, Bo Jiu knew that when she was a great master of Bidong, she just wanted to keep her identity from being revealed and didn't think too much about it.

"I'm young and inexperienced." Bo Jiu felt that it was better not to talk about such a sensitive topic at this time.

But obviously, Qin Mo didn't think so.

It wasn't that far from the police station to the military compound.

Now when he arrived at the single-family garage, Qin Mo raised his eyes and first said to the driver sitting in the driver's seat: "Old Wang, go in first."

When Lao Wang heard this, he knew that the young master had something private to tell Mr. Fu. He left the heater on, opened the car door, and got out of the car.

This time, only two people were left in the Land Rover cabin.

Bo Jiu rarely thinks that the situation is difficult to deal with.

As soon as Lao Wang left, the sense of oppression coming from the great god became even stronger.

"How can you be so careless and irresponsible as to tease someone?" Qin Mo raised his eyes and said, "It seems that as a young girl, a top student who has overturned the wall has a bias in this perception."

Bo Jiu knew that she had no strength in this regard, so she simply took the initiative and said, "Brother Mo, you can ask me why I disguise myself as a man."

"I happen to not be interested in the reason part." Qin Mo spoke slowly, his face as handsome as a knife.

Bo Jiu: ...There’s no way to talk!