No. 1723 1 Wash, Desert 9

Lin Feng looked at the hung-up call, feeling vaguely uneasy.

Such uneasiness began to ferment along with the online comments.

Just as Bo Jiu said, he could recognize the two figures as them, and some fans could recognize them even more.

The voice of boycott was already very small.

For some reason, it suddenly became louder.

When the public relations department found Feng Yi, they wanted to talk about this matter. Someone was behind the scenes, but they couldn't find out which company it was.

This was also strange.

Only this time, Feng Yi didn't care. He looked at the photo on the Internet, raised his eyes and smiled: "Assistant Xu."

"Boss Feng." The assistant didn't expect that one day Feng Yi would look at people like this.

Feng Yi lit a cigarette and clamped it between his fingers: "Some stories can only be told to those who understand. Many people will not understand how much effort she put in to bring Qin Mo back, so forget it, it's good that he's back."

Assistant Xu always felt that Boss Feng was a little different.

Feng Shang felt the same way.

His brother is indeed different from before. In front of others, he is still the same Feng Hu who laughs and talks and won't let anyone get any advantage from the Supreme Alliance. But behind others, he smokes like crazy.

It's as if he knows something but can't save it.

Feng Shang stuttered and asked people, but couldn't get any information.

But he is really happy.

They all saw the photo on the Internet.

He and the two people, together with other teams, had a great time on the official blog, all tagging Spade Z.

At the table, Bo Jiu was still thinking about what method to use to make the God try to accept it first.

After thinking about it, finding evidence to make him believe is the most direct way.

The God is a suspicious person, and now he is probably even more suspicious.

The hot pot took a long time.

Qin Mo looked at the guy who buried his head to pick up the mutton for him. For some reason, the food in his mouth tasted good.

The old housekeeper also saw this scene.

He thought to himself, did the young master bring back a little princess to spoil?

Young Master Qin is so big, can't he pick up the food with chopsticks by himself?

With a long sigh, the old housekeeper knew that the words he told the young master to be reserved were basically discarded.

"The hot pot is greasy, and there is Chinese oolong tea in the pot. Do you want to drink it here or on the sofa?"

The old housekeeper took the pocket watch and took a look. Even when he came to Jiangcheng, his British temperament had not changed at all.

"Neither place is good. Brother Mo and I will go back to the room." Bo Jiu turned sideways, originally wanting to take a tissue and wipe the corners of her mouth.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, something stuck to her face. It was the fingertips of the great god, rubbing her lips little by little, and the movement was very natural.

In order to make it easier for the great god to wipe the dirt for her, Bo Jiu simply raised her whole handsome face, and did not forget to smile at the corners of her mouth.

Qin Mo looked at her smile and had only one thought at the time.

How could this prey be so likable...

The old housekeeper stood aside. He was always a gentleman, so he could only cough and say, "Then I'll go clean up another room."

"Too much trouble." Bo Jiu smiled, with a bit of bad intentions: "There are not enough rooms, Brother Mo and I can just sleep in one."

Qin Mo looked at the duplex with multiple rooms in front of him, his fingers still feeling someone's delicate skin, and he didn't expose her words.

The old housekeeper took a deep breath. It seemed that it was a bit redundant for him to find such a big house for the young master. There were eight rooms, how could it not be enough.

However, the housekeeper grandfather also knew what his young master was thinking at this time. With his white gloved hand, he took the teapot and said, "I'll take it to your bedroom, and take another set of pajamas for Young Master Qin."

"Okay." Bo Jiu responded without blushing or beating his heart.

Qin Mo supported his chin beside him, and his thin lips bent slightly without a trace.

I have never seen such a proactive prey.

It's also strange.

The old housekeeper was still observing Qin Mo.

He was originally planning to talk to the man, but when he saw what was exposed at the man's neck after he took off his shirt, his fingers trembled and he looked in the direction of Bo Jiu.

The reason for this.

Because he remembered that when he was a child, the young master asked for a lot of such amulets.

At that time, she was like a little monk, who was obviously on Fifth Avenue, but was close to a monk.

The amulet of that monk was not common.

Seeing this, the old housekeeper retracted his gaze and did not stay for long.

Even so, Qin Mo noticed it. When he became sleepy, his black eyes flashed in the light.

She was not in a hurry to drink the tea. Bo Jiu could see that the housekeeper grandfather had something to ask her, so she stretched out her hand and pushed Qin Mo into the bathroom: "Brother Mo, you wash first, and we will talk after washing."

Hearing this, Qin Mo smiled, and the smile was very charming, but there was a black mist floating in his eyes: "What a pity."

"What a pity?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Qin Mo half-bent his waist, and his breath hit her ear: "I thought we would take a shower together. After all, we are lovers, right?"

It's a pity that even you would hide something from me. How can I be at ease with such a prey?

Thinking of this, Qin Mo's eyes sank again.

From this angle, Bo Jiu couldn't see it, and he hugged her waist and smiled: "No, Brother Mo, I found that you like to tease me so much now."

Suddenly being hugged by this guy, Qin Mo had no sign at all. After thinking about it, he snorted in his heart. This guy is coaxing him again. He is quite good at it.

"I want to take a shower together." Bo Jiu smiled: "But I have to talk to the housekeeper first. I have to tell him that no matter what you become, you are my little princess Qin."

Qin Mo looked at her, and smiled after a while, a little cold: "Little Princess Qin?"

How did this guy get the name?

"Brother Mo, you used to like me calling you that." Bo Jiu said with a sad face: "You even forgot this, hey."

Hearing that hey, Qin Mo's mouth corners hooked, bringing out an intriguing expression, and then held someone's waist, the breath layered seductive: "Don't worry, I have forgotten everything, but I can't forget how to want you."

This guy, which man would like to be called a little princess,

Do you lie without thinking, little hooligan.

Qin Mo found it funny. The kiss also had a sense of punishment. He bent down and kissed and bit her neck. His breath was a little hot, and it was printed on her fair skin, which was a wave of irresistible tingling.

Bo Jiu had no place to put her hands, and finally even arched her back: "Brother Mo..."

"Hmm?" Qin Mo lifted her up from her neck, and his handsome face showed temptation: "You can talk about things, but finish it quickly. I'll wait for you in the bathtub. Didn't you say you wanted to take a bath together?"

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