Chapter 1858 Desert 9, Sugar

There is really no way to answer this!

Mr. Wang, who was committed to steering the topic in the normal direction, also stuttered at this time: "Marry, marry... Well, then let me first wish Mr. Qin that his wish will come true as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he raised his head and stopped talking. It was still a matter of drinking!

Qin Mo's thoughts did not stop after the dinner.

After getting in the car, the special assistant asked: "Are you going back to the company or home?"

Qin Mo said casually: "Go to her."

Needless to say who she is, the special assistant also understands.

Zai Lin was driving because he wanted to send a message telling Miss Jiu to "study hard" or something like that.

Qin Mo, who was sitting in the back, spoke again: "Don't do such things as reporting news through the air."

The special assistant immediately put away his phone, feeling that their president didn't have much patience today.

At this time, Bo Jiu, who was holding a lollipop in his mouth, was teaching his disciples how to play the trumpet, or what to do if they were bullied.

Although her apprentice's fighting style is fierce, there are not that many people who know the goods.

After listening to this, Xiao Mo Bei, who was sitting in front of the computer, raised his eyes and said in a light voice: "Master, it's time for you to write the test questions."

"I don't have the energy to write, I'm hungry." Bo Jiu smiled evilly and propped his chin with one hand: "How about master taking you out to eat hot pot?"

Xiao Mo Bei stood up: "I'll cook for you. You can't eat spicy food before the college entrance examination."

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows in amusement: "Where did you get this trick from?"

Xiao Mobei had no expression on his face, as if he was thinking about it for a moment before he said, "My neighbor's sister also took the college entrance examination, and her family members all say so."

Bo Jiu leaned there with a slender figure, lazily biting a piece of dogtail grass that he pulled from somewhere, and said with a handsome profile, "I'm bored, I want to drink."

"You can't drink either." Xiao Mobei took a potato and said, "Making potato beef?"

Bo Jiu leaned back: "If you can't eat hot pot or drink alcohol, your life will be meaningless."

Xiao Mobei washed the potatoes.

Putting it on the chopping board, she comforted her master seriously: "After you finish the college entrance examination, you can marry your master's wife."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu's eyes lit up, and under his silvery hair, he even curled up the corner of his mouth: "Okay, I'll just endure it. Compared to hot pot and wine, your mistress is the most important. The title of mistress is a good one. Use it more in the future.”

Before Xiao Mo Bei nodded, she saw the figure appearing behind her master.

Bo Jiu also realized it.

Before she could look back.

The clear and cold voice rang in my ears: "Master Wife? Is this a good title?"

"I am the master, and of course you will be the master's wife." Bo Jiu pretended to be serious: "Otherwise, the hierarchy will be chaotic."

Qin Mo snorted, held Bo Jiu's wrist, and walked upstairs.

Someone still needs to be "disciplined" behind a closed door.

As for the method of discipline, it always ended with Bo Jiu's collarbone being covered with marks.

Still today.

Bo Jiuban raised his head, the arc of his jaw had a fragile beauty, and he was as handsome as a boy.

She lowered her voice and her breath was a little messy, but you could still vaguely hear her saying: "Be gentle."

Qin Mo put one hand around the person's waist and pushed her against the door. His body was half bent, and his fingers had already unbuttoned all the buttons of her shirt. His thin lips rested on the fair and beautiful collarbone, and his eyes were deep. He was very nervous, as if he was suppressing something, but because of this suppression, he became more and more deadly sexy in his coldness: "I'll wait until you finish the exam..."