Chapter 167, 9 Halls of the Great God's Table Dong

The entire Fu family, except He Honghua knew that Fu Jiu was a girl, and even Zhang Xiaodong, who was always by Fu Jiu's side, didn't know Fu Jiu's true gender.

This is a very important secret, so even in her own home, Fu Jiu's room will not be full of cosmetics and the like like other girls.

But Fu Jiu is a woman after all.

Especially the former Fu Jiu, she had always imagined that one day she would be able to recover her daughter's body.

So in this room, there will always be more or less traces of girls.

In fact, Fu Jiu was quite sensible, she knew very well that if people found out that she was a girl, then both her and her mother would be ruined.

It's just that Fu Jiu couldn't bear this kind of life in the past, so on the one hand, she wanted to cover it up, and on the other hand, she lost her temper at He Honghua.

So much so that she got into the habit of putting the things she secretly bought in the bedside drawer...

Ever since she was reborn, Fu Jiu has been busy playing games, making money, and taking revenge. She hasn't had time to deal with these trivial matters.

And she doesn't think it needs to be dealt with either.

But now...Fu Jiu turned her eyes sideways, and slid her fingertips over her glowing lips. The youthful side face was still so handsome that it made people's heart beat.

God shouldn't be able to find out, right?

However, Fu Jiu forgot that there is a law in this world called Murphy's Law.

Murphy's Law means that the things that people are most worried about will happen.

After Qin Mo noticed the young man's gaze, he followed his gaze and landed on the edge of the bed, with one hand in his trousers, his deep eyes were filled with ice: "You seem to have been staring at the bed since just now. look up."

"Is there?" Fu Jiu sat on the swivel chair and turned around, smiling.

Qin Mo walked up to her, pressed his waist down, and propped his hands on the table behind her in a very beautiful posture. A lock of black hair fell in front of his sharp eyes following his movements. , imprinted on his handsome face, added to his arrogance and rebellion.

Immediately, the man's menthol smoke filled her mouth and nose, which was consistent with the occasional breath from his suit, and it was quiet and cold.

Fu Jiu didn't move, but raised her head with a wicked smile, without retreating the slightest bit.

Qin Mo's eyes are like deep whirlpools in the night, especially when he is looking at you.

The posture of two people is really unusual.

So much so that when Chen Xiaodong wanted to come in with tea, he was scared back again!

He, what did he see! ?

Qin Shao is... Kissing their young master! ?

He must have read it wrong!

Yes, how is this possible!

It is indeed such an ambiguous angle from behind.

Coupled with the fact that both of them are very handsome, it is inevitable that people will think in that direction.

In particular, Fu Jiu supported the chair with both hands, raised her body deliberately, and said to Qin Mo's lips: "Brother Mo, I found you are very handsome today, really."

When dealing with opponents, sometimes it is useless to always use offensive methods.

Compliments are most useful when the other person is angry.

Qin Mo also really smiled, but in the next second, he freed his left hand, and lightly patted the boy's cute and handsome face. It was rare that his tone was not mocking: "The mouth is quite sweet. , however, you seem to have forgotten something."

Qin Mo retracted his arm from behind Fu Jiu, and the magnetic voice continued unhurriedly: "Brother has studied psychology."

Fu Jiu: ...