Lin Feng looked at the hung-up call and felt a little uneasy.
Such uneasiness began to ferment with the remarks on the Internet.
Just as Bo Jiu said, he could recognize the two backs that were them, and some fans could recognize them even more.
I had already resisted the voice very little.
I don't know why, but suddenly I got taller again.
When the public relations department found Feng Yi, it was about to talk about this matter. Someone was manipulating it, but the specific company could not be found.
This is 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."
"Mr. Feng." The assistant did not expect that one day Feng Yi would look at people with such a look.
Feng Yi lit a cigarette and clamped it on his finger: "Some stories can only be told to those who understand it. Many people will not understand how much effort it took to bring Qin Mo back, so forget it, it's good that the person comes back."
Assistant Xu always feels that Mr. Feng is a little different.
Feng Shang felt the same way.
His brother is indeed different from before. He is still the same joke in front of others. He will not ask anyone to ask for a cheap fox from the Emperor Alliance, but smokes in the back of others.
It seems that I know something, but it cannot be saved.
Feng Shang stammered and couldn't tell the reason.
But happiness is true.
I saw the photo on the Internet.
He and Coco, together with other teams, shared a joy on the official blog, all of which were in the Aite Spades.
At the dining table, Bo Jiu was still thinking about what method to let the great god try to accept it first.
Thinking about it over and over again and looking for evidence to make him believe it is the most direct way.
The great god is already suspicious, but now it is probably even more so.
I have been eating hot pot for a long time.
Qin Mo looked at the guy who buried his head and caught mutton for him. For some reason, the food in his mouth tasted pretty good.
The old housekeeper also saw this scene.
I thought to myself, is the young master who brought back a little princess to spoil it?
Young Master Qin is so big that he can't pick up his chopsticks by himself?
He sighed a long time, and the old butler knew in his heart that the words he told the young man to be reserved were basically probably directly dealt with by waste.
"The hot pot is greasy, and the pot is filled with Chinese oolong tea. Does the young master want to drink it here or go to the sofa?"
The old butler picked up the pocket watch and took a look. Even when he came to Jiangcheng, his British temperament was not changed at all.
"These two places are not good, Brother Mo and I will go back to the room." Bo Jiu turned to the side, originally trying to draw a tissue and wipe the corner of his mouth.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, something was pressing on her face. It was the fingertips of the great god, and it rubbed over her lips little by little, making her movements very natural.
In order to facilitate the great god to wipe her dirty things, Bo Jiu simply raised his whole handsome face and smiled without forgetting to curl the corners of his mouth.
Qin Mo looked at her smiling and had only one idea at that time.
How could this prey be so likable?
The old housekeeper stood aside. He was a gentleman, so he could only cough lightly and said, "Then I'll clean up another room."
"It's so troublesome." Bo Jiuyi smiled, bringing a bit of bad intentions: "The room is not enough, so I can just sleep with Brother Mo."
Qin Mo looked at the double-storey apartment with multiple rooms in front of him, and his fingers were still feeling someone's delicate skin, and he did not expose her words.
The old butler took a deep breath. It seemed that it was a bit unnecessary for him to find such a big house for the young master. There were eight rooms in total, so why wasn't it enough?
However, Grandpa, the housekeeper knew what his young master was thinking at this time. He put the teapot with his hands in white gloves: "I'll send it to your bedroom and get another set of pajamas for Mr. Qin."
"Okay." Bo Jiu responded so well that his face was not blushing at all.
Qin Mo supported his chin next to him, and his thin lips bent without any trace.
I have never seen such an active prey.
It's also strange.
The old housekeeper was still observing Qin Mo. He originally planned to talk to the man about something, but when he saw what was exposed on his neck after taking off his shirt, his fingers shook and looked in the direction of Bo Jiu.
This is why.
It was 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, and she was approaching a monk on the Fifth Avenue.
The talismans of that monk are rare.
Seeing this, the old butler took his eyes back and did not stop for much.
Even so, Qin Mo realized it. After changing to sleep, his black eyes flashed in the light.
The tea was not in a hurry. Bo Jiu could see that the housekeeper had something to ask her for something, so he reached out and pushed Qin Mo into the bathroom: "Brother Mo, you wash first, let's talk after washing."
Hearing this, Qin Mo smiled. His smile was charming, but there was a black fog floating in his eyes: "What a pity."
"What a pity?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.
Qin Mo's waist was half bent, and his breath hit her ear: "I thought we would wash together, after all, they were lovers, aren't they?"
Unfortunately, even you will hide something from me. How can you feel at ease with such a prey?
Thinking of this, Qin Mo's eyes sank again.
At this angle, Bo Jiu couldn't see it, and hugged the man's waist and smiled: "It's not Brother Mo, I found out, why do you like to flirt with me so much now?"
Suddenly he was hugged by this guy, and Qin Mo had no sign of any sign. After thinking about it, he snorted in his heart. He was starting to coax him again, but he was quite good at it.
"I want to wash together." Bo Jiu smiled unabated: "But first talk to the butler grandpa, I have to tell him that no matter what you become, you are my little princess Qin."
Qin Mo looked at her, and after a while, he smiled a little cold: "Little Princess Qin?"
How did this guy come from?
"Brother Mo, you used to like me calling you like that." Bo Jiu said sadly: "You have forgotten this, hey."
Hearing that sound, Qin Mo curled his lips, and showed an intriguing expression. Then he grabbed someone's waist, and his breath was seductive: "Don't worry, you have forgotten everything, and you can't forget why you want it."
Which man would like to be called a little princess?
Are you lying and not drafting, little hooligan?
Qin Mo was funny when he heard it, and the kiss was also like punishment. He bent down and kissed and bit her neck gently. His breath was a little hot. It was imprinted on his fair skin, which made people feel itchy.
Bo Jiu's hand was snatched and had no place to put it, and finally he even bowed his back: "Brother Mo..."
Chapter completed!