Perhaps the boy looked back too many times and had a seductive expression.
Qin Mo raised his eyes, picked the corners of Feng's eyes, and walked straight towards this side...
Bo Jiu never knew what guilt was. This time, I don’t know what happened. Maybe it was because he often threw the master down when he was a child, and he was a little over-the-headed and could not associate her dog-shaped pet with the master in front of him. So he was a little over-reacting and threw the phone back to the storyboard director, which seemed like he was throwing some hot potato.
After seeing the boy's movements, Qin Mo narrowed his deep eyes: "What is that?"
"The director's mobile phone." Bo Jiu chuckled, and in order to divert the great god's attention, he was also very hard-working: "Do you want another cone?"
Qin Mo took back his eyes and placed them on the boy's smiling face. The thought that had been suppressed rose again.
Someone's behavior of likes to get in front of him really makes him want to... do something he shouldn't do!
For some reason, seeing the great god like that, Bo Jiu subconsciously reached out and touched the bridge of his nose, which was a bit dangerous.
"Hold the grass, little spades, come and see, the fat guy has started to take off his clothes!"
When the voice came from afar, Lin Chentao's laughter was simply too obvious.
Although Bo Jiu didn't understand what the fat god's fruit body looked good, it was at least better than standing here to deal with the great god and running decisively.
Before running, I didn't forget to turn to the side and let the storyboard director escape first.
The storyboard director always feels that after seeing the photos of the great god when he was a child, he can't tell what is strange, but he really can't tell where the details are.
The news of encountering a childhood pet was like being possessed by a demon, popping up from time to time and harassing Bo Jiu for a while.
Qin Mo simply stretched out his hand and grabbed the boy's back collar: "Where can Zhao Sanpang see it? You have to be so active."
The fat god was speechless next to him: "Hey, Qin Mo, I am here, how can I watch it? I am so handsome!"
"Hahaha, your belly is really impressive." Lin Chentao mercilessly finished the blow next to him.
The fat god blushed: "What do you know? This is called abdominal muscles!"
Bo Jiu touched his stomach, then touched the master, then raised his eyes and smiled, very evil and gangster: "Fat God, look, this is called abdominal muscles."
Qin Mo looked at the hand that suddenly appeared in front of his abdomen. Although the hand was slender and beautiful, it was much smaller than his. His fairness made his eyes sink.
This guy did it on purpose.
Touch him?
Or choose this location to touch?
Oh.
Qin Mo's smile is always not easy.
Lin Chentao looked around, and his neck felt a little chilled inexplicably.
By the way, those who plucked hair on the tiger's abdomen were either killed by the tiger or eaten by the tiger. Why didn't Xiao Haipao know such a simple truth?
Zhao Sanpang was also watching Bo Jiu's movement. He felt that his figure was deeply humiliated, but he was helpless and couldn't say anything.
That scene is also very funny, and the cameraman will certainly not miss the shots. It is also good to leave this kind of picture as a trailer.
The main reason is that the boy raised his chin and looked arrogant and arrogant, and he felt like a young master in the capital.
Chapter completed!