Bo Jiu was taken aback, looked at the man's face close at hand, and then smiled, "It's not that serious, it just hurt a little bit."
The receptionist at the side also felt that Young Master Qin was treating his younger brother, he was clearly treating a porcelain doll.
Qin Shao played harder before, but he has never seen him cover his forehead for anyone...
Qin Mo's slender fingers exerted strength, and his voice was very indifferent: "If you discharge the discharge randomly, it will hurt more next time." He pinched the young man's chin and twisted his fingertips lightly: "Turn your face away, don't always watch the scene outside."
Bo Jiu didn't feel anything, and let Qin Mo cover her forehead for about a minute with her face held high.
Xue Yaoyao, who was still playing games, moved uncomfortably, always feeling that sitting here was a bit redundant.
It's better for her to stop aiming at the court, and try to reduce her presence as much as possible.
After covering his forehead, Qin Mo served the ball himself, much lighter than before.
When Bo Jiu was playing, she was even more handsome than usual, especially when she hardly stopped on the court, she kept running back and forth, her amazing jumping ability combined with her face made her youthful to the point of envy.
Both of them have good skills, especially Qin Mo. He just stood there, walking back and forth with no expression on his face, swinging his racket carelessly. The people on the court burst into exclamation.
"Is this all professional level? Who is playing?"
"You don't even know him? You should have heard of the Qin family, right?"
"You're just talking nonsense, I'm not asking about Young Master Qin, I'm asking about the boy who sparred with him!"
"I don't know, could it be some young master from the military compound?"
After all, this kind of stadium is very big, and it also pays attention to privacy, especially Qin Mo and the others are treated like VIPs.
When the people over there look here, they can only see the figure, but not the appearance.
"Hey, Young Master Fu, come over and have a look, can you see clearly?"
Fu Ximing was short, and those adults who were talking to his father couldn't see clearly, so he couldn't see clearly. He fiddled with the tennis racket in his hand and said, "I've met Young Master Qin a few times. He Apart from the few people in the military compound, there will be no one around, so there should be no need to guess the identity of the other party."
When those people heard this, they laughed immediately, and complimented: "That's right, but I haven't met Young Master Qin in real life yet, Young Master Fu is really amazing."
"It's nothing." Fu Ximing raised his chin lightly, quite proudly.
Fu Zhongyi was very happy when he heard his son being praised: "My son usually doesn't seem to be very talkative, but he is actually very good at playing games. Mr. Qin also plays games, so he got to know him after a while."
"Since we know each other, let's go over and say hello?" Those few people were moved when they heard this.
However, Fu Ximing frowned: "Young Master Qin doesn't like to be disturbed by others when he is playing, so let's have a chance in the future."
"In the future..." The tone is obviously disappointed, but at least there is hope: "Then it depends on Fu Shao's recommendation."
Fu Ximing hummed and glanced over there again.
In fact, he was also thinking about whether he should wait a while to be free, and find a chance to have a chance to talk to Young Master Qin.
The reason why he came here to play tennis was because he had heard that Qin Shao often came here to exercise.
He did meet Young Master Qin a few times before, but they were all at the gate, and he didn't say a few words in total.
This time, he must work hard...