"I don't need to chase after any girlfriend, women will naturally come after me." Qin Mo's voice was very light, and he lowered his face with his handsome face, even breathing on Bo Jiu's lips: "So the words you said are not here anymore. Within the scope of my consideration, be good, be obedient, and don't let me break your neck, that's what you want to do, understand?"
After saying this sentence, Qin Mo let go of the young man, and the tall and straight figure even took it for granted.
It was mainly because of what the Great God said, it was really hard for Bo Jiu to refute.
According to the style of men, there is really no need to worry about girlfriends.
In Jiangcheng, not only the girls who play games regard him as a god.
Even ladies from aristocratic families who don't play games, who can resist the temptation of the Qin family's power.
And... even putting all of that aside.
With his figure and appearance, it is estimated that even if he is a nightclub cowherd, he will be a sought-after top card... In the future, she should not attack the Great God with the matter of his girlfriend, she will not be able to attack him at all.
It's not like a master attacking her grades, one attacking one at a time... Thinking of this, Bo Jiu became a little depressed again, and planned to use the hot beef hot pot to soothe the gap in his heart.
What she didn't expect was that after she sat down, there was a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table.
That position was still placed in front of the man.
Bo Jiu raised her eyes with a slight smile, and looked at Aunt Zhang, her clean and handsome face was full of sunshine.
Aunt Zhang didn't dare to make eye contact with this handsome boy, she just kept turning her head frequently, looking towards Qin Mo, her expression hesitant to speak.
As soon as Bo Jiu saw this situation, he knew that the Great God had ordered something, so he didn't beat around the bush, and said to Qin Mo, "Brother Mo, what are my bowls and chopsticks?" The beef in the spicy pot was boiling. Take a big bite into your mouth, even your lips and teeth are fragrant, just think about it, you will feel delicious.
Qin Mo only slightly raised his eyelids, then picked up a pile of beef with his chopsticks and put it into his bowl: "My brother failed in cooking so much, of course I ate it, you watch."
Bo Jiu: ... God, you really can't be so ruthless, you will have no friends, you know
Qin Mo glanced at him again, and saw that the boy's handsome face suddenly collapsed, his beautiful eyes were still looking at him, and his silver hair was fluffy and innocent.
This reminded him of the time when he was still a rebellious teenager, and he began to reflect on himself, whether he had gone too far.
After all, this is the first time for a boy to be a guest at home...
"Want to eat beef?" Qin Mo asked the person opposite.
Bo Jiu propped his chin, licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, handsome and evil: "What do you think? Brother Mo, I've been playing tennis with you for so long, I'm already hungry."
"During the time you played tennis with me, how many people did you flirt with? Have you counted them?" Qin Mo smiled, not warmly: "There is still a third of the time teaching others."
Bo Jiu paused, stood up all of a sudden, propped his arms on the dining table, leaned over, and smiled at the corner of his thin mouth: "Jealous?"
"Jealous?" The temperature on Qin Mo's body became even lower, holding the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, he motioned the young man to look at the bottom of the pot with his eyes: "Do you want to become it again?"
Bo Jiu really felt that the Great God was too difficult to deal with, so if he didn't blow into his ears, he was so cold, when would he be able to eat beef? she is so hungry...