Chapter 114: The Qin God Who Is Becoming More and More Disciple-Controlling (1 / 1)

If Secretary Liang knew what Qin Mo was thinking right now, he would be glad that their family president had finally realized that he and the others were not related!

However, now such a realization …… rather more tendency of disciple control, right ……

Qin Mo himself does not think at all that his thoughts are much toward the teenager, his deep eyes only looked at Fu Jiu two more times, his voice was very light: “Indeed there is nothing manly, a moment to come out and run a few more laps. “

With that, he turned his body back, his slender fingers casually fiddling with the black wristguard, his sideways handsome face cool as usual: “Change it, I’m not looking.”

Fu Jiu: ……

God, can’t you just go out and wait?

Never mind, it was better for the Great Spirit to be in front of her eyes.

Too thoughtful, too dark, and too skillful in his schemes to catch people off guard.

In the past, when Fu Jiu was a hacker, he hadn’t encountered anyone so difficult to deal with, if the police were all like the Great Spirit

She really thinks more about what she’s doing.

However, the big god seems to eat soft but not hard …… as long as she wilts a little, it seems that the big god will really take out the pain of the younger brother to pain her …… Fu nine looked at the man’s upright back, slowly hooked his lips, after changing clothes, there is no scruples, anyway, she wrapped her chest bandage, and wore a jacket, simply do not have to care about anything again. After changing her clothes, she didn’t care, anyway, her chest was wrapped in bandages, and she wore a jacket, so she didn’t have to care about anything, and she directly put her hand on Qin Mo’s shoulder from behind, with a reckless look of a good younger brother, “Brother Mo, let me have a little bit of fun for a while, I’m not good at controlling the ball. “

Qin Mo held back for a long time before he didn’t slap the teenager’s paw down!

The Great Spirit very condescendingly told himself that the teenager was now in a period of youthful rebellion, and that any resistance to him would perhaps do some damage to his mind.

It’s just that the teenager is so close that the familiar clean sweet scent coming through always makes him want to pry open the teenager’s mouth to see how much sugar he’s eaten ……

At this time, Xue Yaoyao had already sat on the periphery of the court and waited, with the poured tea on her hand, and in the center of the coffee table was a very beautiful large fruit plate, coming to this kind of place was not so much about playing tennis as it was about enjoying it.

In addition to the green grass outside, the temperature inside is regulated, and the brown couch is especially comfortable to lean on, with a faint scent of cologne between your nostrils.

Xue Yaoyao was still restrained, her legs were too thick and she always wanted to hide them.

But when she looked up and saw those two people in an intimate position, she actually even forgot to be formal …… only froze and watched the teenager smile towards her, and then turned her head sideways to nibble on her ear with Qin Shen.

The most surprising thing was that Qin Shen even hooked his lips, then, reached out and pinched the back of the teenager’s neck, “Don’t haggle with me, thirty minutes a game, not even one second less.”

Fu Jiu handsome face collapsed, more or less a little depressed: “I look handsome also can not? “Said good brother control it.

“The figure is not even a looker, and you still say you’re handsome? “Qin Mo took the racket handed to him by the receptionist and pressed it into the teenager’s arms, careless tone, “Play well, don’t try to be lazy.”

That receptionist didn’t expect Qin Shao to give his racket to someone else, and was surprised to look twice towards Fu Jiu’s side,

Fu Jiu is also smart, a look at the receptionist’s eyes know that this racket in all likelihood is not provided by the tennis hall, but the Great God’s private property.

Sideways racket to see, sure enough …… engraved a Qin character on the pure black racket target with a silver streamer.