Chapter 115 – Great God Qin is getting jealous (1 / 2)

Fu Jiu paused for a moment and raised his eyes, placing his gaze on the man not far away.

He was selecting the racket provided by the court, his slender hands were wrapped in a pure black hitting glove, and he looked quite professional in a professional badminton outfit, when he looked down, his long and thick eyelashes hit down to form a dark shadow, making his whole body look like a careless flavor, like a popular star filming a TV drama.

If this appearance of Qin Da Shen is put on the live broadcast platform, it is estimated that the degree of popularity will be another level higher ……

Probably noticing the teenager’s gaze, Qin Fengdian raised his eyes abruptly and looked faintly over towards Fu Jiu’s side: “What are you playing at again?”

Fu Jiu set his racket back, revealing his handsome tiger teeth, smiling brightly, “No ah, it’s just that Brother Desert looks too handsome and wants to look at it a few more times.”

Xue Yaoyao was listening to the side in a very tangled state.

Why did she always feel that the Ninth Temple was discharging electricity towards the Qin God?

Obviously it was two men playing tennis together, but Xue Yaoyao had the illusion of a favor show!

But …… those two do look good together ……

Xue Yaoyao held her teacup and glanced enviously at the pitch.

Fu Jiu met her line of sight and smiled gently, pressing his racket and walking over, then yanking his laptop out of his book bag and leaning over to her, “You log on to the game and play two rounds, and I’ll talk to you about the problem during the intermission.”

“Good.” Xue Yaoyao didn’t expect that at this time, the teenager was still thinking about himself, and had a feeling of being taken care of, her face reddened.

Fu Jiu’s eyes swept over the fruit plate on the coffee table, pinched a piece of watermelon and put it in his mouth, his voice was gentle, “Fruits and everything can be eaten casually, don’t be formal.”

“Uh-huh.” Xue Yaoyao nodded vigorously, looking at the teenager’s face, her eyes full of admiration.

When Qin Mo, who was standing on the court, saw this scene, he flicked the badminton racket on his left hand a few times and deepened a pair of dark night eyes.