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    A tennis match was played until dark.

    Qin Mo was really busy, as the president of the group, he also had the captain of the Imperial League on his body, and the phone calls would always come one or two from time to time.

    Fu Jiu took advantage of the fact that the Great God didn’t have time to care about himself, went into the dressing room first, quickly finished changing his clothes, and then with one hand in his pants pocket, he smiled evilly and gestured a I’ll go out first gesture at the man who was still talking on the phone.

    Qin Mo originally didn’t want Fu Jiu to go out first, thinking about this guy’s ability to tease people, and if he didn’t keep him around to watch, he would get him into trouble.

    But then he thought on second thought that the teenager was now in his youthful rebellious period and could not be controlled too strictly, so he nodded, but that look was still full of warning, meaning nothing more than to let him be honest.

    The person on the other side of the phone still didn’t know why their family president was so quiet, and thought that there was something wrong with his report, saying in a trembling voice, “Mr. Qin?”

    “You continue.” Qin Mo put the racket down and paced into the locker room as well, holding the phone in one hand, his teeth biting down on the zipper of his jersey, and with a push of his other hand, he undressed in a pose that was all ruthless and cool in a handsome way.

    Fu Jiu glanced back at the smooth lines that were enough to drive women crazy and make men jealous, and then dropped his gaze back on himself.

    In the future, it was better if she didn’t bring up the words about comparing her size to the Great God.

    Always felt a bit dangerous ……

    Three people in one car, still in the same position as before.

    It’s just that this time both the driver and Xue Yaoyao’s receptivity was much stronger than just now.

    “Take Ms. Xue home first.”

    “Yes.”

    The driver drove very steadily.

    But Xue Yaoyao’s house is a bit hard to get into.

    It was an old neighborhood by a food market, and there were bikes coming and going.

    Not to mention Qin Mo, even the driver seldom came to this kind of place.

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