Chapter 168 – The Great God Table Thumps the Nine Temples (1 / 2)

In the entire Fu family, except for He Honghua who knows that Fu Jiu is a girl, even Zhang Xiaodong, who always follows Fu Jiu around, does not understand Fu Jiu’s real gender.

This was a vital secret, so even in his own home, Fu Jiu’s room wouldn’t be filled with cosmetics and such like other girls.

But Fu Jiu is a woman after all.

Especially the former Fu Jiu, she had always imagined that one day she would be able to regain her daughter’s body.

So there will always be traces of girls left in this room in one way or another.

In fact, Fu Jiu is also considered to understand, she understands very well that if it is known that she is a girl, then she and her mother are all finished.

It’s just that the previous Fu Jiu couldn’t stand this kind of life, and that’s why she had to cover it up on the one hand, and on the other hand, she snapped at He Honghua.

So much so that it has gotten into the habit of her sneaking things back into her bedside drawer ……

Since being reborn, Fu Jiu has been busy playing games, making money, and taking revenge, and hasn’t had the time to go and take care of these little things.

And she didn’t think it needed to be dealt with.

But now …… Fu Jiu side over his eyes, his fingertips slipped over his glowing lips, and his youthful side face is still handsome and heartwarming.

The gods shouldn’t be able to find out, should they?

However, Fu Jiu forgot that there is a law in this world called Murphy’s Law.

Murphy’s Law means that the things that people tend to fear the most happening, are bound to happen.

After noticing the teenager’s gaze, Qin Mo also followed his line of sight and landed on the edge of the bed, one hand inserted into his suit pants, his deep eyes a light ice: “You seem to have been staring at the bed since just now.”

“Have you? ” Fu Jiu turned back in his swivel chair and hooked his lips in a smile.

Qin Mo paced in front of her, his waist pole pressed downward, both hands in a very beautiful posture, propped up on the desktop behind her, a lock of black hair fell down in front of his sharp eyes as he moved, imprinted on his handsome face, adding to his arrogance and untamedness.