Chapter 43 – Great God Qin touched Fu Jiu’s head… (1 / 2)

“Yes.”

That was a very hard thing for the lobby manager to say.

Although the heart is surprised, but also very good at detecting words and colors, and then raised his head when, already full of smiles: “Fu less, you still want to eat something, I let them together to give you end up.”

“Fu Shao?” Fu Jiu paused, his voice gave a beat, “I don’t really like the title Fu Shao, it’s easy for people to misidentify, the other Fu Shao comes often doesn’t he? “

The lobby manager actually wanted to say that there would be no misidentification.

How classy that one clearly was and an honor student, any person could tell the difference.

But with the president here, he couldn’t say anything, and could only say hesitantly, “That, that ……”

“From now on, it’s Master Nine.” Fu Jiu tugged on the lollipop with a skateboard on his arm and smiled a very bossy smile.

The lobby manager’s smiling mouth froze.

“What?” Fu Jiu raised his eyebrows, “Manager Li is unwilling?”

The lobby manager swept his own president’s face.

Qin Mo’s eyes glowed cold: “Fu Jiu.”

“Hmm?” Fu Jiu raised his head and blinked his left eye towards the Great God Qin who was very close to him, a very innocent look, but it was hard to hide the smudge of hostility.

“Don’t be too arrogant.” Qin Mo sidestepped and pressed her head with one hand, his voice was lowered, and his breath that was hard to ignore just hit Fu Jiu’s left ear in a very magnetic and domineering way, “This is my territory.”

That’s it!

The lobby manager angled his head and just wanted to grunt.

Just saw their family president turn his eyes over again, some coldness in the bottom of his eyes, “Manager Li, a name calling, what he wants you to call, you call it, don’t let me teach you how you should treat your guests. “

This …… is not at all what he expected, shouldn t the president just tell that thug to get lost?

Why would you back him up?

The lobby manager stiffened again, “Well, that ……”

“That what.” Qin Mo’s eyelids lifted a bit, his left hand inserted into the belt of his pants, arrogantly arrogant: “Call someone.”

The lobby manager shuddered and immediately hung his head, “Master Nine. “