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    Qin Mo paused in his steps and pulled his cell phone out, pressing his fingertips against the screen, his handsome face slightly sideways, “Where are you? “

    Three very faint words, like a tweet?

    Secretary Liang and Feng Yi looked at each other, the person who can make the president send a tweet at such a time ……

    That little leprechaun (Z of Spades)!!!!

    At this time, Fu Jiu was still sizing up the hot pot restaurant that the boy was talking about, and raised an eyebrow, “Is this the very ordinary hot pot restaurant that you were talking about?”

    The only restaurant with Michelin standards in the Eastern Province.

    In addition to money, you must have power to eat.

    A regular hot pot restaurant?

    There are no more than ten of them in the world if you look around.

    The boy laughed a little and scratched his hair, “You, what do you want to eat, I, I’ll have them get it for you.”

    “Meat it, I pure carnivore.” Fu Jiu also did not look at the menu, just so evilly sat there, smiling charmingly: “I did not expect to compare a race, but also to pick up a rich second generation. “

    The boy started to stutter again, “No, no, I, I don’t have any money myself! Only, I can only treat you to hot pot, to, later when I earn money I’ll treat, treat you to something else!”

    “So cute?” Fu Jiu winked and smiled, his entire body radiating a tantalizing aura.

    Boom!

    The boy’s face reddened again, “Do you, do you always talk like that?”

    “What kind? “Fu Jiu saw the bottom of the pot being brought up, and lowered his eyes to start mixing the sauce.

    The boy pushed up his glasses, “Just, just keep discharging. “

    “Long handsome is like this. “Fu Jiu one hand on the back of the chair, silver hair and black eyes, with a demonic evil of its own.

    The boy sniffed and flinched for a moment, then smiled, “Also, yes. Wait, wait, is your phone ringing? “

    Phone call?

    Fu Jiu sidestepped, one hand from the pocket to pull out the cell phone, a look is Qin Da Shen sent over the WeChat, mouth with a chopstick, then hands back the text over .

    “That cute little guy I just flirted with at the game is buying me hot pot, are you done with your meeting? “

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