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    After a fragrant hot pot, Fu Jiu wanted to say goodbye to Qin Da Shen first, and go home to install her mini book, although the parts she bought were not complete, but it was still possible to assemble the interior.

    It didn’t occur to me that Qin Da Shen would even open his mouth to stay with her, “I’ll have a meal here in a while, you come with me, I’ll send you back after eating.”

    Fu Jiu was just about to refuse.

    Qin Shen picked up again with a faint expression, “I’ll accompany you to brush your books after eating.”

    Does this mean that if you don’t eat with them, you don’t brush your books?

    But she just finished her hot pot and ……

    As if he could see her thoughts, Qin Mo flicked the cigarette butt on his finger and continued, “Two sips of wine and then I’ll leave, no need for you to stuff it hard.”

    “I can actually eat another plate of beef.” Fu Jiu smiled with his chin propped up, “Stay with you.”

    Qin Mo did not speak again, but Feng Shang, watching from the side, felt that from the time he came in until now, Qin Shao’s face had finally sort of eased up.

    In a while, the two people want a meal, Feng Shang stay here is not good, mainly because he is worried about a moment his brother to come, in discovering that he secretly participate in the matter.

    Speaking of participation, Feng Shang still has a few more questions for Fu Jiu: “Idol, idol, who are the other three people on our team? Can you tell me their names? I, I’ll give them gold coins! “

    Fu Jiu was satisfied that she’d hooked up with such an understanding teammate, though.

    “The people in the current position battle team ……” Fu Jiu said here paused.

    Feng Shang sat up straight, his eyes glowing as he waited for Fu Jiu’s next words.

    “It’s just you and me.” Fu Jiu hammered home the point, evil still: “Doesn’t it make you feel proud to be a member of the metahuman team.”

    Rao is a good boy Feng Shang heard such a rhetoric, the corner of his mouth could not help but draw, so even the battle team was not formed …… Why did he always have a feeling that he was pitched by his idol!

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