The national school idol is a girl

In an instant!

The temperature in the whole house dropped several degrees!

The waiters stood nearby, their fingers frozen, and their eyes filled with indescribable shock.

How dare someone... dare to make that gesture to the president!

And... what did he say?

Don't mean what they think!

But looking at the attitude of the young master, he is indeed the president!

It's hard for them not to guess.

In particular, his thin, light-colored lips seemed to be only a small centimeter away from their president's ears.

The atmosphere around the president was obviously a bit colder.

But the young master seemed not to notice it, and the moles under his eyes gave off a bewitching luster: "What?"

Bo Jiu said happily, and seemed to take action immediately.

Qin Mo's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stretched out a hand to grasp his wrist tightly, pressing Bo Jiu down on the table. With that look in his eyes, he really wanted to strangle Bo Jiu to death.

Then, with one force, he pulled out the wallet from the pocket of Bojiu's school uniform and threw it into the waiter's hand. His voice was as cold as a cold pool in the snow. "All cards, wipe them out for him!" "

"yes."

At this time, no waiter dared to disobey Qin Mo's order. Everyone could see that their president's always aloof and indifferent image was about to be shaken off by this man.

Bo Jiu still wanted to keep some of his property, so he tried to discuss with Qin Mo: "Leave me one thousand for living expenses?"

Qin Mo didn't listen to Bo Jiu's words at all. He pressed him back in one position and looked at him condescendingly. He endured it again and again before breaking this guy's wrist.

Who knows, this guy has learned well.

Just maintain that look, looking at him with a smile.

The warm breath hit the back of his hand vaguely.

Can't say why.

Qin Mo also felt that Bo Jiu looked like his cat, even his hair looked very soft, and he stroked his palm again and again.

People who didn't know better thought the boy was acting coquettishly.

In fact, this guy is just pretending.

Even if they play games together in the future, he must correct this guy's problem of randomly discharging electricity.

How did you learn to flirt with everyone you meet?

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, put out the cigarette in the ashtray with one hand, and pressed Bo Jiu hard with the other hand. He was still wearing a suit jacket on his upper body, and a strand of black forehead hair fell down with his movements. It was very It's masculine, not only the posture, but also the fierce eyes.

No wonder his fans call him Qin Shen.

So handsome! too cool!

It's a pity that Bo Jiu is really not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the great god now. After all, her cards are about to be wiped out. This is simply bad news for a hacker who just saved some computer money.

"Mr. Qin." The waiter came over with sweat on his forehead and raised the card with both hands: "The total consumption was 26,580, and there was only 5,000 on Master Jiu's card, which has been used up."

Qin Mo hummed lightly.

Bo Jiu originally thought that the matter would end here.

After all, all the money in her card was gone, so what else could she do?

She had no idea. Just as she was about to sit up, she heard the man add again casually: "You, Mr. Jiu, will keep track of the rest of the money."

Third update...