The national school idol is a girl

"it's me!"

After Qin Mo finished speaking, he threw the person there.

The two words without any warmth completely shocked Manager Li. His eyes shook violently, his face was pressed against the computer screen, and he just slumped in his seat. He didn't come back to his senses until Qin Mo left. , a frighteningly pale face.

Because he knew that his future was over, and without the president saying anything, he would be fired immediately, and he would not even be able to survive in the paddle market!

Why... why was that prodigal son introduced by Mr. Qin! ?

at the same time!

Bojiu's hand speed is also displayed on all players' computers.

Seeing such results, everyone who knew the game was stunned, and what followed was an unbelievable uproar!

More than ninety percent!

At this moment, everyone was silent.

Shock, surprise, and astonishment swept the entire testing room!

They would never be able to achieve that kind of hand speed after a lifetime of training!

Who is this player No. 19?

Everyone is asking, everyone is curious!

But his information had already been torn up and thrown into the trash can... This slap in the face was really shocking!

Qin Mo strode forward, his extremely icy back made Secretary Liang and Feng Yi pale with fright.

Especially Feng Yi.

He is in charge of this internal draw.

Who knew that his people would directly reject the Z of Spades poached by the CEO.

Not to mention that the CEO would be angry, he now wants to kill that bastard Lao Li!

Secretary Liang now doesn't dare to remind their president about the luncheon, and he shrinks his neck and acts like an invisible person.

Suddenly!

Qin Mo paused, took out his phone, pressed the screen with his fingertips, and turned his handsome face slightly: "Where are you?"

Three very faint words, like sending a WeChat message?

Secretary Liang and Feng Yi looked at each other, who could let the president send a WeChat message at this time...

That little fairy (Z of Spades)!! !

At this time, Bo Jiu was still looking at the hot pot restaurant the boy mentioned, and raised his eyebrows: "Is this the ordinary hot pot restaurant you said?"

The only restaurant with Michelin standards in the three northeastern provinces.

In addition to having money, you must also have power to be able to eat.

Ordinary hotpot restaurant?

Looking around the world, there are no more than ten.

The boy smiled and scratched his hair: "You, what do you want to eat, I, I will ask them to get it for you."

"Meat bar, I'm a pure carnivore." Bo Jiu didn't even look at the menu. He just sat there with such an evil look on his face, with a charming smile: "I didn't expect that in a competition, I could pick up a rich second generation."

The boy started to stutter again: "No, no, I, I don't have any money! I can only treat you to hot pot, and I will treat you to something else when I make money in the future!"

"So cute?" Bo Jiu blinked and smiled, exuding a seductive aura all over his body.

boom!

The boy's face turned red again: "You, do you always talk like this?"

"What's it like?" Bo Jiu lowered his eyes and started to adjust the sauce when he saw the bottom of the pot being brought up.

The boy pushed up his glasses: "It's just been discharged."

"He looks so handsome." Bo Jiu put one hand on the back of the chair. He had silver hair and black eyes, and he had an evil spirit about him.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Yeah, that's right. Wait, wait a minute, is your phone ringing?"

Telephone?

Bo Jiu turned sideways and took out his mobile phone from his pocket with one hand. When he saw that it was a WeChat message from Qin Dashen, with a chopstick in his mouth, he started to reply to the text.

"The handsome guy I flirted with during the competition is treating me to hot pot. Are you going to finish it?"