The national school idol is a girl

These two words are obviously very nice, but when pronounced by Qin Dashen, there is an enchanting coldness that makes people tremble from the heart.

The air around him seemed to be frozen, and all the waiters did not dare to look at him.

Mr. Qin, who has the most power in the North District, is really not that easy to mess with... They also hope that the second young master will shut up and stop saying anything more, otherwise even the eldest young master will not be able to save the second young master...

Feng Shang did indeed shut his mouth, and his head was about to hang to the ground. Isn't it a bad name for Jiujiu... Why are Mr. Qin's eyes colder than they looked just now?

Bo Jiu knew what the problem was. After all, if it were him, he wouldn't be in a good mood if he wanted to support a friend but found out that his friend was gone.

In fact, Master Qin still valued her very much, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the club to find her as soon as the meeting was over.

Master Qin can definitely send his secretary to make a trip instead of going there himself...

Thinking of this, Bo Jiu put down his wooden chopsticks, raised his eyes, looked at Qin Mo, and sighed: "You didn't give me a letter of introduction, and the manager's words were too unpleasant. I will definitely leave."

Qin Mo listened to the young man's slightly deep voice, and the coldness in his eyes gradually disappeared.

He indeed forgot to give this guy a letter of introduction, originally thinking that nothing unexpected would happen with Feng Yi here.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo glanced at the young man holding chopsticks with his head drooped, his brows furrowed, and an inexplicable feeling of guilt rose in his heart.

"So don't talk about the past, sit down and eat hot pot." Bo Jiu reached out and grabbed Qin Mo's arm. When the master comes, the food will definitely be able to keep up, and he can order more plates of meat!

Qin Mo didn't expect that the young man would suddenly make such a move. Before he could react, he was pulled by him and sat on the chair, with his shoulders still touching his. The two people were suddenly much closer, so close that he only needed a moment. By tilting his head, he could clearly see the tiny fuzz on the young man's fair cheeks. Such closeness made him a little uncomfortable. He frowned, sat up straight, and his voice softened: "That manager, I have already taken care of it for you. Eat." After dinner, come back to Qin’s with me.”

"Master, we are brothers." Bo Jiu scooped up the tender beef without raising his head, with a sinister smile on his face: "I am also a person who wants to save face. Think about it, if you were humiliated like that, Are you still going to say you’re going back?”

After Qin Mo heard the word "humiliation", his fingers paused. He really didn't consider this.

Watching the young man pick up a piece of beef for himself, Qin Mo's handsome brows furrowed even more tightly. When would he think about others? Is it because the young man's expression looks more pleasing to the eye now?

Or is it because of the word friend?

He didn't forget that he just wanted to squeeze this guy to death.

It also saves him from always doing things that challenge his patience.

However, in the final analysis, this matter is indeed a problem on his side...

Feng Shang on the side was very restless. His eyes were only observing Qin Shao's expression. Seeing him staring at Bo Jiu with cold eyes, his eyes darkened. Could it be that he was gritting his teeth with hatred for his idol and was thinking of ways to ban him? What about him?

No, he must save his idol!

The good boy Feng Shang took a deep breath and was about to speak again.

He saw the thin lips of the man sitting opposite him curl up, with a hint of coolness: "Does the family know that the second young master went to participate in the Qin family's informal competition?"