Chapter 115
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Fu Jiu paused for a while, then raised her eyes and set her eyes on the man not far away.
He was choosing the racket provided by the court, his slender hands were wrapped in pure black gloves, and he was wearing a professional badminton uniform that looked quite professional. There is a kind of casual taste, like a popular star filming a TV series.
If Qin Dashen looks like this on the live broadcast platform, it is estimated that the popularity will be higher...
Probably noticing the boy's gaze, Qin Feng suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Fu Jiu lightly, "What are you thinking?"
Fu Jiu put the racket back, showing her handsome tiger teeth and smiling brightly: "No, I just see that Brother Mo is too handsome, I want to see more."
Xue Yaoyao listened very tangled beside her.
Why does she always feel that the Nine Temple is discharging towards Qin Shen?
It was obviously two men playing tennis together, but Xue Yaoyao had the illusion of a show of affection!
But...these two do match up well...
Xue Yaoyao held the teacup and glanced enviously on the court.
Fu Jiu met her gaze, smiled lightly, pressed the racket and walked over, then pulled out her notebook from her schoolbag, leaned towards her and said, "You go to the game to play two rounds first, after the intermission. I'll talk to you about it at some point."
"Okay." Xue Yaoyao didn't expect that at this time, the young man was still thinking about himself, and he had a feeling of being taken care of, and his face turned red.
Fu Jiu swept across the fruit plate on the coffee table, squeezed a piece of watermelon and put it in her mouth, with a gentle voice: "You can eat anything you like, don't be cautious."
"Yeah." Xue Yaoyao nodded vigorously, looking at the young man's face with admiration in her eyes.
When Qin Mo, who was standing on the court, saw this scene, he flicked the badminton racket on his left hand a few times, and his dark night eyes were deep.
When Fu Jiu came over again, she saw that the Great God's face seemed to be a lot colder.
Could it be that the show is about to start... So the murderous aura of the Great God also came up?
"Kickoff." Qin Mo only left two words to the receptionist who was standing beside him, and stood tall and straight in front of the net.
Fu Jiu's eyes also became serious, the boy had his knees half-bent, his face was clean and handsome, his silver hair was beside his ears, and he was paired with black earrings. A forceful smash!
Qin Mo calmly observed the direction the ball was flying in, then turned to his side, and in a very beautiful posture, clenched the racket and aimed at the white ball for a neat stroke!
Snapped!
Fu Jiu's forehead was hit instantly!
Rubbing sideways, that face hurts a little bit pitifully: "Brother Mo, did you do it on purpose? Hit me in the face?"
Is this really inviting her to play badminton? Instead of taking the opportunity to take revenge on her?
Qin Mo looked at the young man like that, his eyes sank: "Since you are here to play, just play with all your heart and don't always think about flirting with girls."
"When am I always thinking about flirting with girls?" Fu Jiu muttered, feeling a little wronged.
Qin Mo's eyes swept across the drooping hairy head of the young man, but in the end he failed to overcome the guilt surging in his heart, turned his head to look at the receptionist, his voice was not very pleasant: "Go and bring the ice cubes here. "
"Ah? Yes!" The receptionists hadn't reacted to what Young Master Qin wanted ice cubes for.
I saw him draw a towel, wrap the ice cube, and put it on the boy's forehead...
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Fu Jiu paused for a while, then raised her eyes and set her eyes on the man not far away.
He was choosing the racket provided by the court, his slender hands were wrapped in pure black gloves, and he was wearing a professional badminton uniform that looked quite professional. There is a kind of casual taste, like a popular star filming a TV series.
If Qin Dashen looks like this on the live broadcast platform, it is estimated that the popularity will be higher...
Probably noticing the boy's gaze, Qin Feng suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Fu Jiu lightly, "What are you thinking?"
Fu Jiu put the racket back, showing her handsome tiger teeth and smiling brightly: "No, I just see that Brother Mo is too handsome, I want to see more."
Xue Yaoyao listened very tangled beside her.
Why does she always feel that the Nine Temple is discharging towards Qin Shen?
It was obviously two men playing tennis together, but Xue Yaoyao had the illusion of a show of affection!
But...these two do match up well...
Xue Yaoyao held the teacup and glanced enviously on the court.
Fu Jiu met her gaze, smiled lightly, pressed the racket and walked over, then pulled out her notebook from her schoolbag, leaned towards her and said, "You go to the game to play two rounds first, after the intermission. I'll talk to you about it at some point."
"Okay." Xue Yaoyao didn't expect that at this time, the young man was still thinking about himself, and he had a feeling of being taken care of, and his face turned red.
Fu Jiu swept across the fruit plate on the coffee table, squeezed a piece of watermelon and put it in her mouth, with a gentle voice: "You can eat anything you like, don't be cautious."
"Yeah." Xue Yaoyao nodded vigorously, looking at the young man's face with admiration in her eyes.
When Qin Mo, who was standing on the court, saw this scene, he flicked the badminton racket on his left hand a few times, and his dark night eyes were deep.
When Fu Jiu came over again, she saw that the Great God's face seemed to be a lot colder.
Could it be that the show is about to start... So the murderous aura of the Great God also came up?
"Kickoff." Qin Mo only left two words to the receptionist who was standing beside him, and stood tall and straight in front of the net.
Fu Jiu's eyes also became serious, the boy had his knees half-bent, his face was clean and handsome, his silver hair was beside his ears, and he was paired with black earrings. A forceful smash!
Qin Mo calmly observed the direction the ball was flying in, then turned to his side, and in a very beautiful posture, clenched the racket and aimed at the white ball for a neat stroke!
Snapped!
Fu Jiu's forehead was hit instantly!
Rubbing sideways, that face hurts a little bit pitifully: "Brother Mo, did you do it on purpose? Hit me in the face?"
Is this really inviting her to play badminton? Instead of taking the opportunity to take revenge on her?
Qin Mo looked at the young man like that, his eyes sank: "Since you are here to play, just play with all your heart and don't always think about flirting with girls."
"When am I always thinking about flirting with girls?" Fu Jiu muttered, feeling a little wronged.
Qin Mo's eyes swept across the drooping hairy head of the young man, but in the end he failed to overcome the guilt surging in his heart, turned his head to look at the receptionist, his voice was not very pleasant: "Go and bring the ice cubes here. "
"Ah? Yes!" The receptionists hadn't reacted to what Young Master Qin wanted ice cubes for.
I saw him draw a towel, wrap the ice cube, and put it on the boy's forehead...
Fu Jiu paused for a while, then raised her eyes and set her eyes on the man not far away. He was choosing the racket provided by the court, his slender hands were wrapped in pure black gloves, and he was wearing a professional badminton uniform that looked quite professional. There is a kind of casual taste, like a popular star filming a TV series. If Qin Dashen looks like this on the live broadcast platform, it is estimated that the popularity will be higher... Probably noticing the boy's gaze, Qin Feng suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Fu Jiu lightly, "What are you thinking?" Fu Jiu put the racket back, showing her handsome tiger teeth and smiling brightly: "No, I just see that Brother Mo is too handsome, I want to see more." Xue Yaoyao listened very tangled beside her. Why does she always feel that the Nine Temple is discharging towards Qin Shen? It was obviously two men playing tennis together, but Xue Yaoyao had the illusion of a show of affection! But...these two do match up well... Xue Yaoyao held the teacup and glanced enviously on the court. Fu Jiu met her gaze, smiled lightly, pressed the racket and walked over, then pulled out her notebook from her schoolbag, leaned towards her and said, "You go to the game to play two rounds first, after the intermission. I'll talk to you about it at some point." "Okay." Xue Yaoyao didn't expect that at this time, the young man was still thinking about himself, and he had a feeling of being taken care of, and his face turned red. Fu Jiu swept across the fruit plate on the coffee table, squeezed a piece of watermelon and put it in her mouth, with a gentle voice: "You can eat anything you like, don't be cautious." "Yeah." Xue Yaoyao nodded vigorously, looking at the young man's face with admiration in her eyes. When Qin Mo, who was standing on the court, saw this scene, he flicked the badminton racket on his left hand a few times, and his dark night eyes were deep. When Fu Jiu came over again, she saw that the Great God's face seemed to be a lot colder. Could it be that the show is about to start... So the murderous aura of the Great God also came up? "Kickoff." Qin Mo only left two words to the receptionist who was standing beside him, and stood tall and straight in front of the net. Fu Jiu's eyes also became serious, the boy had his knees half-bent, his face was clean and handsome, his silver hair was beside his ears, and he was paired with black earrings. A forceful smash! Qin Mo calmly observed the direction the ball was flying in, then turned to his side, and in a very beautiful posture, clenched the racket and aimed at the white ball for a neat stroke! Snapped! Fu Jiu's forehead was hit instantly! Rubbing sideways, that face hurts a little bit pitifully: "Brother Mo, did you do it on purpose? Hit me in the face?" Is this really inviting her to play badminton? Instead of taking the opportunity to take revenge on her? Qin Mo looked at the young man like that, his eyes sank: "Since you are here to play, just play with all your heart and don't always think about flirting with girls." "When am I always thinking about flirting with girls?" Fu Jiu muttered, feeling a little wronged. Qin Mo's eyes swept across the drooping hairy head of the young man, but in the end he failed to overcome the guilt surging in his heart, turned his head to look at the receptionist, his voice was not very pleasant: "Go and bring the ice cubes here. " "Ah? Yes!" The receptionists hadn't reacted to what Young Master Qin wanted ice cubes for. I saw him draw a towel, wrap the ice cube, and put it on the boy's forehead...
