National School Prince Is A Girl

Listen to me, this drama is like this ... "The international director is really an idiot. When he is excited, he starts to sing English, and finally he seems to realize what he is, facing Bo Jiudao:" Ah, I forget Speaking Chinese, I will say it again."

Bo Jiu: ...

An Ying then smiled while covering her mouth. After all, Jiu's helpless expression wanted to say something, so cute.

I really want to reach out and squeeze the little white and clean little face.

Why is it not her son?

But it's okay, marrying in is her family.

She's just worried about her.

She had never seen her son so attached to anyone, nor did she know whether it was good or not...

The night outside the window was a little deeper.

Qin family study.

Qin Mo's eyes are deep and people can't see the slightest temperature: "You mean she has been preparing to go abroad recently."

"Yes, young master." The special forces swiped the information found on the computer, and his voice was calm: "And I found this nine young man is very smart. Although he is a high school student, he is playing e-sports on the surface, but he has many things. Participation, even Fu Zhongyi, his father, is also counted by him. "

Qin Mo's tone is very weak: "Seize the things stolen by others. This is bloody, and Fu Zhongyi deserves to be counted."

Special Forces: ... cough, why did he forget that the young master is now obsessed with a teenager who can't extricate himself, he should be better worded.

"This father of Jiu Shao is really not a thing. Ju said he also prepared some black materials about Jiu Shao, which should be revealed at the shareholders' meeting in order to hold the company in his hands."

Qin Mo heard the words and tapped his finger on the desktop: "What black material?"

"A picture of a confession with a man before Jiu Shao." The commando actually didn't want to say this, after all, the boss's mood was really not good.

Sure enough, there was a sound of a lighter over there, and then there was no warm voice: "Who provided these photos, ask them to come out and talk."

Special forces know that the general master's talk is basically not too friendly.

"The rest found something." Qin Mo originally wanted to smoke, but when he leaned his head, he seemed to think of something. His brows were wrinkled, and the silver-white lighter was thrown back on the desk.

The special forces don't understand the rest?

"No more."

Qin Mo raised his eyes: "Is she connected with Hoshino?"

"No." The special forces said affirmatively, after all, the boss said from the beginning that this is the most important direction of investigation: "The two people don't seem to have any relationship."

It doesn't matter.

The better it is hidden, the more representative the relationship is.

Hoshino I should be the bamboo horse that guy said.

Qin Mo has never been so concerned about the intersection when he was a child.

Especially when the guy was sleeping, he was still thinking of the other party's name.

Qin Mo's fingers were stagnant, and even with her eyes low, it was cold: "Why is she preparing to go abroad, the reason."

"The reason has been checked. It is very strange that Jiu Shao's mother didn't seem to know that Jiu Shao had plans to go abroad." The last sentence was not easily said by the special forces.

Qin Mo suddenly let his eyes deep, "You mean you don't even know He Honghua?"

"Yes." The special forces glanced at the information again.

Qin Mo's voice was deeper and colder than before: "So how many days would she plan to stay abroad?"

"This ..." The special soldier hesitated before saying: "Jiu Shao did not book a return flight ticket, and the return date should be undecided."

Is the return date undecided?

When I heard the word, the temperature of Qin Mo's body seemed to be taken away. When the voice passed through the mobile phone to the ears of the special forces, there was a feeling that let people fall into the ice pool: It ’s not that she did n’t book a return flight, but she did n’t even plan to come back. ”

Special forces, what does this mean by boss?When I want to ask something, the line has been taken over there, and I can still hear the sound of something being thrown out.

The whole study darkened with the sound.

Qin Mo's wrist was also tied with a white bandage on his wrist, which made him not look like he usually did. The abstinence brought out a thousand miles of indifference.

Until now.

The guy never thought about what he would do with him.

Even at this step, it is the same.

Qin Mo sat there, covering his broken hair, the arc of the corner of his mouth, but there was no hint of smile.

My wrist hurts.

He didn't seem to feel it.

Until Aunt Zhang came in and saw the white cloth that broke apart, she exclaimed: "Master, your hand!"

Qin Mo only took a sideways look, stretched out his hand, and pulled the white cloth back to its original position, then tightened it, his voice was very weak: "Something?"

Aunt Zhang sensed the chill in her young master and didn't know what happened. She came over and picked up the phone and put it on the table: "My wife asked me to come in and tell the young master that dinner is ready and Jiu Shao is here."

"I know." Qin Mo seemed to be a little absent-minded. He only said one word, and there was nothing more.

When Aunt Zhang's eyes swept across the table, she paused: "This mask, Master is not on the coffee table outside? Why is there one here too?"

Qin Mo frowned: "The coffee table outside?"

"Yeah, I just put it away for the young master, doesn't the young master really like this mask?"

Aunt Zhang is right, Qin Mo really likes this mask, not because it is special, but because the mask was given to him by someone, so Qin Mo will be special baby.

Naturally, it is inferior to that electronic U-disk cigarette lighter, but basically everything that Bo Jiu gave to Qin Mo will be put away, even if it is a black mask.

It's just that Qin Mo remembers very clearly that this mask has always been put in the study by him, and has never been taken out.

So what's going on with Aunt Zhang?

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes: "Aunt Zhang, where did you put the mask?"

"On the side of the coffee table, the young master didn't take it?" Aunt Zhang was still wondering.

Qin Mo has stood up and walked pacing toward the living room. He settled in the direction of the coffee table. His figure is very slender, even if his wrist is still wrapped around a jumper, but the more white, the more Qin Mo looks like a sick prince, and the handsome one makes people feel pity.

"Here?" Qin Mo asked Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang nodded and said, "It's in the small square below the coffee table."

Hearing the words, Qin Mo extended his hand, opened the dark grid, and then slender fingers moved, and there was another mask in his palm.

This ... Aunt Zhang looked at the mask Qin Mo had originally held, and then the one that was taken out, and there was a sudden voice: "These are two masks, why are they the same?"