When Coco received the call, he was still doing live broadcasts. After hearing the news, he turned off the channel directly.

"What did you say? Lin Feng...want to sing?!" He bit the rabbit's ear: "I don't want to participate, refuse, strongly refuse."

"Rejection is invalid, group activity, we are at midnight near the club, you and Feng Shang come together." Although Bo Jiu said that, after closing the line, he still had some questions and looked at Lin Feng: "How ugly are you singing? Will Coco reject you so much?"

Lin Feng put his arm on: "I'll tell you, this matter is hard to describe. In a while, you will see how powerful I am."

Bo Jiu:...Is it a kind of pride to sing badly now?

After waiting for KTV, Bo Jiu realized that it was not a problem of singing unpleasantly!

Instead, every sentence that Lin Feng sang was not on the tune. It was supposed to be a down-ton, but for some reason he rose up. It was difficult for Coco to find the tune back.

Bo Jiu finally realized what it means to be a kind of destruction for those who listen to music.

How to perform at this level for fans to see?

Bo Jiu reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, thought for a while, and stopped playing the guitar.

"This won't work."

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows: "Why do I think it sounds nice? Look at what I sang just now, one of them is finally on the tune."

"There are so many in total, you only have one word on the tune." Bo Jiu brought the guitar over and smiled: "How did you do it?"

Lin Feng stopped talking, he always felt that he was saying one more thing, and that Xiao Hei Pao could shoot the guitar towards him.

Coco put down his earplugs and jumped over with the rabbit in his arms, and was so proud that he said: "What do I say? Little Spades, I can't let this guy sing. The mountain road is turning around."

Bo Jiu looked at these people: "How is your physical coordination ability?"

"Taitbox Black Belt." Lin Feng is best at kung fu on his legs.

Bo Jiu looked him up and down and said, "Since you can't sing, then jump. After you jump, you can still keep your mouth in line."

Lin Feng:...what the hell.

"What songs do young people like nowadays?" Bo Jiu slid back and forth at the place where he ordered the songs on KTV.

Coco and Feng Shang looked at each other: "You are the youngest here."

Bo Jiu paused for a moment and then smiled: "It seems like that."

Most of the fans of the Emperor League are similar to hers.

There are many students.

Don’t be so unhappy when parting.

Bo Jiuwai opened the hot song list, listened to the top three songs, and finally settled in the middle: "This song."

Coco, Lin Feng, and even Feng Shang stopped his movements at that moment, and his expression was a little indescribable: "This, this song?"

"Yes, this song." Bo Jiu made the final decision.

The other three people seemed to be in a desperate situation.

This time I send you a blessing on Weibo.

When Bo Jiu returned to the Qin family, he was still peaceful.

But it's just peace.

When Bo Jiu walked into the house.

Aunt Zhang, who came out with tea, pointed behind her with her chin, and her voice was soft: "Young Master is in the study."

In this situation, Bo Jiu had to turn the direction and walked directly towards the study.

In the study room.

Qin Mo's phone call is approaching the end.

The magician over there insistedly asked for an answer: "Boss, who is this young master of the Fu family? This kind of person saves the entire ship by one person, and he still knows how to use the surrounding environment to reduce the explosive power to the weakest. Who is he? Do you really like him? Or do you like that person's ability and want to absorb him in?"

I could vaguely hear someone saying, "Is your brain useless? The boss's attitude is obviously not good enough to like what people like."

"I didn't expect the boss to be a bent. If I had known that the boss was a bent, I would have paid attention when I was taking a shower in the army. No, no, if I had known that the boss was a bent, I could get the moon first. Anyway, the boss is so handsome, so why would I lose money if I thought about this wave?"

Qin Mo let the people there make a fuss, and finally spoke in a faint voice: "Are you finished speaking?"

Four words.

It makes people solemn and quiet.

"You just need to remember to protect her family. Don't say anything else if others ask. Even if Huang Guohua comes, I need to check some things again. Okay, I'll hang up the phone and someone has come in."

Someone is indeed here.

The person who came was Bo Jiu, who was a little guilty, but even if he was guilty, he was still lazy: "Brother Mo, Cha."

That way, how well you look at it.

Qin Mo's eyes flashed over the boy's face, put his phone on the table, leaned back, and his left hand was still wrapped in a bandage, full of abstinence: "When will the academic masters over the wall rely on a cat to divert their attention?"

How could she take the art of the great god's poisonous tongue?

"What are you and Lin Feng doing?" Qin Mo tapped the screen with his fingers, probably seeing the information on it.

Bo Jiu sat down with a little deep eyes, still like a noble young man, even though she was not very standardized: "I want to have a farewell party."

After hearing these three words, Qin Mo almost guessed the cause and effect. After a while, he spoke: "Which day?"

Bo Jiu: "Tomorrow."

Qin Mo nodded.

Bo Jiu originally thought that this matter was over.

But the next second, Qin Mo spoke again: "Next time I want to go out, walk through the main entrance, and be seen by the grandfathers in the courtyard when I climbed over the wall. It's not very good, what do you think?"

Bo Jiu was depressed again after a while and agreed not to tell Brother Mo. Unexpectedly, no matter how old the gossip is, he will be very enthusiastic.

"Come here." Qin Mo looked at the boy's expression and curled the corners of his mouth.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, supported the table with both hands, and leaned over.

Qin Mo moved his lower body slightly, stretched out his hand, and pressed the back of the boy's head.

It was a sweet kiss.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

The lights, the stars, the reflections reflected from the windows, fall into the study, and everything seems unparalleled in peace.

It seems that there is no other way except the sound of heartbeat.

Even Aunt Zhang, who was observing secretly, never came in again.

The night is getting heavier and heavier.

Even both of them are in the Qin family.

But I did live in two rooms.

Since Bo Jiu moved in, Qin Mo seemed to have had more work and told a story before someone went to bed.

Qin Mo always thought that only children would like this.

Obviously, people who sleep in bed are not very mature in their hearts.

Qin Mo reached out and pushed away the young man's silver hair that was blocking his forehead, and his eyes then became sank.

Then he walked out of the room and went outside the courtyard.

Soon, a military vehicle drove over from the other end.

Just a sound of swish.

A man came down from that.

The man was wearing glasses on his face, and although he was wearing a white coat, he could not get the word "a man with a doctor" with such an evil appearance.

"Boss, the point you asked me to come is really curious. Those who don't know think we have any secrets."

Qin Mo glanced at him, clasped his trouser belt with one hand, and stood tall with a tall body: "If you want me to get in the car, leave a seat."

The psychologist looked him up and down, but in the end he couldn't see anything from the noble handsome face. He sat back and took out the pen, and a bunch of recorded information spread on his legs.

"Today we..."

Just when he was about to speak.

Qin Mo interrupted him: "That's right, it's very important, so I won't tell you that you don't have to find a way to make me fall asleep any more, after all, this is a bit difficult for you."

The psychologist gritted his teeth and put away the pen. To be honest, he really wanted to resign and went to tutor the new recruits in the army to be more enthusiastic. Why did he come to the young master for his fault?

"Then what do you want to tell me." The doctor in his heart gave up.

But it wasn't a complete quit.

After all, no matter what you say, you can reflect a person's psychological state.

But the answer he got was definitely rejection.
To be continued...