Fu Jiu is really a bit inconvenient.

She put her trouser pockets in one hand, paused her eyes, turned her eyes to look at Xue Yaoyao.

Xue Yaoyao actually doesn’t want to change her clothes, mainly because of her figure... She probably can’t wear the clothes here...

However, Xue Yaoyao still underestimated the influence of the name Qin Mo in the three eastern provinces. In Jiangcheng, there will be more or less Qin's shares in any such industry.

So here, they are all VIP-level treatment.

The receptionist standing next to her was very beautiful, wearing a professional suit and said to her: "Ms. Xue, we have prepared the sportswear you want to wear for you, please come here."

After speaking, the receptionist bowed half a bow to Qin Mo before taking the people away.

It was the first time Xue Yaoyao came to such a place, and she was inevitably a little restrained, so she didn't notice anything wrong with Fu Jiu.

In addition to the receptionist, there were only two people in Fu Jiu and Qin Mo left in the gorgeously decorated hall.

The men's locker room is just not far from their left.

Fu Jiu was still wondering what excuse she was going to use.

Qin Mo had already hooked her neck with one hand and brought the person into the door. His left hand still pulled the sports obedience from the receptionist.

President Qin has a habit of entering such a place, he never lets people serve him. Even if he changes clothes, he will let the receptionists wait outside.

Although it is a VIP-level treatment, the locker room is one.

As soon as Fu Jiugang entered the house, he looked around. Except for the cabinet that could be opened, the rest of the area was empty.

If she changes clothes here, her gender will be exposed within three seconds.

In fact, when Qin Mo said he wanted to play basketball, Fu Jiu was ready to have physical contact. Today, he didn't even say that he had bandaged his chest, but he also wore a pure white hurdle vest.

But even so, you can't take off all your clothes in front of the great god, right?

Fu Jiu hugged the black sportswear given to her by the man, frowned with a beautiful look, and his eyes sank.

Qin Mo's windbreaker was already handed over to the receptionist when he came in. Now only the suit was left. He untied his shirt with one hand, turned his head to look at Fu Jiu, picked the corner of his mouth, and couldn't hide his handsome asceticism: "What? Do you still want me to take it off for you?"

Fu Jiu knew that the great god was looking for her to face the prime minister for the first time.

It seems that it is impossible to reuse the old skills. The current master and the man who can do facial tutorials when she first met are essentially different.

The difference is that he really regarded her as his younger brother...

"Isn't moving yet?" Qin Mo pulled his slender fingers and threw his shirt into the closet. He first took out a lighter to turn his head and lit a cigarette. As the smoke rose, he could only see his perfect upper body naked, and every inch of his abdominal muscles was extremely sexy. He was wearing only a pair of pure black handmade trousers and exquisitely crafted trousers, supporting his legs, which were particularly slender. The black belt around his waist had been unbuttoned by him. It was sexy and fatal.
Chapter completed!