"What?" Bo Yin fell down at Lou Luo's pause.

Lou Luo then came to his senses: "Nothing."

He said this.

But I can't deceive myself in my heart.

How could there be such a picture in her mind?

Lou Luo is a group company, and his thoughts have always been calm, but he is still there.

Some things are not suitable at this time.

The dinner was not very late.

After the team members go back, they still need to have a good rest.

After all, it's not in the country.

Sometimes it is quite uncomfortable to have jet lag.

When he was about to leave, Bo Jiu stood under the street lights and kept people smartly: "Tomorrow is the first game, so I'm a little nervous."

When I heard the word nervousness came out of their Jiu Ye’s mouth.

Mr. Bo, who was standing on one side, was holding a black umbrella in one hand, and a sneer could be vaguely seen at the corner of his mouth.

Bo Jiu didn't care, his eyes were dark and clear, and he forced his breasts to behave: "I want someone to watch me and beat me."

Lou Luo remembered the scene just now again, and his eyes fell on the glowing tear mole, thinking about whether to put his work aside.

The voice came again: "I'm afraid of losing. After losing, there will definitely be many people laughing at me."

This is probably the most unreliable thing Mr. Bo has heard in so many years.

Afraid of losing?

The Ninth Master has really been the same trick since he was a child, and he will be in front of others.

Saiqi Louluo has watched the video of the boy's game before. When she remembered the game she lost, she stood in front of the screen with her head half-hung and didn't say a word, she still felt a little depressed and ache.

Wearing black high-heeled boots, she reached out to touch Bo Jiu's head: "Don't worry, many people will accompany you tomorrow, and I will also go to the scene to watch."

"Then I'll wait." Bo Jiuyi smiled and looked extremely obedient again.

Lou Luo replied, "Okay."

Bo Jiu stopped pestering others anymore.

A pair of eyes looked at the two backs walking into the street.

After a while, he turned around and hugged Qin Mo's waist: "I knew they were fine."

"I know." Even the strength to hug people was increasing, and even the voice was a little soaked. No one could empathize with her now.

This is a scene that she didn't even dare to dream of for so many years, but it actually appeared in front of her.

Bo Jiu's mouth was half bent, and he was really happy, and he was a little unreal.

Qin Mo let Bo Jiu hug him, and his handsome face looked even more gentle in the night.

He reached out and placed it on the back of Bo Jiu's head, stroking it again and again.

It was like when he was a child, he was coaxing her to sleep.

He didn't go to show Bo Yin and Lou Luo, both of whom looked like they were old.

Those are never the most important.

What's important is that they are still there.

On the other side.

The two people walking in the street, the diamond-shaped snow fell.

Bo Yin opened the umbrella in his hand and supported it with one hand.

Lou Luo turned his eyes and his eyes fell on his tears mole: "Our daughter also has tears mole?"

Bo Yin asked back without answering: "Did you remember?"

Lou Luo did not answer directly, but said, "When will you take me to see her?"

"It seems that I haven't remembered it yet." Bo Yin smiled and felt a little evil: "Don't hurry and take it slowly, she does have tears as well."

Lou Luo paused when he heard this and said, "Tell me more."

"What?" Bo Yin looked sideways.
Chapter completed!