On the other side.

Fu Ximing, who lost the game, kicked the wooden chair hard with his right leg: "The other party is definitely not an ordinary player!"

No one in No. 1 Middle School dares to speak.

But Fu Ximing couldn't swallow this tone: "Liu Zongming!"

"I'm here." Liu Zongming spoke quickly.

Fu Ximing narrowed his eyes: "Tomorrow, ask who played this game!"

"Okay." Liu Zongming responded, but knew very well in his heart that this matter was not easy to deal with.

Those who are not good at studying in No. 2 Middle School have always been better than those of No. 1 Middle School students.

How could he run to No. 2 Middle School to ask questions?

However, there are still other ways, so I have to think about it...

The night outside became a little darker.

The atmosphere of the barbecue restaurant is as if it is fixed.

Qin Mo couldn't explain why he suddenly threw his hand away, and the screen of his phone just lit up.

It's Secretary Liang.

"Mr. Qin, where are you?"

Qin Mo turned his face and his voice was very heavy. I don’t know why he was a little hoarse: “Is there something wrong?”

"Young Master Han is worried about you, so I asked me to call and ask."

With a word from Secretary Liang, Qin Mo knew that Han Feng was taking the initiative to ease the relationship. He didn't say much, but just reported an address to Secretary Liang.

Secretary Liang paused: "Then the Ninth Young Master who will pick you up..."

beep……

Before Secretary Liang could finish speaking, he hung up the phone.

Secretary Liang was sure that President Qin had heard his words and even paused for a second.

But for some reason, Mr. Qin's reaction today didn't seem so right.

When Fu Jiu heard that Qin Mo wanted Secretary Liang to pick him up, he didn't say much. He raised his hand and drank the last sip of tea. He handed over his pants bags in one hand, and walked out of the barbecue restaurant with Qin Mo.

It was foggy outside, but fortunately Christmas was approaching, and the decorations on the street were quite warm.

Seeing that the great god had no intention of sliding a skateboard with her again, Fu Jiu simply raised his foot. When the skateboard flew up, she grabbed it and clamped it horizontally behind her waist.

When Secretary Liang drove over, he saw such a handsome scene.

Since there is a car, of course the two of them have to take the car.

Fu Jiu was close to him and arrived in less than five minutes' drive.

After the boy went down, Secretary Liang felt that something was wrong in the car, especially the seat where Mr. Qin was sitting.

The neon light reflected on the car window. From the rear mirror, Secretary Liang could only see the unclear side face.'

The black hair was knocked down, covering Qin Mo's eyes. He was indeed not very common in this way.

The reason why Qin Mo suddenly pulled his hand just now was because at that moment he wanted to lower his head and do something.

But he didn't even know why he reacted so much at that time.

He could even see the astonishment on the boy's face.

Although the next second, the guy laughed, as if nothing was going on.

But here in Qin Mo, there is not nothing.

He reached out and pressed his eyebrows.

Perhaps it was because he had too much attention on the boy during this period.

Even though he thought so, Qin Mo did not sleep after arriving at the Qin family. In the completely dark living room, he first threw his coat on the sofa, then took out his cell phone, and naturally wanted to send a WeChat message to the boy.
Chapter completed!