Nine hundred and twentieth seventh, girls talk about 1
At 9:15 pm, there were fewer pedestrians on the road due to rain.
At the door of the police station, Qin Mo was tilting his hand sideways and putting a black umbrella on Bo Jiu's head. His face was in such misty rain, which only made people feel noble and gentle.
In the light rain, there are already cars waiting.
Black Land Rover and red military licenses usually have a sense of toughness.
"Young Master." The driver of the Qin family was still thoughtful as usual, and took an extra umbrella out. However, after seeing Qin Mo and Bo Jiu handcuffed their hands, their eyes were shaking.
Qin Mo's expression did not change at all. Apart from raising his hand and rubbing the rain splashed on the boy's face, his voice was still light: "Let's go."
Bo Jiu was still thinking about things at this time.
I couldn't figure out anything when I moved back the computer.
Even fat people have no choice but to find a more professional one.
Bo Jiu was not worried that those people would find something, after all, another system had crashed.
In another half an hour, the remaining traces will be destroyed.
This duel depends on how much the great god doubted about her...
Qin Mo sat next to him, his eyes falling on the boy's headband, and he was very slow: "Have you thought about how to talk?"
After hearing this, Bo Jiu realized that she was worried that so many other things would not match the situation in front of her.
What the great god wants to talk to her about.
I don’t know if it’s time to jump off the car at this time.
Bo Jiu shook the handcuffs on his right hand. It was obviously too late. The driver was heading towards the military compound in the direction of the car. He obviously did not intend to let her go back.
Qin Mo looked sideways, supported his face with one hand, just looking at her, and even knocking on her wrist with a smile.
Don't mention the pressure.
When she knocked, it seemed as if her right hand would break.
However, it's still very good.
Bo Jiu felt that the great god was so likable, and he was completely fond of good looks.
I sorted out my thoughts, but before she could speak.
The great god's voice came again, very slowly: "I'm curious about it. The first time I met you said you would compare the size with me. How can you compare the size with me like this?"
In an instant, everything Bo Jiu wanted to say was stuffed into his throat.
The driver couldn't understand what their young master meant.
As the person involved, Bo Jiu understood that when she was pushing the big guy on the wall, she just wanted to avoid revealing her identity, and she didn't think so much about it.
"I'm ignorant." Bo Jiu felt that he should not talk about such sensitive topics at this time.
But obviously, Qin Mo didn't think so.
The police station was not far from the military compound.
Now that we have arrived at the single-family garage, Qin Mo raised his eyes and said to the driver sitting in the driver's seat: "Old Wang, go in first."
When Lao Wang heard this, he knew that the young master had something private to tell Mr. Fu that the heating was not closed, so he opened the car door and got out of the car.
At this moment, there were only two of them left in the Land Rover cabin.
The few Bo Jiu will think that the situation is difficult to deal with.
As soon as Lao Wang left, the feeling of oppression came from the great god even stronger.
"If you can flirt with nothing, you can't be responsible?" Qin Mo raised his eyes: "It seems that as a girl, a master of the wall-browsing school, has a deviation in this cognition."
Bo Jiu knew that she was not strong enough in this regard, so he took the initiative to attack: "Brother Mo, you can ask me the reason for dressing up as a man."
"I happened to be not interested in the reason." Qin Mo said slowly, with his side face as handsome as a knife.
Chapter completed!