The national school idol is a girl - Chapter 1762: 1847. Send flowers to Qin Mo

Bo Yin didn’t answer and asked instead: “You seem to rarely post on Moments?”

“Huh?” Louluo raised an eyebrow.

Bo Yin smiled, reached out and took out the phone from her pocket, and said in a slow voice, “Look up.”

Louluo really couldn’t understand what the young man was thinking: “What…”

The words are not finished yet.

A kiss fell on the side of her face.

Then, there was just a click.

The two fell in love at the same time.

Bo Yin smiled half-heartedly: “Should you tell everyone that I am yours? Just post this photo on WeChat Moments.”

Louluo’s circle of friends is just like her. Apart from business matters, there is very little other content.

After all, the employees and partners are there.

However, Louluo chuckled, took his phone, edited the content and clicked send. On the accompanying picture were three words, my people.

One can imagine how much surprise this circle of friends caused.

Almost after the wedding was finished, a friend sent a message: “Kiss Mr. Lou, listen to me, that little wolfdog of yours is really not simple! In this way, the whole business district will say that you are a coquettish person. I like you.” Keep a young man, and…”

Louluo didn’t read the next content. She only tilted her head: “Are you satisfied?”

Bo Yin stretched out his hand to hook her long hair behind her ears, and raised his thin lips: “Very satisfied.”

What a friend said is indeed true.

Little wolfdogs all like to declare their sovereignty.

Louluo smiled and looked along the edge of his black umbrella. On the big screen was the competition that was about to start tomorrow, and the screen stopped on the young man’s face.

Ruffian, lazy, evil and sycophantic.

Wearing black headphones on her broken hair.

Those eyes were so bright that they almost reflected light.

It seemed like she had seen such a scene a long time ago.

However, the person sitting in front of the computer at that time was a very small one, wagging the tail of a little tiger…

Bo Yin also noticed what she was looking at. He turned to one side and the night seemed to become heavier: “Go back to the hotel?”

Louluo said “hmm”, obviously his thoughts were not taken away from the young man.

It was late at night.

Street lights outside the hotel.

The bat fell and landed on the man’s shoulder.

“My master has always disliked human chat tools. It seems that he can do anything for his wife.”

Bo Yin tilted his eyes, and the red light moved slightly.

The bat was immediately frightened.

Bo Yin snorted: “Get ready to send flowers to Qin Mo’s room.”

Bat was confused: “Send flowers to Mr. Qin?”

He couldn’t have heard wrongly.

Bo Yin chuckled: “Our ninth master has been very possessive since childhood.”

Bat: …are you now taking revenge on the young master for winning your favor just now?

Of course a servant would not say such words.

Sending flowers to a hotel is nothing to them.

It’s just that Mr. Qin has been very strange since he was a child.

They didn’t dare to get close at all.

It’s okay when the young master is around.

Without the young master, they even thought that Qin Shaohui would kill them with one shot.

This time we are here for a competition, and Mr. Qin should not be able to bring a gun.

The master really gave them a task they least wanted to complete.

this day.

The hotel surveillance is very strange.

It was a field of white flowers, with no footage recorded at all.

Just after dawn.

There was a bunch of roses on Qin Mo’s bedside.

It’s very bright and beautiful, and there’s a card on it that looks like a confession.

Wearing a battle uniform, he traced it with his slender fingers and raised his eyebrows noblely.

Over there, Zhao Sanpang put his hands together and said to Bo Jiu: “Little Spade, on the first day of the World Series, I really don’t want to stir up trouble. Qin Mo is clearly cheating, otherwise why would he accept flowers from others! “