Ma Zhang downstairs originally wanted to ask her young master who the daughter was.

But when I saw Qin Mo Binghan's side face, I swallowed the problem back.

When placing the dishes.

I heard a low voice coming again: "When did he come?"

"At five o'clock, I've been waiting for the young master." Zhang Ma looked at Qin Mo's expression, unable to understand her thoughts at all.

It was not until the silver-haired boy walked down from the upper floor in a black T-shirt that his eyes suddenly opened: "Just, that, that, that..."

That daughter is Master Jiu?!

No wonder the young master cares so much about the other person.

If it was Young Master Ninth, everything would make sense.

But... are all boys like this nowadays?

Like to wear women's clothing?

Bo Jiu noticed Zhang's mother's expression and smiled at the other party.

Zhang's mother is still digesting, after all, the girl was so beautiful just now, and the handsome boy doesn't match her now.

"Let's have a meal." Qin Mo's voice became very light at this time.

Ma Zhang knew that the young master was not in a good mood.

But why isn't it good, she knows it.

This hot pot is probably the quietest hot pot for two people.

This was not the way two people got along in the past.

Especially for the young man, he talks very little.

But there is politeness. After dinner, he even waved to Ma Zhang: "Ma Zhang, I'll go back first, thank you for your hot pot."

When Zhang Ma wiped her hands out, she had only time to see the boy's smile.

Qin Mo held the cup, his tight joints turned white, and then stood up: "I'll give it to you."

"It's still early today, it's quite convenient. I called a car online." Bo Jiu spread his hands and asked him to look at the mobile phone page.

Qin Mo didn't say much.

After the boy left.

Only then did Zhang's mother realize something was wrong.

Normally.

The young master will always try his best to let the young master stay overnight.

Even if you don't stay overnight, you will send someone home in person.

But this time, I was just standing outside, and I don’t know how long it took, and it seemed that the wind was blowing.

Adjutant Zhang hesitated for a while, walked out with his windbreaker, and whispered: "Young Master, go back to the house, it's too late."

Qin Mo's fingers moved, and he couldn't even feel the cold at that moment.

Because it seemed like a hole was broken deep in the heart, and the wind came in, it was very empty.

I never thought about what to do if I couldn't make a bend that guy.

Very obvious sense of distance.

When it emanates from the teenager.

Qin Mo asked himself again.

What's good about this person?

He wants something good-looking, there are everywhere.

It's gentler than this guy, and it's everywhere...

"Young Master." Adjutant Zhang whispered again.

Qin Mo turned his head and lit a cigarette, and the mist was everywhere: "Go and call the Fu family and ask if the Nine Young Masters are safe to get home."

"Yes." After Adjutant Zhang said, his eyes swept over his wrist: "Young Master, tomorrow is the resurrection match, your hands are important."

After hearing this, Qin Mo stepped apart in the night and let the wetness hit him, and the smoke lingered.

Chen Xiaodong answered the phone number from the Fu family.

After hanging up, he looked at the direction on the second floor.

"Well, yes, my young master has come back, right..."

To be honest, there was something obviously wrong with the young master today.

How can I say it? I talk too little, and even my smile is different from before.

As soon as I entered the door, I entered my room.
Chapter completed!