Chapter 115
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Fu Jiu paused, looked up, and set her eyes on the man not far away.
He was picking out a racket provided by the court. His slender hands were wrapped in pure black gloves, and he looked quite professional in his professional badminton attire. When he lowered his head, his long and thick eyelashes formed a dark shadow, making him look careless, like a popular star shooting a TV series.
If Almighty Qin's current appearance was put on a live broadcast platform, his popularity would probably go up another level …
Qin Feng probably noticed the young man's gaze, so he suddenly looked up and looked at Fu Jiu indifferently. "What are you up to now?"
Fu Jiu put the racket back and revealed her handsome canine teeth. She smiled brightly. "Nothing, I just think Brother Mo is too handsome, so I want to take a few more glances."
Xue Yaoyao was very conflicted as she listened on the side.
Why did she feel like His Highness Jiu was flirting with Almighty Qin?
Two men were playing tennis together, but Xue Yaoyao felt like they were showing off their love!
But … those two people were indeed a good match …
Xue Yaoyao held her teacup and looked at the court enviously.
Fu Jiu met her gaze and smiled lightly. She walked over with her racket and pulled out her notebook from her bag. She leaned over and said to her, "Log in and play two rounds first. I'll talk to you about the problem during the break."
"Okay." Xue Yaoyao didn't expect that the young man would still think of her at this time. She felt like she was being taken care of, and her face turned red.
Fu Jiu's eyes swept over the fruit platter on the coffee table. She picked up a piece of watermelon and put it in her mouth. Her voice was gentle. "You can eat any fruit you want, don't be shy."
"Okay." Xue Yaoyao nodded hard. She looked at the young man's face with eyes full of worship.
When Qin Mo saw this scene on the court, he bounced the racket in his left hand a few times, and his dark eyes deepened.
When Fu Jiu walked over again, she saw that the Almighty's face was a lot colder.
Could it be that the game was about to start … so the Almighty's murderous aura was rising?
"Kickoff." Qin Mo left two words for the receptionist beside him before he stood tall and straight in front of the net.
Fu Jiu's eyes turned serious. The young man bent his knees, and his side profile was clean and handsome. His silver hair fell to the side of his ears, and he was wearing a pair of black earrings. He smashed the ball hard!
Qin Mo calmly observed the direction in which the ball was flying. Then, he turned his body sideways, and with a beautiful posture, he gripped his racket tightly and aimed it at the white ball!
Pa!
Fu Jiu's forehead was instantly hit!
He rubbed his face with the side of his hand. His face was in so much pain that it looked pitiful. "Brother Mo, you did it on purpose, didn't you? Hit me in the face? "
Was she really invited to play badminton? He wasn't here to take revenge on her?
Qin Mo looked at the youngster, his eyes dimming. "Since you are here to play, focus on playing. Don't always think about flirting with girls."
"Since when did I always think about flirting with girls?" Fu Jiu muttered, feeling a little wronged.
Qin Mo's eyes swept over the youngster's fluffy head, and in the end, he couldn't overcome the surging sense of guilt in his heart. He turned his head to look at the receptionist, and his voice wasn't very happy. "Go get the ice."
"Ah? Yes! " The receptionist still didn't understand what Young Master Qin wanted the ice for.
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