Lin Feng looked at the phone that had been hung up, feeling a little uneasy.
The uneasiness started to grow along with the comments online.
Just as Bo Jiu had said, even he could recognize them from the back. Some of the fans could recognize them too.
The already soft voices of resistance.
For some reason, it grew louder.
When the public relations department contacted Feng Yi, they wanted to tell him that someone was behind the scenes but they couldn't pinpoint the exact company.
That was strange.
But this time, Feng Yi didn't care. He glanced at the photo online, glancing up with a smile. "Assistant Xu."
"Boss Feng." The assistant hadn't expected Feng Yi to look at him in such a manner.
Feng Yi lit a cigarette, holding it between his fingers. "Some stories can only be told to people who understand. Many people wouldn't understand how much effort she put in to bring Qin Mo back. So forget it, it's good that he's back."
Assistant Xu felt that Boss Feng was different.
Feng Shang felt the same way.
His brother was indeed different. In front of others, he was still the playful Fox Feng who wouldn't allow anyone to take advantage of Supreme Alliance. But behind others, he was a heavy smoker.
It seemed as though he knew something but couldn't change it.
Feng Shang stammered as he asked the person, but he couldn't get an answer.
But he was happy.
They had seen the photo online.
Coco and him, along with the other teams, were all happy on the official Weibo, tagging Spade Z.
At the dining table, Bo Jiu was still thinking of a way to get the Almighty to accept her.
After much thought, she decided to find evidence to convince him. That was the most direct method.
The Almighty had always been a suspicious person. And now, he was probably even more so.
The hotpot lasted for a long time.
Qin Mo watched as the fellow lowered his head to scoop up the mutton for him. For some reason, the food in his mouth tasted good.
The old butler took in the scene as well.
Did his young lord bring back a little princess to pamper?
Young Master Qin was such a big man, couldn't he use his chopsticks?
Letting out a long sigh, the old butler knew in his heart that the words he had told the young master to be reserved were basically treated as trash.
"The hotpot is greasy, and there's Chinese oolong tea in the pot. Young Master, do you want to drink it here or go to the sofa?"
The old butler picked up his pocket watch and glanced at it. Even though he had come to Jiang City, his British aura hadn't changed at all.
"Both places aren't good, I'll head back to my room with Brother Mo." Bo Jiu turned, wanting to grab a tissue to wipe her mouth.
Unexpectedly, the moment she moved, she felt something on her face. It was the Almighty's fingertips, slowly caressing her lips. His movements were very natural.
In order to make it easier for the Almighty to clean her up, she lifted her handsome face, not forgetting to smile.
When Qin Mo saw her smile, there was only one thought in his mind.
How could this prey be so likable …
The old butler, who had always been a gentleman, coughed lightly and said, "Then I'll go and clean up another room."
"Too troublesome." Bo Jiu smiled mischievously. "There aren't enough rooms, I can share a room with Brother Mo."
Qin Mo glanced at the double-storey apartment in front of him, his fingers still feeling a certain someone's delicate skin. He didn't expose her.
The old butler inhaled deeply. It seemed like it was a waste to find such a huge room for his young lord. There were eight rooms, how could it not be enough?
But Grandfather Butler knew what his young lord was thinking. He lifted the teapot with his white-gloved hand. "I'll send it to your room and bring a set of pajamas for Young Master Qin."
"Alright." Bo Jiu replied without the slightest hint of embarrassment or heartbeat.
Qin Mo supported his chin with his hand, his thin lips curving up without a trace.
He had never seen such a proactive prey.
It was a rare sight.
The old butler was still observing Qin Mo. He had wanted to discuss something with the man, but when he took off his shirt and revealed something on his neck, his fingers trembled. He turned towards Bo Jiu.
That was why.
He remembered that his young lord had asked for many such amulets when she had been young.
At that time, she had been like a little monk. Even though she had been at the Fifth Avenue, she had been close to a senior monk.
That senior monk's amulet wasn't common.
The old butler retracted his gaze. He didn't stay any longer.
Even so, Qin Mo noticed it. When he changed his sleepiness, his dark eyes flickered under the light.
Bo Jiu wasn't in a hurry to drink the tea. She could tell that Grandfather Butler was looking for her. She reached out and pushed Qin Mo into the bathroom. "Brother Mo, shower first. We can talk after."
Qin Mo smiled. It was a charming smile, but there was a dark fog floating in his eyes. "What a pity."
"What's a pity?" Bo Jiu arched a brow.
Qin Mo bent down, his breath landing on her ear. "I thought we would shower together. After all, we are lovers, aren't we?"
It's a pity that even you are hiding something from me. How can I be at ease with such prey by my side?
With this in mind, Qin Mo's eyes dimmed.
Bo Jiu couldn't see from this angle. She hugged his waist and smiled. "No, Brother Mo, I realized that you like to tease me."
Qin Mo didn't have any warning signs when she hugged him. He thought for a moment and scoffed. She was coaxing him again. She knew how to do it.
"I want to shower together." Bo Jiu's smile didn't diminish. "But I have to talk to Grandfather Butler first. I have to tell him that no matter what you become, you will always be my Little Princess Qin."
Qin Mo looked at her. After a moment, he laughed coldly. "Little Princess Qin?"
Where did she get her nickname from?
"Brother Mo, you loved it when I called you that." Bo Jiu looked sad. "You even forgot about that. Sigh."
Hearing her sigh, Qin Mo lifted the corner of his lips, revealing a thought-provoking expression. Then he held onto her waist, his breath seductive. "Don't worry, even if I forget everything, I won't forget how I want you."
Which man would like to be called a little princess?
Little Gangster, don't you know how to lie?
Qin Mo found it amusing. His kiss carried a sense of punishment. He bent down and nibbled on her neck. His breath was a little hot and imprinted on her fair skin. There was a wave of irresistible itchiness.
Bo Jiu didn't know where to put her hands. In the end, she arched her back. "Brother Mo …"
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