Chapter 1602
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He really couldn't reply to this!
Boss Wang, who was trying his best to lead the topic in a normal direction, stuttered. "Marry, marry … cough, I wish Young Master Qin's wish will come true soon!"
After he finished speaking, he lifted his head and didn't speak anymore. Drinking was more practical!
Qin Mo's thoughts didn't stop after the meal ended.
After they got into the car, his assistant asked, "Are you going back to the company or your home?"
Qin Mo replied nonchalantly, "To her place."
Needless to say, his assistant already knew who she was.
Before he drove off, he wanted to send a message to Miss Jiu to 'study hard'.
Qin Mo, who was sitting at the back, spoke again. "Don't do such things like sending messages."
His assistant immediately kept his phone. He felt that his CEO wasn't very patient today.
At this moment, Bo Jiu, who was biting a lollipop, was teaching her disciple how to use a smurf account. What if she got bullied?
Although her disciple was fierce, there weren't many people who knew what was good for her.
Little Mo Bei, who was sitting in front of the computer, glanced up and said faintly, "Master, it's time for you to write your test questions."
"I don't have the energy to write, I'm hungry." Bo Jiu smiled devilishly. She supported her chin with one hand. "How about I bring you out to eat hotpot?"
Little Mo Bei stood up. "I'll cook for you. You can't eat stimulating food before the National Higher Education Entrance Examination."
Bo Jiu raised her eyebrows in amusement. "Where did you get all these from?"
Little Mo Bei was expressionless. She seemed to be thinking for a moment before saying, "My neighbor's sister is also taking the National Higher Education Entrance Examination. Her family members all say that."
Bo Jiu's slender figure leaned against the wall. She bit on a strand of dog's tail grass lazily. She had a handsome side profile. "I'm bored. I want to drink."
"You can't drink either." Little Mo Bei took a potato. "Shall we make potato beef?"
Bo Jiu leaned back. "There's no meaning in life if I can't eat hotpot or drink."
Little Mo Bei washed the potato and placed it on the chopping board. She comforted her master seriously. "After the National Higher Education Entrance Examination, you can marry your master's wife."
Bo Jiu's eyes lit up. Beneath her silver hair, she smiled. "Alright, I'll bear with it. Compared to hotpot and wine, your Mistress is more important. That's a good title, use it more often in the future."
Before Little Mo Bei could nod, she saw the figure that appeared behind her Master.
Bo Jiu realized it too.
Before she could turn around.
A clear and cold voice rang in his ears, "Master's wife? Isn't that a good title? "
"I'm his master, so of course you're his wife." Bo Jiu pretended to be deep. "Otherwise, the seniority would be messed up."
Qin Mo smirked, holding onto her wrist as he walked up the stairs.
A certain someone still needed to be "disciplined" behind closed doors.
As for the method of discipline, it would always end with marks on Bo Jiu's collarbone.
It is still the same today.
Bo Jiu raised her head, the curve of her jaw carrying a fragile beauty, but also as handsome as a youngster.
She lowered her voice. Her breathing was a little messy, but he could still vaguely hear her saying, "Softer."
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