Fu Jiu paused, raised his eyes, and set his eyes on the man not far away.

He was choosing rackets provided by the court, his slender hands were wrapped in pure black playing gloves, and his professional badminton outfit looked quite professional. When he lowered his head, his long and thick eyelashes hit him down to form a shadow, making him look careless, as if a popular star was filming a TV series.

If the Qin Dashen looks like this on the live broadcast platform, his popularity will probably be higher than the next level...

Perhaps because he noticed the boy's gaze, Qin Feng raised his eyes and looked at Fu Jiu indifferently: "What are you thinking about?"

Fu Jiu left the racket back, showing his handsome tiger teeth, and smiled brightly: "No, it's just that Brother Mo is so handsome, I want to take a few more glances."

Xue Yaoyao was very confused when listening to it.

Why did she always feel that the Nine Palace is discharged at Qin Shen?

It was obvious that two men were playing tennis together, but Xue Yaoyao had the illusion of showing affection!

But...the two people are indeed very compatible...

Xue Yaoyao held the teacup and glanced at the court enviously.

Fu Jiu met her gaze, smiled gently, walked over with the racket, then pulled out his notebook from his schoolbag, leaned forward and said to her: "You can play two games first. During the intermission, I will tell you the problem."

"Okay." Xue Yaoyao didn't expect that at this time, the boy was still thinking about himself, and felt like he was being taken care of, and his face turned red.

Fu Jiu's eyes swept over the fruit plate on the coffee table, pinched a piece of watermelon and put it in his mouth, and his voice was gentle: "You can eat any fruits and whatever, don't be restrained."

"Yeah." Xue Yaoyao nodded vigorously, looking at the boy's face, her eyes full of admiration.

When Qin Mo, who was standing on the court, saw this scene, he bounced the badminton racket on his left hand a few times, and his eyes were deep.

When Fu Jiu walked over again, he saw that the god's face seemed to be much colder.

Is it about to start the show... so the great god's murderous aura is also coming?

"Take up." Qin Mo only left two words to the receptionist who was standing next to him, and stood tall in front of the net.

Fu Jiu's eyes also became serious. The boy half bent his knees, his side face was both clean and handsome, with silver hair hitting his ears, and black earrings. One force was a very powerful smash!

Qin Mo was calm and observing the direction of the ball flying, then turned sideways, and in a very beautiful position, he held the racket tightly at the white ball and shot it neatly!

Bang!

Fu Jiu's forehead was immediately hit!

He rubbed his hands sideways, and his face hurt a little pitiful: "Brother Mo, did you do it on purpose? Slap my face?"

Is this really asking her to play badminton? Instead of taking the opportunity to retaliate against her?

Qin Mo looked at the boy like that, his eyes sank: "Since you are here to play basketball, just play basketball wholeheartedly, don't always think about flirting with girls."

"When do I always think about flirting with girls?" Fu Jiu muttered, feeling a little unjustly.

Qin Mo's eyes swept over the fuzzy head that the boy had hung down, but in the end he could not overcome the guilt that surged in his heart. He turned his head and looked at the receptionist. His voice was not very pleasant: "Go and take the ice cubes."

"Ah? Yes!" The receptionists had not yet realized what Mr. Qin wanted ice cubes to do.
Chapter completed!