Qin Mo lowered his eyes and saw the boy looking at him. He didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes were a little bit muted anyway.

He thought for a moment, probably because the child was scared.

That's right, the great god thinks his younger brother is scared.

This may be a natural mentality of protecting one's calf.

Qin Mo had automatically ignored how cruel Fu Jiu was when he kicked someone just now.

Anyway, the boy looked dumb now, with a little blood on his face, which was no different from a broken child.

Although it's still too handsome.

But still stunned.

When Qin Mo thought of this, his eyes couldn't help but follow Wen, reached out to take out his wallet, and placed the compensation amount on the bar where he was drinking.

Because the compensation amount was too much, the bodyguards who rushed over didn't know what to do next.

After all, these things that fell to the ground were not worth that much money.

Qin Mo just grabbed Fu Jiu as if no one else and walked through the noisy crowd.

The lights on the head are still flashing, and the music played is the kind that can accelerate the heart.

If someone in a nightclub is someone else, you will think he is conservative.

But when that person was replaced by a great god, everything seemed particularly different.

It is not just a mud that is not stained, but a breath of indifference, like a god falling into heaven.

The boy he was holding in his hand was so evil. His black leather jacket and silver hair were simply a demon who transformed into it.

Both of them look so good, and their temperaments are different.

Only when one black and one white creates such an impactful sense of picture.

The heartbeats of the fujokovic in the crowd almost accelerated.

Such a hand-holding is really sweet!

Aoah, I don’t know what a man is so domineering and wants to pull the boy to do!

However, the fight just now was really cool!

The handsome men, until now, saw Qin Mo's side face, thought how could there be such a perfect man in the world?

Listening to the sound of breathing around, Fu Jiu curled his lips.

It's quite interesting to be with the master.

Even the fight is so enjoyable.

No bodyguards are allowed to stop them.

Moreover, there were still broken wine bottles behind them.

In the past, the great god must have been a man who loves to play in nightclubs!

Fu Jiu was wrong about this.

Qin Mo never fights in Jiangcheng.

Anyone who is not open-minded dares to fight with the eldest son of the Qin family?

Unless you want to die.

Qin Mo also went to nightclubs because it was difficult for him to fall asleep.

None of the military young masters dared to mess with each other when they sat there.

Especially everyone knows that Qin Mo doesn't like others to touch him.

So even girls dare not make arrangements for him.

It has not been arranged before.

Qin Mo only took a sip of cigarette, and asked people to go wherever they should go.

It was Qin Mo's most chaotic year, but nothing out of the ordinary was done.

Therefore, many people thought that the young master of the Qin family actually liked men, so they kept sending the boys to the private room.

Qin Mo smiled, shaking the wine in his hand, but he was full of gentleness: "I am always a person who is carrying a hand. Do you want me to touch someone who is carrying a hand? Haha, if you don't have that hobby, get out."

This is what the young masters in the military compound said.

Then he stood up and buttoned his shirt, and he was the cold and inviolable young master of the Qin family.

It seems like a joke, but it is full of warnings.

So since that time, no one dared to be a demon in front of Qin Mo.
Chapter completed!