Chapter 111, Change Clothes

Fu Jiu was really inconvenient.

With one hand in her trouser pocket, she paused for a moment, then turned her eyes to look at Xue Yaoyao.

Xue Yaoyao actually didn't want to change clothes, mainly because of her figure...the clothes here shouldn't be able to fit her...

However, Xue Yaoyao still underestimated the influence of the name Qin Mo in the three eastern provinces. In Jiangcheng, there are more or less shares of the Qin family in any industry of this kind.

So here, they are all VIP-level treatment.

The receptionist standing next to her was very beautiful, wearing a professional suit, and said to her: "Miss Xue, we have prepared the sportswear you want to wear for you, please bring it to me."

After the receptionist finished speaking, he half-bowed to Qin Mo before leading him away.

It was Xue Yaoyao's first visit to this kind of place, so she was inevitably a little cautious, so she didn't notice anything wrong with Fu Jiu.

Apart from the receptionist, only Fu Jiu and Qin Mo were left in the gorgeously decorated hall.

The men's locker room is not far to their left.

Fu Jiu was still thinking about what excuse she would use.

Qin Mo had already hooked her neck with one hand and led her into the door. He still pulled the sportswear from the receptionist's hand with his left hand.

President Qin has a habit. When he enters this kind of place, he never asks people to wait on him. Even if he is changing clothes, he will let the receptionists wait outside.

Although it is VIP-level treatment, there is only one locker room.

As soon as Fu Jiu entered the room, he looked around. Except for the open cabinet, which could serve as a little shelter, the rest of the place was empty.

If she changed clothes here, her gender would be revealed within three seconds.

In fact, Fu Jiu was already ready for physical contact when Qin Mo said she was going to play ball. Today, she specially wrapped a bandage around her chest, and even wore a pure white hurdling vest. .

But even so, you can't be naked in front of the great god, right?

Fu Jiu hugged the black sportswear the man gave her, frowned on her pretty brows, and even her eyes sank.

The windbreaker Qin Mo was wearing had already been handed over to the receptionist when he came in.

Now only the suit on his body was left. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, turned his head to look at Fu Jiu, and the corner of his mouth twitched, his handsome restraint couldn't be concealed: "What? You still want me to help you take it off?"

Fu Jiu knew that the master was looking for trouble for her first confrontation.

It seems that it is impossible to repeat the old skills. There is an essential difference between the current master and the man who can do face-to-face tutorials when she first met.

The difference is that he really regards her as his younger brother...

"Still moving?" Qin Mo pulled his slender fingers, and threw the shirt into the closet casually. First, he took out the lighter and lit a cigarette with his head tilted. As the smoke rose, only his naked upper body could be seen. Every inch of his abdominal muscles is extremely sexy. He only wears a pair of pure black handmade trousers. The well-crafted trousers support his extraordinarily slender legs. The black belt around his waist has been untied by him. , look aside, sexy and deadly.

He took a puff of cigarette before going to look at Fu Jiu, and with a movement of his fingers, he pulled Fu Jiu over again, his eyes were as indifferent as water, domineering and very manly: "I'm still thinking about flirting in the toilet like last time Man, there is no one here to tease you, don't think about it, if you don't move, I will help you off."