Chapter 114 Great God Qin Is Getting Jealous

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

He is picking out the rackets provided by the court. His slender hands are wrapped in pure black playing gloves. He is dressed in a professional badminton outfit. When he lowers his head, the long and thick eyelashes fall down to form a shadow, making him look They all have a careless taste, like a popular star filming a TV series.

If Qin Dashen's appearance is put on the live broadcast platform, it is estimated that his popularity will rise to a higher level...

Probably noticing the young man's gaze, Qin Feng raised his eyes suddenly, and looked towards Fu Jiu lightly: "What's your plan?"

Fu Jiu put the racket back, showed her handsome canine teeth, and smiled brightly: "No, I just want to take a look at Brother Mo because he is so handsome."

Xue Yaoyao was very troubled listening to it.

Why does she always feel that Jiudian is firing at God Qin?

Obviously two men are playing tennis together, but Xue Yaoyao has an illusion of showing affection!

But...the two really do match...

Holding the teacup, Xue Yaoyao glanced enviously at the court.

Fu Jiu met her gaze, smiled lightly, and walked over holding the racket, then pulled out her notebook from her schoolbag, leaned over to her and said, "You go to the game to play two rounds first, and the intermission Then, I'll talk to you about the problem."

"Okay." Xue Yaoyao didn't expect that at this time, the young man was still thinking about herself, feeling taken care of, and her face turned red.

Fu Jiu glanced at the fruit plate on the coffee table, pinched a piece of watermelon and put it in her mouth, and said softly, "You can eat whatever you want, don't be restrained."

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

When Qin Mo, who was standing on the court, saw this scene, he flicked the badminton racket in his left hand a few times, and his dark night eyes deepened.

When Fu Jiu walked over again, she saw that the Great God's face seemed to be much colder.

Could it be that the show is about to start... so the murderous aura of the Great God also came up?

"Kick-off." Qin Mo only said two words to the receptionist standing beside him, and stood tall and straight in front of the net.

Fu Jiu's eyes also became serious. The young man's knees were half bent, his profile was clean and handsome, his silver hair hit his ears, and he matched it with black earrings. A hard smash was a powerful smash!

Qin Mo calmly observed the direction the ball was coming from, then turned sideways, and in a very beautiful posture, he grasped the racket tightly and aimed at the white ball to slap it neatly!

Snapped!

Fu Jiu's forehead was hit immediately!

Rubbing with one hand, the face hurts a bit pitifully: "Brother Mo, did you do it on purpose? Hit me in the face?"

Is this really inviting her to play badminton? Instead of taking the opportunity to take revenge on her?

Qin Mo looked at the young man like that, and his eyes sank: "Since you are here to play, you should focus on playing and don't always think about flirting with girls."

"When did I always think about flirting with girls?" Fu Jiu muttered, somewhat feeling wronged.

Qin Mo's eyes swept over the boy's hairy head hanging down, but in the end he still couldn't overcome the guilt surging in his heart, turned his head to look at the receptionist, and said in an unhappy voice, "Go and get the ice cubes. "

"Ah? Yes!" The receptionists haven't realized what Qin Shao wants ice cubes for.

He pulled out a towel, wrapped the ice cubes, and placed them on the boy's forehead...