Chapter 1612 - Mojiu, Candy
National School Prince Is A Girl
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
How can the topic carry on!
CEO Wang who had wanted to steer the conversation towards a more normal topic stuttered. âMa-marry... cough. Then let me first wish that Young Master Qinâs wish will come true!â
With that, he lifted his head and stopped talking. It was better to just drink!
Qin Moâs thought didnât end after the dinner. After he boarded the car, his assistant asked. âTo the office or home?â
Qin Mo replied casually. âTo where she is.â
He didnât need to specify who she is for his assistant to know.
Before driving, Qin Moâs assistant wanted to send Miss Jiu a message such as âStudy well.â
Qin Mo who was seated behind said. âStop trying to tip her off.â
Qin Moâs assistant immediately kept his phone. It seems like his boss wasnât very patient today.
At this moment, Bo Jiu was eating her lollipop and teaching her little disciple how to play her side account so that she wouldnât get bullied.
Even though her disciple has an aggressive playing style, not many people had an eye for good things.
After listening, Little Mo Bei who was sitting in front of the computer raised her eyes, her voice faint. âMaster, you should do your test questions.â
âI donât have the strength to write, Iâm hungry.â Bo Jiu evil smiled, holding her chin with one hand. âHow about having hotpot?â
Little Mo Bei stood up. âIâll cook for you, you canât eat food that would cause irritation before the National College Entrance Examination.â
Bo Jiu raised her brows in amusement. âWhere did you learn that from?â
Little Mo Bei thought about it emotionlessly before replying. âMy neighbour is taking the National College Entrance Examination too, her family members said.â
Bo Jiuâs slender body leaned back as she bit on a dogâs tail grass lazily. Her face was handsome as she said. âIâm bored, I want to drink.â
âYou canât drink.â Little Mo Bei took out a potato. âHow about potato beef?â
Bo Jiu leaned back. âLife is meaningless without hotpot and beer.â
Little Mo Bei washed the potato, placed it on the chopping board and comforted her mentor seriously. âAfter the National College Entrance Examination, you will be able to marry Mistress.â
Upon hearing that, Bo Jiuâs eyes lit up, even her lips had lifted beneath her silvery hair. âAlright, I shall bear with it a little more. Your Mistress is more important compared to hotpot and beer. Calling him mistress is good, use it more often.â
Before Little Mo Bei nodded, she saw the figure behind her master.
Bo Jiu had noticed it as well.
Before she could turn she heard a cold voice near her ear. âMistress? Itâs good?â
âIâm her master so you will definitely be the mistress.â Bo Jiu pretended to be wise. âOtherwise, the seniority would be affected.â
Qin Mo smirked and held onto her wrist, walking upstairs. Seems like a certain someone had to be âdisciplinedâ behind closed doors. As for the methods, it always ended with multiple markings on Bo Jiuâs collarbone.
It was the same today.
Bo Jiu raised her head halfway, the curve of her chin carried a fragile beauty, and yet it had a boyâs handsomeness. She lowered her voice, and her breath was a little messy, but her faint voice could still be heard. âSofter.â
Qin Mo held her waist singlehandedly and pressed her against the door, half-bent. His fingers had already unbuttoned all the buttons on her shirt, and his thin lips stopped on the fair and beautiful collarbone. His eyes were so dark it seemed to be suppressing something, and because of such a suppression, there was a fatal sexiness within his coldness. âI will wait for you to finish your...â