Ji Mo's hand took off the hair clip that fixed her ball head.
A head of wavy hair scattered down, covering the smooth, white and round shoulders and collarbones.
Ji Mo looked at her, nodded and said: "... It's much better."
"You..." Qi Shaoqin pricked his head in order to look energetic.
Because she was squeezed by Qi Shuo these days, she was really depressed, which made great efforts in her hairstyle.
She carefully spent more than half an hour doing her hairstyle, which was lost by Ji Mo once or twice.
Her heart was angry: "you are sincere!"
"Hair is more suitable for you. It looks small and quiet." Ji Mo said insincerely.
Qi Shaoqin gritted his teeth: "you're bullshit! My face is small! And I'm quiet!"
"Well, you're right." Ji Mo's hand finally moved away from the door.
Qi Shaoqin couldn't wait to reach for the door and get off.
After the rain, city B was very refreshing. Qi Shaoqin felt that although it was a little windy, how powerful the wind energy was in spring.
The sick child is too delicate.
Ji Mo got out of the car very slowly. She didn't want to wait for him. She just looked around, but couldn't find the gate.
"Mr. Zhao's house is really big." I can't see the end at a glance. I only see the high fence surrounding the castle, but I don't even see where the gate is.
"Well, Mr. Zhao works in real estate, and the house naturally covers a larger area." Ji Mo agreed.
Qi Shaoqin remembered that Qi Tai once expanded Qi's house with spare money, which has expanded several times in recent years.
She suddenly wondered what the sick son's family was like. After all, he was so showy. His clothes and tea cups were so heroic. The house should not be bad.
Qi Shaoqin: "how big is your home in s country?"
When she asked this question, Ji Mo raised his eyes and looked at the castle in Zhao's hometown. He looked back at her and raised a shallow smile on his lips: "do you like big ones?"
"Of course! Big can reflect many things." if she lives by herself in the future, she must have enough space to meet her needs.
"Well, my home is very big." Ji Mo's answer made Qi Shaoqin turn his eyes silently: "how big?"
Can it be bigger than Zhao's home?
Ji Mo thought for a few seconds and replied, "if you count the part under expansion, it can still exceed the land occupation scale of Zhao's hometown in the future."
"Shit!" Qi Shaoqin was stunned. Wasn't he kidding?
Every inch of land and gold in s country, the house price is not generally expensive!
He actually said very easily that his family would be bigger than that of Zhao's family. What kind of heroic words is this.
But Ji Mo said so naturally and casually, as if there was no difficulty.
Is he really not bragging?
Even President Shen's house is not as magnificent as Zhao's home. He can't be more heroic than President Shen, can he?
"You won't engage in any improper business to make black money?" if not, where is such economic strength?
Hearing her think about him, Ji Mo couldn't help laughing: "do you think I have the energy to make money by engaging in those illegal businesses?"
Qi Shaoqin felt that there must be a secret about the sick child. "That's what you said, but how can you be more arrogant than President Shen? You're just a small shareholder of s Chamber of Commerce. Even if you take over J Consortium at a young age, J consortium can't be more powerful than s Chamber of Commerce!"