Jiang Zuo saw things clearly, and walked to Qin Mo's side: "Susu is also innocent, she will only believe what others say, and... those people are her friends after all. I believe that after this time, Han Feng will make her pay more attention a little."
"Yeah." Qin Mo seemed to have lost his mind, frowning as he looked up and down the boy who was not far away with his feet on a skateboard.
Jiang Zuo smiled: "That's it, let's take a taxi back, you..." As he spoke, he followed Qin Mo's gaze and looked over, somewhat jokingly: "You prince, go back a little more environmentally friendly, after all, there are people To pick."
"Let's go." Qin Mo thought it was a bit funny, and indeed no one came to pick him up with a skateboard. I guess this incident was enough for Jiang Zuo to laugh for a while.
After a day of irritability, it was finally something interesting. Jiang Zuo turned around with his mouth curled up, and looked back at the two of them. One was indifferent and cold, and the other was cool and handsome. They were all standing there in pure black coats. There was a circle of pure white fluff wrapped around the hood of the coat, while Qin Mo was wearing a British-style windbreaker, standing there like a demon.
The young man was walking towards Qin Mo. The two formed a stark contrast, yet they complemented each other handsomely.
Jiang Zuo remembered the last time he saw Fu Jiushi in the chaotic cafeteria of No. 1 Middle School. At that time, the boy kicked someone over, with a handsome face, and patted the face of a beautiful woman, as if to say: "Sister, how old are you?" Something, listen carefully, I can abuse you at any time, and, even if I like men, I won't like that Young Master Qin you mentioned, if he wants to come, I'll accompany him anytime."
Jiang Zuo still remembered that when Qin Mo heard such words, he just raised his eyes and glanced at the young man.
Who would have thought that these two people are now together, and they seem to have a good relationship...
Just like that, the nightclub was cleared.
Fu Jiu walked back with the skateboard between her legs, and saw that Qin Mo was the only one left, with an annoyed expression on his face: "The board seems to be broken, it crashed into a car."
Qin Mo always felt that the focus was on the latter part of this sentence, so he casually raised his eyebrows: "Whose car."
Fu Jiu praised with a full face: "A very domineering Land Rover with a very good license plate, 666."
Very good, it's his car, Qin Mo glanced at the young man clearly.
Fu Jiu rubbed the bridge of his nose: "The strength was a little too strong, but luckily the impact wasn't too severe." After speaking, he smiled, "The paint came off a little, so Brother Mo has to be responsible for buying me a board."
This guy, Qin Mo smiled: "I can buy you boards, how about doing some calculations about the car paint before buying boards?"
The spray paint of a limited-edition Land Rover... Fu Jiu didn't want to think about the price, so she said decisively, "Brother Mo, let's go our own way, it's convenient, let's go, let's go get some skewers first."
"Heh." Qin Mo pursed his lips and flicked the skateboard held by the young man with his fingers: "Are you planning to use such a broken board to take me to eat meat?"
Fu Jiu smiled slightly: "This board is big."
"That can't hold two big men." Qin Mo said, just about to smoke, he saw that the corner of the left eye of the young man was still a little red, folded the cigarette, and flicked it into the trash can next to him: "Open to my car."
Fu Jiu pointed to herself: "Not old enough."
One drunk driving, one under eighteen, driving a Land Rover on the road?
Although Fu Jiu's car skills are good, forget it.
"There's one nearby." Fu Jiu said with a smile, "Brother Mo, don't underestimate the power of my skateboard. I've modified it, so it's no problem to take it with you. Just stand behind me and put your hands on my shoulders."