Soil buns?
Hearing Zhao Ming's words, Qin Luo's mouth twitched wildly.
As the world's top academic bully, Qin Luo believes that he is leading the world academically and at the forefront of fashion circles.
But at this moment, someone called him a soil bun, which made Qin Luo very angry.
What are you doing here?
I am wearing an Armani handmade suit!
Qin Luo's face was dark, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a faint sneer.
"Who is the soil bun scolding?" Qin Luo asked coldly.
"The soil bun is scolding you!"
"Papa Papa~"
Hearing Zhao Ming's words, Qin Luo almost didn't laugh, he couldn't help but applaud Zhao Ming!
In this quiet room, the applause was particularly harsh, and everyone looked at Qin Luo blankly, with bursts of spirit shining in their eyes.
They didn't understand why Qin Luo would applaud for no reason!
Shouldn't he be furious? Why did he applaud Zhao Ming instead.
Is there something wrong with this script?
Zhao Ming rubbed his eyes and stared at Qin Luo in disbelief, he could hardly believe his ears.
He knew that Qin Luo was a counselor, but he didn't expect Qin Luo to be such a counselor.
After a brief surprise, the shock in Zhao Ming's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a face of disdain.
What is the use of studying well?
"Counsel!" Zhao Ming said disdainfully.
Counsel?
Sorry, you read less, you may not understand what I mean!
Qin Luo smiled slightly: "Don't answer in a hurry, you first taste what I mean, taste, fine taste..."
Fine product?
Hearing Qin Luo's words, Zhao Ming fell into deep thought.
"The soil buns are talking about Qin Luo!"
Zhao Ming "???"
In a daze, he suddenly realized something.
The soil bun was scolding Qin Luo, and he was scolding Qin Luo.
Isn't he just cursing himself?
Thinking of this, Zhao Ming almost went crazy.
Zhao Ming's face instantly became gloomy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. At this moment, the disdain on his face disappeared, replaced by a face of resentment.
He can't wait to frustrate Qin Luo!
"Qin Luo, you are playing with fire!" Zhao Ming snapped.
Playing with fire?
Forgive Qin Luo for not reading, he really didn't understand what Zhao Ming meant.
"Sorry, you are not worthy!" Qin Luo smiled.
Not worthy?
In a word, Zhao Ming was completely angry.
Thinking of the heir to his dignified Zhao enterprise, he is worth billions, so why is he unworthy.
"Qin Luo, believe it or not, I will keep you from getting out of Vienna!"
Wtf?
Qin Luo was a little dazed.
He didn't understand what Zhao Ming meant.
"What do you mean?" Qin Luo asked in a deep voice.
"It doesn't mean anything? Qin Luo, I'm not afraid to tell you, I'll give you two ways now, either I will apologize now, or don't want to leave Austria safely!" Zhao Ming said with an arrogant expression.
Arrogant?
No matter what others think, Qin Luo feels very arrogant anyway.
You know, since he got the system, he has never seen such an arrogant person!
Qin Luo did not answer directly, but pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.
"Do you know Bloomington?"
"Which green onion is he? Young Master Ben needs to know him?" Zhao Ming said disdainfully.
Bloomington, he doesn't even know where this little crouch came from, he doesn't need to remember the name of this little character.