The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Seeing that Duanmuzhe's face had turned black into a lump of carbon, Chu Jin asked, "But you have only known each other for two days, are you sure you like him? Do you know him?"

"Anyway, I just like him, Brother Jin, you don't know, when he smiled at me, at that moment I felt that the world stood still..." Before Mo Qingyi could finish his sentence, Duanmu who was sitting on the sofa Zhe threw the silver lighter in his hand onto the tea table with a 'snap', then got up and strode out the door.

"Xiao Zhe, why are you leaving? Stay and have dinner together." Mrs. Mo came out of the kitchen and said.

"No, Auntie," Duanmuzhe turned around, and politely said to Mrs. Mo, "Suddenly remembered that there is still something to do at home." After speaking, he turned and left.

Mrs. Mo immediately turned her eyes to Mo Qingyi, "Are you making Xiao Zhe angry again?" She was in the kitchen just now, and she didn't know Mo Qingyi's earth-shattering words.

Mo Qingyi was also confused, "Who knows that he just made a face in the car, for no reason..."

There was still a fish steaming in the pot, Mrs. Mo was not talking, and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.

Chu Jin looked sideways, and asked in a low voice, "Did you mention your male god in the car just now?"

"Yes," Mo Qingyi nodded, and then looked at Chu Jin very strangely, "Brother Jin, how did you know?"

Chu Jin slightly raised his eyebrows, and said jokingly, "Maybe Duanmu is jealous?"

Mo Qingyi glanced at her, "Are you kidding me, he and I are best buddies!"

Chu Jin smiled, but said nothing.

Mo Qingyi is heartless and obsessed with the authorities, but she, a bystander, can see clearly. If Duanmuzhe really regarded Mo Qingyi as a good brother, he would have changed his reaction just now.

However, feelings are a matter between two people, and it is not easy for others to intervene. Since Duanmuzhe herself has not opened her mouth to pierce the window paper, it is even more difficult for her to say anything.

"Brother Jin, I might really fall into it this time. As long as I close my eyes now, my mind will be filled with the smiling face of my male god," Mo Qingyi hugged Chu Jin's arm and leaned his head against hers. Over his shoulder, he looked at the ceiling with a smile on his face, his gaze was hot and affectionate.

It looks like a young girl Huaichun.

"By the way!" Mo Qingyi straightened up abruptly, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "I even took a picture of my male god, let me show you whether he is handsome or not?"

From the shooting angle of the photo, it is obvious that it was taken secretly. The boy was standing in the crowd wearing a neat school uniform.

It's no wonder that it made Mo Qingyi's heart secretly agree.

"How is it? Brother Jin," Mo Qingyi looked at Chu Jin expectantly, "Isn't he handsome?"

Looking at the photo, Chu Jin nodded slightly, and said very pertinently, "He looks really handsome..."

A deep and magnetic voice came from above his head, "What are you looking at?"

A little cold, but still a little familiar, Chu Jin's voice stopped abruptly, and he raised his eyes slightly, and fell into a pair of deep phoenix eyes.

Mo Qingyi had always been afraid of this brother, so he hurriedly stuffed his phone into his pocket, "No, it's nothing, I'll go to the kitchen and see if Mom can help me with anything." After speaking, he left the living room as if fleeing.

"I'll go with you." Chu Jin always felt that since the college entrance examination, Mr. Mo's eyes had changed when he looked at her. It was darker and darker, and he couldn't tell what it meant.

As soon as Chu Jin got up, he grabbed his wrist.

With a light pull, she sat on the man's slender and powerful legs.

Self-control, calmness, all became vulnerable in front of her.

Sensing the strangeness of this person, Chu Jin looked at Mo Zhixuan in disbelief, it was really...duplicity!

Chu Jin wanted to push him away, but as soon as his feet touched the carpet, he pulled her back again, with one arm around her waist and a cigarette in the other, and the thin cool lip line curved, "Why are you running?" Sit down, I have something to ask you."

Chu Jin didn't struggle at all, and reached out to touch Mr. Mo's forehead, his eyelashes trembling slightly, "Have a fever?"

"Is he handsome?" Mo Zhixuan's hands tightened subconsciously, and his slightly deep voice showed the master's displeasure.

Any man will feel uncomfortable when he hears his fiancee say that other men are handsome, even Mo Zhixuan is not immune.

How could his little girl think about men other than him.

"..." After a moment of stupefaction, Chu Jin realized that Mr. Mo must have seen the photo, "Youth is capital."