National School Prince Is A Girl

Feng Yi no longer believes in evil, and keeps sending according to adding friends.

As a result, as soon as the game copy was finished, he was kicked after the equipment was divided ... he was kicked!

Bo Jiu has had a habit of playing games before, that is, never add friends.

Even adding Qin Dashen was an accident.

How could one more person come in.

Of course it was rejected.

Now her attention was all on the money she earned.

The number on the bank card skyrocketed, which made her feel unhappy. Sure enough, it was different to play Boss with the gods. The person is handsome and the appearance fee is so high.

Counting the first two games, there are already 60,000 yuan, enough for her to buy computer parts.

Even if you throw away the lobster money owed today, there are nearly 40,000 small.

Bo Jiuyi bit the lollipop and sent four words to Qin Dashen: "Stop work and sleep."

"Before going to bed, let's do some calculations ..." Qin Mo tapped the keyboard slowly and slowly: "The money you make by taking orders today."

Bo Jiu meal!

The lollipop is off!

Why does the Great God even calculate money with her?

It's not like she just threw three 99999 local tyrants to her as soon as she went online.

"I thought the great god would regard money as dung." Bo Jiu flicked his silver hair, and the silver he got flew away. The feeling was still not very beautiful.

Qin Mo slowly replied: "It seems that you have a fundamental cognitive error with me. I am a businessman and do something unprofitable. Who does it?"

Capitalist like a vampire.

Bo Jiu quickly set a definition for the other party. After thinking about it, he would have to run with the gods for a long time. It is also good to establish a long-term cooperative relationship.

"Half?" Qin Mo seemed to smile instead of smile: "Who said it should be divided into half? I am nine and you are one."

Bo Jiu looked at the extremely unbalanced dividend ratio at the end and couldn't help saying: "Great God, don't you think it's shameless to divide the money like this?"

"I don't think so." Qin Mo's voice was faint, and he asked Bo Jiu three questions in a row: "Who is the name of the order? Who is the person who comes to the onlookers? The final price is so high because of who ? "

Bo Jiu: ...

"It's all me." Qin Mo took a breath, and then knocked over a line of words: "So you and me are the fairest."

In the face of such a man who must be reported, Bo Jiu can say something, open WeChat and transfer a large part of the money in the past, with the condition: "Continue to accompany the bills in the future!"

When playing money, Bo Jiu told herself that she was fishing for a long line.

The Great God would have earned 60,000 in one fight.

The next time the ad opens, it will definitely earn more.

Just invest.

But still feel the meat hurts.

It was originally a five-digit net profit, and in just one sentence, it shrank to four digits.

Bo Jiu bite the lollipop depressively. This man is a little cute except when he is being prodded.

Just after Bo Jiu finished the money here, Qin Mo received the crying call from the agent: "General Qin, that Spade Z turned me down, he turned me down!"

After listening to the general meaning of that, Qin Mo spread his mobile phone deeply and saw a transfer WeChat, more than 30,000 yuan.

It is estimated that the guy was very reluctant when transferring money.

It's just like when he was asked to pay the bill at the hotel today.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo's mouth passed a slight smile that he didn't even notice ...