National School Prince Is A Girl

On the top floor of the Qin Group, in the large office, Secretary Liang clearly saw his president's WeChat finger suddenly pause.

That indifferent complexion ... seems to be starting to get worse?

What ... what happened?

Secretary Liang subconsciously thought of online dating ...

Qin Mo was still looking at the WeChat, and raised his eyebrows: "Qin's is not a place where you casually spur people." The hand that used the words used force, and even his eyes were cold: "Do you understand?"

Bo Jiu looked at the jargon that came back, holding a lollipop, and returned to the cool sentence: "Relax, God, no one here is more handsome than you. I really want to spur people and stun you, but you are a big fish."

Big fish?

Who likes to be described by such adjectives?

Is this guy's language taught by a biology teacher?

Qin Mo's fingers squeezed hard, and a cold cold light flashed in his eyes.

Secretary Liang stood beside him, only to feel that his president's eyes looking at the mobile phone were as if he was looking at a dying thing that was about to die, making him a bystander trembling from the bottom of his heart.

How did the people over WeChat mess with the president?

Apparently, the president's mood was good this morning, why did he just... cold back?

Qin Mo pushed the door of the conference room with one hand, pressed the phone screen to send the last WeChat, and then raised his head. A pair of deep water eyes looked straight at Secretary Liang with a cold voice: "You go now Give the team the next notice. In the future, whoever is in the company will be paid off."

"Ah? Yes!"

After Secretary Liang had finished, he felt that the notice was a bit inexplicable.

Sultry?

The team is training their skills in the game. In order to prepare for the city battle in the near future, everyone has been in the company for several days. Who will be emotional?

Let's talk about a group of big and small guys.

Even if you want to seduce, at least there must be a woman?

At this time, Bo Jiu was still sitting on the cold bench, watching the news from Qin Dashen, his mouth raised, and his fingers pressed quickly: "You have a meeting first, I have no problem here, I should be able to pass."

This kind of trivial game will not trouble the great god, but the great god she used to earn money, can not be brought out casually.

Although the great god just said that after the meeting, he came to see her.

However, Bo Jiu still feels that the small game can be played just by playing.

What's more, the big broker Feng always wanted to dig her?

I can't let her.

Also knowing that the other party had no time to return to her WeChat, Bo Jiu put away her mobile phone and waited quietly for the call.

The boy next to him had a red face: "I, I don't have eyebrows, my eyebrows are clear, very, very ordinary."

"It looks good when you take off your glasses." Bo Jiu looked over her face, her silver hair shining: "You are here."

The boy was a bit shy: "Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome." Bo Jiu reached out and put those parts in the bag.

The boy asked again, "You, which district are you?"

"Hero? Zone C." Bo Jiu grabbed a lollipop and leaned back casually, obviously in the corner, but as if glowing.

"Area C !?" The boy suddenly opened his eyes wide and mysteriously lowered his voice: "Then, the black in Area C, Spades Z, do you know?"

Words for readers: Seventh, and two more. After the writing, the princess will come back again, at one in the morning ...