National School Prince Is A Girl

"Qin, President Qin." The waiter looked at the face of the person carefully, and the voice was low, almost inaudible.

Qin Mo looked at the two people in front of him, with their straight backs, like Cangshan pine and cypress, which made people feel no temperature.

Those eyes are even more dangerous to squint, as cold as a deep-water ancient pool.

The waiter is still trying to say something,

I saw the noble man in front of me, pacing towards the window, and then pulling the back collar of the silver-haired boy hard!

Boom!

Bo Jiu was unprepared. When she turned around, almost her entire face was buried in Qin Mo's chest. The cool mint fragrance caught in the suit's hardness spread into her nasal cavity.

You do n’t have to guess, it ’s Qin Dashen, and this talent will like to pull her back collar.

Bo Jiu looked up and saw that he was looking down at her with low eyes. Those eyes were like deep ancient wells, indifferent and noble.

"Your claws are for playing books, not for men." Qin Mo squeezed Bo Jiu's back, and there was a sexy bewitching voice in his voice: "Let me see you start with anyone, I knocked off both hands, and I was relieved. "

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "No, we are in the league, and Qin Dashen, you care about me so much, isn't it ..." She said slowly while she smiled, and she leaned over and fell to his ears, slowly and reasonably Said: "Are you jealous?"

Every man ’s ear is untouchable.

Even if Qin Mo is abstinent again, he is a normal man.

The most unbearable thing is to be blown out like this.

Looking at that tickling face, the boy's unique smooth and tender face, with a youthful candy atmosphere, obviously a very pleasing face, but every time he wanted him to pinch to death.

Bo Jiu smiled and moved closer: "Did I guess it?"

When staggered, his face slipped past his face, watching the light-colored lips stick to his ears.

"Bo! Nine!" Qin Mo pulled again, and threw the person directly back to the seat. The domineering look was cold and ruthless, and his thin lips squeezed into a straight line, his fists clenched tightly. The voice was extremely cold: "Don't be far away from me when I speak. I'm not bent. I won't eat your vinegar. Sit in your hot pot."

Bo Jiu touched his nose: "I'm really angry? Did you find me after the meeting and found that I was not there, so I was angry? Then you can't blame me, your manager is really too serious, just me This grumpy, do you say I can bear it? Did n’t beat him, it ’s all on your site. ”

"I have to thank you for saying that?" Qin Mo's voice was colder.

Feng Shang was dumbfounded at the side. After all, he had seen Qin Shao a few times, and he had never seen anyone like him before.

And it doesn't seem like he really wants to deal with his idol, but his eyes really do want to break his idol's neck.

But ... what did his idol just do ... actually ... almost kiss Qin Shao's ear!?

He, is he looking for death?

As an idol ’s new comrade-in-arms, he had to speak for the idol, otherwise Qin Shaozhen could really block him!

"Qin, Qin Shao, this, this thing is really not to blame Jiujiu, then, manager Li obviously sees him as unpleasant, only to let Jiujiu get away."

After hearing this, Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at Bo Jiu with a smile. His eyes were not too warm: "Jiu Jiu? Oh, Jiu Ye, did you change your name again? Don't people call you Jiu Ye?" , Ninety-nine ... "