National School Prince Is A Girl

Mainly after saying this sentence, President Qin hasn't meant to converge yet.

Immediately followed by another sentence: "How many did you take last time?"

Bo Jiu fingered, really did not want to answer this question, this is simply a crit for her.

She almost doubted whether the Great God intended to say so.

With the dark temperament of the Great God, it is very possible.

Such a man really can't reply to his WeChat.

Bo Jiu decisively put the phone on the desk.

After a while, it shook again: "There are more than 50 people in your class, can you always get the top 40?"

Bo Jiu still did not speak, confirming that the Great God was definitely intentional!

"First forty-five?"

Bo Jiu's handsome face fell again.

Probably it was almost the same, and the man slowly sent out a language: "Don't tell me, you are in the last three."

It is better to admit that the gods have been sharpened one by one ... Bo Jiu slightly sent the past two words with depression: "Pour one."

"Oh?" Qin Mo's magnificent tail ended with an obvious smile: "It turns out this way."

Bo Jiu:… otherwise, how can it be, God, you ask so much, it is not that I have long established that I am a scumbag.

At eleven five, in a five-star hotel, the table is filled with dishes. This is a bit early for ordinary people to eat, but it is not early for business.

Taking advantage of the time of serving, chatting with teenagers will surely increase your appetite.

Qin Mo looked at the ellipsis on the screen, and it seemed that the boy's depressed appearance appeared again, and the corner of his mouth could not help ticking.

Secretary Liang stood next to them and watched the sudden smile of their family president.

When socializing, when did President Qin laugh?

Moreover, President Qin does n’t have the habit of taking a mobile phone ... secretly nodded and found Bo Jiu on the screen ... At this moment, Secretary Liang ’s heart is complicated!Complicated with misery!

The person who came to discuss business was also a family, but he was a teenager older than Qin Mo. When he saw him, he smiled and raised his eyebrows.

When the project was almost finalized, Qin Mo asked faintly: "I heard that Mr. Xiao also has a younger brother in high school."

President Xiao was taken aback for a moment, and it seemed that Qin Shaohui in the three provinces of Quanqing would like to talk about such private affairs, and smiled and said, "There is a younger brother."

"How is he studying?" Qin Mo took a sip of red wine, his godlike face, without the slightest waves, like chatting.

President Xiao laughed bitterly: "To be honest, it's not very good. I'm going to hold a parent meeting for him tomorrow."

"Parent meeting ..." Qin Mo repeated these three words, deep with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.

President Xiao continued: "But this does not blame him. The high school textbooks I don't even understand now. Those questions are too difficult to do. It's not that I'm planning to find a private teacher to make up for him."

Qin Mo did not reply.

President Xiao thought he was unhappy, and he knew how to stop it: "Look at me, as soon as I talk about my younger brother, there will be more talk."

"It's nothing. I also have a younger brother who understands that feeling." Qin Mo's expression was still very light, and he was dressed in a noble and luxurious suit.

What he said made Secretary Liang almost sip out the red wine. Mr. Qin and Mr. Xiao's family are brothers. You are not really a kiss!

So, what exactly do you understand?