National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo heard that one side of his lips slipped over the wet hair of the teenager. His fingers stiffened a little, his lips tickled a little, and his voice cooled down: "Take a towel and wipe it yourself." "

After finishing this sentence, he took the commercial tablet back into his hand, plugged in the headset, and had a cold expression looking to continue the meeting.

Bo Jiu rubbed his hair and didn't quite understand what happened to her brother.

Emotions are inexplicable.

She hasn't opened her mouth yet.

But seeing the meeting of the gods, Bo Jiu didn't bother. He just put a towel on his head and didn't mean to take it down. He took a lollipop and held it in his mouth.

It was only a minute after that, Bo Jiu thought that the great god had forgotten her long before the meeting.

Who knew that a man sitting next to him took off the towel on her head, and her thick eyebrows were all wrinkled: "Are you afraid of catching a cold?"

Bo Jiu smiled: "It turns out that Mo brother is caring about me."

"When your classmate's face, I won't kick you out, I have time to read more books." Qin Mo's ears still have black ear buckles, and his expression slightly lifted his eyelids, seemingly smiling and thin. Lips: "At least don't count down to the bottom."

Bo Jiu: ...

Speaking of the achievements, Bo Jiu settled down, holding a lollipop all the way, without saying a word, and even did not make a move to lift Qin Mo's hair.

For this, President Qin Da was very satisfied, and even asked the driver to stop the car and buy him and his classmates some drinks.

After all, it is the younger brother he recognized, and the troubles of the disorder are slowly corrected, and it is necessary to give the younger brother a little face in front of outsiders.

This is the most intuitive idea of ​​President Qin Da.

Especially when he looked down at the teenager with his head blowing the hot air in the cup, and the white mist rushed up with the silver broken hair, he felt more and more correct.

Just like the cat he keeps, if he feeds, he will be better.

Qin Mo folded his legs and spread out the business magazine. He unconsciously rubbed the young man's head with his left hand and bent with thin lips. He was in a good mood.

After Bo Jiu touched his head, he turned his head to look at the Great God, turned around, and continued to drink his own things. It was really comfortable to drink a little warm on rainy days.

Xue Yaoyao held the hot caramel macchiato in her hand and knew very well that she was exposed to the light of the Nine Temples, but she really didn't expect that the relationship between the Nine Temples and Qin God would be so good.

Although she also saw Qin Shen's car on the 9th Temple last time, but few people knew the reason for getting on the train, because she still guessed whether Qin Shen was going to teach 9th Temple a lesson.

After all, those practices in the Nine Temple were too ... cough, Qin Shen probably couldn't bear him.

Moreover, all the people in the school are saying that the Nine Temples are curved and have a crush on Qin God.

But she sees the two people get along, Jiu Dian is not a very active party, but ... Qin Shen is very good for Jiu Dian ...

No, she should n’t think that way!

Xue Yaoyao shook his head, Qin Shen and Jiu Dian should be just the friendship before the man.

The driver looked at this scene, slipped his finger, and the coffee that was originally given to their young master collapsed out of the car.

Qin Mo glanced towards this side.

The driver immediately said: "Master, I'll buy another one!"

"No." Qin Mo combined the business magazines, and his profile was still noble and handsome: "I have the same drink with him."