National School Prince Is A Girl

It was only after dark that a game of tennis played.

Qin Mo is really busy. As the president of the group, he also serves as the captain of Dimeng. The telephone always comes one or two from time to time.

Bo Jiu took advantage of God's lack of control, advanced into the dressing room, quickly changed his clothes, and then put one hand in his trouser pocket. He smiled at the man who was still talking on the phone and gestured a gesture that I would go out first.

Qin Mo originally didn't want Bo Jiu to go out first, thinking about this guy's provocative skills, and if he didn't look around, he would cause trouble for him.

But he thought about it again. The teenager is now in a period of youth rebellion, and he can't control it too strictly, so he nodded, but his eyes were still full of warnings, which meant that he should be honest.

The people over the phone did not yet know why their president was so quiet, and thought that there was something wrong with his report, shaking and startled, "Mr Qin?"

"You continue." Qin Mo put the racket down and walked steadily into the dressing room, holding the phone in one hand, biting his teeth on the zipper of the jersey, and putting the other hand hard, the posture of taking off his clothes was cruel and transparent Handsome.

Bo Jiu glanced back at the smooth lines that were enough to make women crazy and jealous of men, and put his eyes on himself.

In the future, she should not make any remarks to compare with the Great God.

It always feels a bit dangerous ...

The three people took the same car, still according to the previous position.

Only this time, both the driver and Xue Yaoyao's acceptance ability is much stronger than just now.

"Send Miss Xue home first."

"Yes."

The driver is very steady.

But Xue Yaoyao's family is a little difficult to enter.

It was an old community next to a vegetable market, and there were bicycles back and forth.

Not to mention Qin Mo, even drivers rarely come to such places.

Xue Yaoyao was sensible and did not allow them to open to the very inner position: "Just come here, my house is not far away, I will walk over the rest, thank Qin Shen, thank Jiudian."

Bo Jiu saw her get out of the car and walked with her.

"Really not far?"

"Ok."

Xue Yaoyao nodded, and his rounded face was actually very cute: "Now you can rest assured, I will practice the skills you gave me today when I return home."

"Well, just do whatever you want." Bo Jiu smiled, watching her a little nervous all day, reaching for her brain: "I can't lose with my captain."

Xue Yaoyao clutched his forehead for a moment, and also laughed. The nine halls were really gentle ...

Both of them were wearing school uniforms. Bo Jiu itself was very eye-catching. Coupled with such a movement, the people coming and going couldn't help but looked back.

The breath of youth is very strong, especially in such a scene of life.

Qin Mo was still sitting in the back seat, the window shook down, and the dark eyes were like a cool night, the emotions were all drowned in it, and the hand holding the business tablet was stagned heavily, like What are you holding back ...

This time he didn't get off the bus, but waited until the teenager got on the bus, and slowly sorted out his sleeves: "Today's dinner was cancelled and I went straight to my home."

driver:……

Back home?

But there are others in the car!

Did the master forget to send the nine masters home?

Bo Jiu also felt a little stunned and raised his eyebrows, "What about me?"

Qin Mo smiled a little, not very pleasantly. His right hand with black gloves gently patted the young man's cheek. The breath was like a north wind blowing in winter, and it was cold in his bones.

"Go back with me."