National School Prince Is A Girl

The pain in the lower abdomen persisted, but no matter who looked at it, he could not notice the change of Bo Jiu.

As Qin Mo said, people like Bo Jiu are the most difficult to understand.

At breakfast, a large fruit plate was placed on the table, most of which were pears.

Chen Xiaodong leaned over and secretly told her: "These were sent by Qin Shao from the hotel directly, saying that the young master was on fire, and eat more of this." He swore that he really didn't think much!However, what happened last night, the young master got angry?

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked at the fruit plate in front of him.

Pear properties are cool.

Women all know that the most unsuitable thing during the aunt's life was to eat this kind of fruit.

Bo Jiu came to this, and he dared not drink cold water, let alone eat pears.

But this time, Bo Jiu squeezed a piece with a smile and put it in his mouth: "Not bad, it's delicious, thank you Brother Mo."

Qin Mo took his gaze back from the teenager ’s face and put another soup on it. The curative effect of the soup was the same. All the effects were-lowering the fire to the haze!

Lily was put in the soup, Bo Jiu really didn't want to drink it, but with the cleverness of the Great God, it didn't seem that there was no reaction at the moment, and then no reaction.

So I made a full set of plays, Bo Jiu raised his head and drank cold soup.

Qin Mo stared at the young boy and finished drinking. He did not see the hesitation of Bo Jiu and raised his eyebrows: "Don't you like Lily?"

"I rarely eat." Bo Jiu pouted: "I'm picky."

Qin Mo nodded, his voice very weak: "Youth rebellion period."

Bo Jiu: ... What does this have to do with the period of youth rebellion?

After eating Sydney and drinking lily cold soup, the effect is that the eyes are much brighter, and I am not afraid of smog, but Bo Jiu, who has a small stomachache, does not want to move at all.

This is also the last thing that can be noticed by the great god. In addition, there is another physics class this morning. If the teacher fails to name, it may affect the results of this monthly exam.

After breakfast, Bo Jiu stood up, with one hand in his school uniform pocket, with a light smile, it seemed no different.

Qin Mo sent her to school, and also told the driver before leaving: "At noon, I will give the nine young masters a second fruit plate and cold soup."

"Yes." The driver nodded.

Bo Jiu listened next to it, and had already thought about giving away the lunch that God had given her. Those two things, she must not be able to touch them anymore, and now they are both in pain.

Before her lip color had completely turned pale, Bo Jiu pushed the car door down and waved at Qin Mo, waiting for the car behind him to disappear completely.

Bo Jiucai reached out and covered his stomach, and the silver hair hung down, blocking her beautiful eyes.

Because the action is done through the school uniform coat, many people think that the teenager is in stomach pain.

It's just that the teenager's back is still very handsome, and the way he carries a school bag on one shoulder still makes many girls want to join up and talk to Jiudian.

Yes, obviously.

Today, Bo Jiu's spirit is not very good. After entering the classroom, she buckled up her school uniform hat and lay on the last desk, only revealing her white and excessive face.

Several girls looked behind them.

"Is the Nine Hall sick?"

"Seems to be……"

That faint worry made the five or six boys who had long seen Bo Jiu's discomfort, looked at each other, and the hidden poison in the eyes ...