National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo lowered his eyes, his eyelashes shot quietly, his profile was so beautiful that he was suffocating, Bo Jiu raised his head, a very beautiful picture.

However, Bo Jiu felt that the Great God was closer to himself, as if even his breath rose.

It seems that even breathing is entangled with each other.

Is it her illusion?

Bo Jiu turned his head a little bit, and was puzzled: "Brother Mo?"

The sudden voice interrupted all the ripples between the two.

Qin Mo, like who pressed the pause button, suddenly stopped his movements.

The lips of the two were only three centimeters apart.

When the breath was blowing, Qin Mo suddenly woke up, and even the eyes were shaking a little.

Never before.

Is he crazy?

It must be crazy!

Qin Mo withdrew, strode toward the outside of the room, and even walked with wind.

Bo Jiu didn't understand?

How do you feel that the breath of God has changed?

And he went out?

why?

Bo Jiu wanted to open her eyes, but she was still obscured by eye ointment, so that she couldn't even see Qin Mo's final expression.

what's the situation?

Bo Jiu didn't understand. He stood up and walked into the bathroom with a few steps with the sense of orientation accumulated over the years.

In short, if you want to wash off the ointment on your eyes, let's say it is unhygienic if you use your hands.

Then go out to find the great god ...

At this time, Qin Mo only wore a pure white shirt, underneath black trousers, without a coat, and looked very young.

In fact, Qin Mo did not go far. After leaving the room, the eyes gradually stabilized and leaned directly on the wall outside the room.

Sexy and beautiful thin lips couldn't help but spit out a word: "Fuck."

He wanted to smoke, but he knew he couldn't smoke here.

Simply pulling off his collar, with his words, it always gives people the feeling of being handsome and hooligan.

In Qin Mo, there are always two complex characteristics.

It's just that for so many years, nothing has allowed him to release the other side.

However, compared with the suit pen in the company, he seems to be more suitable for the present, night, luxury, and no convergence.

Only when this is the case will people feel that he is also a son.

And there is still a red root seedling.

The majesty of his body is nothing less than that, especially the face of Qin Mo. In this way, it will always be particularly attractive.

The people in the compound have said that this is obviously a master in a thousand flowers.

But no one could figure out what he was thinking.

There are beautiful women passing by, seeing Qin Mo leaning against the wall.

I want to talk up.

The beauty smiled sweetly and came to the hotel with friends.

Because it is the best hotel, there will also be entertainment venues inside the hotel.

Rich people always bring people into the room after they are tired of playing.

Qin Mo watched a lot of such things.

So when one of those beauties came over, he didn't think it was so strange.

But, obviously, the beauty overestimated her charm and gently smiled: "Handsome, do you want to go down and play together?"

Qin Mo ignored her, and his face was filled with the indifference that no one would enter.

The beauty will not give up, so it is easy to see such a handsome: "Why don't you talk? Ah? Are you not from Tokyo? Is that Korean? Or Huaxia?"