National School Prince Is A Girl

the next day.

The sky is not yet bright.

Bo Jiu stood in the bathroom and started to check what was wrong with her.

After yesterday, she became more vigilant.

The door must be locked.

Looking at the mirror, she wrapped the bandage and put on a sweater and jacket.

After washing the hair, it will look more fluffy.

When you open the door, you can see the quietest sleeping face of the Great God.

That way, when you put your hands on your chest and see the lashes, you can see a circle of shadows, much like a mixed-blood nobleman.

Who the hell looks like, the gene is so good.

No matter, it's the right thing to take the phone and meow for a few moments while the God is sleeping.

Yesterday, the baby's WeChat has not been answered yet.

I just didn't expect that the phone was just handed, but what was displayed on the screen was not the emergency call of the baby.

It was his brother, Feng Da.

Feng Da's agent is very direct: "Z, go to Weibo, send photos, don't learn from General Qin, that guy's Weibo is all grassy."

Bo Jiu thought for a while and then replied: "I don't like to post on Weibo, but I can post for the great god, how?"

Agent Feng is still at the domestic airport and is planning to board a plane to fly to Tokyo.

After dealing with Jiangcheng's affairs, of course, I have to go to Tokyo. This friendly game is said to be a friendly game, but once the country is defeated, the meaning completely changes.

If they lose here.

What is the face to see the national competition?

Broker Feng was originally thinking about this only, but now when he looks at WeChat, he immediately simmers: "For Qin? Are you sure?"

"Ok, I have the password of the Great God before. Isn't it just a password with the game?" Bo Jiu lazily lay back on the bed, holding a lollipop in his mouth, and holding a mobile phone in his hand, before he felt alive Then, interest followed.

Feng Da's agent thought for a while. With the indulgence of General Qin's spades, the clockwork microblog should be nothing, so he decisively agreed: "Then you send it with a photo!"

Bo Jiuqing smiled back and said, "No problem."

Bring photos, but also the skills of taking photos.

The Great God should not like to show his head, but it is a pity that Qin Fan can't enjoy the benefits of such a prosperous face.

Therefore, after Bo Jiu deliberately got out of bed, he leaned over and shot from the right to the left, just using the light that penetrated in the morning, and confused Qin Mo's beautiful side face, leaving only a single one to watch, You can think of how handsome the people in the photos are.

Of course, there is that handsome and noble sleeping position.

Such a great god is too clean.

It was like being merged with Chen Xi.

Bo Jiu originally smiled and saw a moment of stagnation after seeing the photos he took.

No need to ask.

She is almost certain.

The great god is the man of the year.

Because of this chin curve, the height coincides with the memory of three years ago.

I couldn't see my face clearly, and I once asked who this person was.

There was an answer at once.

However, Bo Jiu only paused for a while.

Since it was already connected yesterday, there is no need to be entangled.

And one thing is that she recognized the great god.

The great god did not recognize her ... this is good.

With a happy mood, Bo Jiu opened the official Weibo client and only edited the four words "Early morning, sleeping face." Even with the photo, I sent it together ...