National School Prince Is A Girl

"Attack?" Qin Mo smiled with a raised eyebrow, and said indifferently: "Whether you wear it or not, it's almost equal to that. The face is so beautiful, it's too much to take off, don't think about it."

Lin Feng: ... 10,000 points crit!

Bo Jiu couldn't help but smile there.

Lin Feng felt that this situation was not suitable for him to stay here.

Yunhu stood behind him, dragging two plates and saying: "The whole team has photos of you taking off your shirt. Are you sorry to say you are attacking?"

Bo Jiu came to Xingzhi: "Where am I also looking?"

Lin Feng dragged Yunhu over and took it very seriously: "Little Spade, I have something to talk with your brother Yunhu. You and the captain continue to eat."

How could he force Yunhu to pull?

Yunhu can knock him down with one hand, but Yunhu also likes to tease him, letting anyone pull himself away.

Bo Jiu looked at the tray that was left with meat, and his eyes were all bright.

The helpless Great God moved faster than her, the fork moved, and her voice was very quiet: "I am here to help you eliminate such a sinful thing. I want to see photos of people who do n’t wear shirts. different."

"Actually, I only want to see Brother Mo." Bo Jiu took a tick at the corner of his mouth and blinked his left eye: "So Brother Mo can take the phone over and let me take another look."

Qin Mo was unimpressed: "My eyes are red, and I want to take my mobile phone. I want to see it so I can take it back to the room and show it to you."

Bo Jiu paused slowly. The God was so cunning that it was really difficult to deal with.

And I don't know if it is the reason why she is often stunned, and now she will be more and more guarded.

Bo Jiu is still depressed.

Cloud Tiger Lin Feng over there also came with other team members.

Because there is still a training camp on the last day today, everyone is wearing a very handsome uniform.

This has attracted the attention of many diners.

I can hear everyone talking in Tokyo: "Is it an e-sports player?"

"It seems that every one looks imposing."

"Unfortunately, it's not ours in Tokyo. There is a handsome boy over there, like a cartoon character."

E-sports is very popular in Tokyo.

Even the great old man with Lin Feng felt that he was onlookers.

However, Secretary Liang today is really not in the mood to replace the Feng Da agent and lead the Dimeng team to do training again.

He was standing at the dining entrance of the hotel restaurant, and his tangled expression was nothing like that of the handsome and handsome presidential assistant.

Who told him what is happening now!

Their president!

Mr. Qin, who was so cold that he could freeze to death, no one dared to take a picture in Jiangcheng.

The picture is still two people, too handsome.

But Secretary Liang couldn't really appreciate the handsome guy. First, he called an international long distance call to someone he knew, and finally suppressed the heat on Weibo.

result!

Mrs. called him!

At this time, call him ...

It's strange that the big broker Feng is not entangled!

The waiter next to him couldn't see it, and walked forward very politely: "Sir, do you need any help?"

At first, the waiter spoke Tokyo, but Secretary Liang was still frowning, and repeated it in English.

Secretary Liang realized that there were still people around, and immediately Wen Run smiled: "Thank you, no, it's the phone."

With that, Secretary Liang paced and walked towards a quiet place.

Then, took a deep breath and pressed the on button ...