National School Prince Is A Girl

Clever as Bo Jiu soon realized what.

There was a chuckle in my heart.

Only two words are finished.

Looking back, the eyes met the god's eyes.

Those eyes were slightly cold, but more cold than cold, and something that Bo Jiu could not see.

She didn't know how long the Great God had come.

Just looking at her with a trouser pocket and looking cold and expensive, she definitely heard the conversation between her and her mother.

This situation ... is really embarrassing.

After all, no friend is willing to be a guest.

I heard her mother asking her son if he liked the man.

This gender does not match.

Not to mention that the God is so straight.

Shouldn't accept such a joke.

But this is not important.

The point is that if the great god didn't listen, her sentence "don't like" is too hurtful.

Bo Jiu worried about what the great god would misunderstand and explained: "Mo brother, my mother is talking about that kind of love, not between friends. Don't misunderstand, I am proving that I have no undivided thoughts about you."

"Is it."

Qin Mo couldn't hear the anger in his voice.

The usual coldness and majesty are like the clear grass and trees in the haze.

Bo Jiu nodded and added a sentence in order to prove that what he said was true: "Of course, if it is between friends, how can I say that I don't like it."

Qin Mo smiled a little, but his eyes were not too warm, but the less obvious feeling was too deep.

In order not to make He Honghua too embarrassed, he reached out and dragged the teenager over: "Since nothing is here for you, go out and give me away."

"Are you going?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows and stopped drinking tea?

Qin Mo's handsome face is expensive: "There will be another meeting tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Bo Jiu also felt that this situation is not suitable for further discussion. It would be better to say a little bit later when I had awkward sleep and forget it.

Qin Mo is indeed a good tutor. Even when he left, he never forgot to say hello to He Honghua.

From Bojia Villa to the gate.

The two people did not speak along the way.

It was only when Qin Mo was sitting in the car that he could see the silver-haired boy standing outside the window, his eyes faintly chilling.

The pure black Hummer drove up and was not slow.

Soon Qin Mo entered the military compound.

Feng Yi came over and said that things on the Internet were blessed by misfortune. Now there are more people supporting the Dimeng League.

"Thanks to Yaoyao who can stand up and give voice support first, do you know? Sometimes, even if you do good deeds, you need a leader to do it, and you do n’t have to waste little spades to treat this girl so well, these two If it is not impossible to look at the shape, I thought that the two of them are in love. Now Weibo is the hot comment of Dimeng, and the media has made the following comments. Dimeng is not just superb e-sports that makes people passionate , More is the feeling between them. Youth never cares about winning or losing, but who is accompanying you ... "

Qin Mo listened to Feng Yi's words, and after pulling away his collar with one hand, he leaned his head and lighted a cigarette. His arms were so casually placed on the sofa, playing the limited edition silver Zippo lighter in his fingers, dark His black hair is a little messy.

In fact, he was indeed a little careless, and he didn't even listen to the content of Feng Yi's words at all.

The reason for this is because there is still a conversation in his mind.

"Mom, where do you want to go, Brother Mo and I are just good friends."

"Really? You don't like him?"

"dislike."