National School Prince Is A Girl

The person who came in was An Ying, and of course, Manager Li, whom General Qin sent to her.

After seeing the teenager in the elegant and beautiful face after An Ying, he paused for a moment and immediately smiled at two charming little pear nests: "Bo Jiu? Why didn't you come home and tell your aunt."

Bo Jiu politely stood up and smiled lightly: "Brother Mo has drank too much, I will send him back."

"Drink too much?" After listening to this reason, An Ying looked back at Manager Li in confusion. Does that seem to mean that her son drank too much?

Manager Li had seen the world, and calmly called Qin Mo, "Young Master, Bo Young", and stood beside him without speaking. He did not want to say that the young master could not withstand special training, and all three bottles of Wuliangye were put Don't fall him.

After An Ying didn't care so much, anyway, if the teenager he liked came, he would greet Bo Jiu to try the suit she said before.

Bo Jiu won't agree, and said with a smile: "Auntie, I'll try again sometime, just when the aunt is back, he can take care of Mo brother, his stomach is uncomfortable, I still have an appointment here to go, the time has long passed Yes, go first. "

After An Ying was reasonable, he smiled and said, "Well, then, another day."

No one noticed that when the two were talking, Qin Mo, who was sitting at the dining table and drinking porridge, had already become cold slag.

Bo Jiu said nothing more, put on his black jacket and made a gesture of "I'm gone" towards Qin Mo.

It's just, I don't know if the great god didn't see it, and ignored her.

Probably because you are drinking porridge.

Without time to think so much, Yaoyao must be anxious.

Bo Jiu thought of this, and his steps were much faster.

She didn't look back.

However, as soon as she turned around, she would find that Qin Mo's hand holding the wooden spoon stagnate heavily after she left.

Qin Mo ate two more porridges, only to find that the taste seemed to have changed, with no fragrance at all.

Finally, he simply put down the bowl and turned to take the black coat on the back of the chair.

An Ying looked at him afterwards: "Moer, where are you going? Isn't it stomachache?"

"It's alright." Qin Mo's voice was very weak, and the walking posture really didn't look like a person who was still having a stomachache.

Would it be so fast?This stomach problem is also magical ... An Ying looked at her son who disappeared by the door, and said to herself.

And why is there no one at home?

Aunt Zhang, what about them?

Usually this time should be at home.

After An Ying, this is incredible.

After Qin Mo went out, he was looking for someone.

But after looking for a long time, I didn't see any trace of the teenager.

It should have been on the bus and went to the appointment place.

Qin Mo was still moving forward in silence. His movements were slow and elegant, and it seemed to fit his usual casual gesture.

It's just that the fingers hidden under the black gloves used their strength.

He stared blankly at the empty space in front of his eyes, standing silently in place, and gradually, the cool wind stained his body ...

But he didn't seem to feel it, his beautiful profile, with no smile on his face.

Somehow, the chest is a little stuffy.

It feels like you are in love with something you like very much.

I want to take it for myself.

Do not hesitate to exhaust the means.

But in the end, you never win each other ...