National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo looked at this scene, his eyes sinking.

Walking pacing over, copying his hand from his trouser pocket, he just took Bo Jiu's cigarette and stuck it on his thin lips.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and smiled: "Look at me, be more obedient, just wait."

"Is there no car to go home." Qin Mo took the car key, his voice was very weak. "You will drive in a while, put on the mask first."

The reason for saying this is because when facing this face, Qin Mo always has a feeling of what he wants to destroy.

Bo Jiu clasped his fingers and smiled again: "Not open, I am a minor."

"Can minors cross the wall and cannot drive?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.

Bo Jiu sighed: "Brother Mo, you can't always poke my wound because you kissed me wrong. I said it was me. If you don't listen, you will kiss me all at once.

Bo Jiu also thought about it just now.

A great straight man in the Great God, this kind of thing must be unacceptable.

After all, the great god didn't seem to recognize her at that time.

After listening to Bo Jiu's words, Qin Mo reached out his hand and flicked the guy's head with a calm attitude: "You are too slow."

"Anyway, just kiss, and it won't be too bad." Bo Jiu grinned: "If Brother Mo really feels uncomfortable, find a girl and kiss again."

Wen Yan, Qin Mo's eyes completely faded.

This time, he said nothing.

After turning around, Bo Jiu was given the word "Go."

The sound sounded like it was mixed with fog, and it was a bit lonely that was not noticeable?

At that moment, Bo Jiu always felt wrong.

How could that person be lonely.

She paused and paced up.

Qin Mo seemed to be suppressing something. After opening the door, he picked up the wide spring water on it, unscrewed the lid, took a sip, screwed it on again, and dropped it into the car at random:

This is the second sentence Qin Mo said.

There is still a distance from the ball to the city center.

It's really not easy to walk at night in Jiangcheng.

The smog is very high and the visibility is very low.

Bo Jiu was not sure whether the Great God felt that he had kissed a "boy", so he couldn't accept it psychologically, and he was building the most psychologically.

It was only at this time that no one seemed to have time to manage Qin Mo's drinking just now and came to drive.

Because the indifference sent by Qin Mo was so obvious.

So much so that Bo Jiu rubbed his lips again.

He burst into the air with a warning: "You wipe it again, believe it or not, brother teach you again, what is kissing?"

Bo Jiu leaned his head and looked at that handsome and expensive face, and he really couldn't accept it.

But, blame her.

If it wasn't for the great god, he just took a bite, and her upper lip will not be numb and swollen.

Listen to someone whispering to himself.

Qin Mo's eyes followed a little warming.

It can be warmed to a certain point.

That deep gaze was placed on someone's upper lip.

Then slowly move down, it's a good curve ...

Bo Jiu certainly noticed his sight.

There was a chuckle in my heart.

There was a light smile on his face: "Do you think you are really like it? If it were not the disguised props that Lin Feng gave me, I don't know how many people would recognize me like this."

Qin Mo did not speak, slowly squinting his eyes, unable to tell the danger.

But at this time.

Bo Jiu reached out and pulled his hand over, pressing it directly on his chest ...