National School Prince Is A Girl

Mother Zhang downstairs, originally wanted to ask who his daughter-in-law was.

But after seeing Qin Mo Binghan's profile, he swallowed the question back.

When placing tableware.

He heard a low voice again: "When did he come?"

"At five o'clock, I've been waiting for the young master." Mama Zhang looked at Qin Mo's expression and couldn't understand her ideas at all.

It wasn't until the silver-haired boy walked downstairs in a black T-shirt that his eyes suddenly widened: "Just, just now, that...

That girl is the ninth young master?!

No wonder the young master cares so much about each other.

If it is the nine young masters, everything is clear.

But ... are all the boys now?

Like to wear women's clothing?

Bo Jiu noticed Ma's expression and smiled at the other party.

Mom Zhang is still digesting. After all, the girl is just too beautiful and the handsome boy is not good.

"Let's have dinner." Qin Mo's voice became very weak at this time.

Mother Zhang knew that Master's mood was not very good.

But why is she not clear?

This hot pot is probably the quietest hot pot meal for two people.

In the past, the mode of getting along with two people was not like this.

Especially young people, very little talk.

There should be some courtesy, but after the meal, he even waved at Mom Zhang: "Mother Zhang, I will go back first, thank you for your hot pot."

When Zhang Ma wiped her hand out, she only had time to see the teenager smile.

Qin Mo held the cup, the tight joints were white, and then stood up: "I give you."

"It's still early today. It's very convenient. I called the car online." Bo Jiu spread his hands and showed him the phone page.

Qin Mo didn't say much.

After the teenager left.

Mom Zhang realized that something was wrong.

usually.

The young master will always try his best to let the nine young masters stay overnight.

Even if you don't stay overnight, you will personally send people home.

But this time, I just stood outside, and I didn't know how long it had passed.

Lieutenant Zhang hesitated again and again, went out with a trench coat, and whispered: "Master, come home, it's too late."

Qin Mo's fingers moved, and at that moment he didn't even feel cold.

Because the heart is like a break in the heart, the wind is pouring in, it is empty.

Never thought about what to do if that guy didn't bend.

Very obvious sense of distance.

When it emanated from the boy.

Qin Mo asked himself again.

What good is this person.

He wants to be long and pretty, everywhere.

Tender than this guy, it is more everywhere...

"Master," Lieutenant Zhang whispered again.

Qin Mo leaned his head on a cigarette, and the mist was filled with fog: "Go to Fu's house and ask them if they have arrived safely."

"Yes." Lieutenant Zhang finished his eyes and swept his wrist: "Master, tomorrow is the resurrection game, your hands are important."

After listening to this sentence, Qin Mo stepped forward in the night and let his wetness hit him, the smoke lingering.

Fu Xiao's call was received by Chen Xiaodong.

After hanging up, he looked at the direction of the second floor.

"Well, yes, my young master is back, right ..."

To be honest, the young master is obviously not quite right today.

What to say, there are too few words, even the laugh is different from before.

He entered his room as soon as he entered the door.

Is it that the resurrection is coming, too much pressure?