National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo squeezed some of the thoughts in his mind and waited until the temperature remained, before dragging the person into his arms.

Bo Jiu paused for a moment, and the whole body was full of the breath of the God, even with the tobacco smell and a little alcohol, and it was not heavy when it was mixed with some plant and tree fragrances. It is easy for people to be less defensive.

It was just the hand that the great god probed in, letting Bo Jiu's waist numb and deliberately dodge.

The person was held down and his voice was very pale: "Don't want to wear clothes?"

Coming in from the Great God, Bo Jiu had noticed what was in his hand and reached for it.

Qin Mo moved away, his eyes deep: "Stupid."

What does it mean to stay blank?

Bo Jiugang raised his eyebrows.

I saw a long strip of white fingers slender white fingers.

That is!

Bo Jiu's ear tip was red, and she knew what the Great God was going to do. She first tore her jacket off, then bypassed from behind, and her voice leaned beside her: "Do you know that this thing will make you grow up?"

"What's long ..." Bo Jiu avoided the cool, numb breath, and only felt the tightness of his chest, then abruptly received the sound, and then his fingertips slipped away from his side.

Anyone who is fooled like this will want to fight back.

Qin Mo slowly pressed Bo Jiu's raised wrist: "You don't need to remind you, you are sleeping on me in vain, but just to help you wear clothes, why? Unwilling? Want Aunt Zhang to bring the clothes in and see Are you naked on my bed? Hmm? "

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

He picked up the man and put it on his lap.

It was really helping her to dress, but when that fingertip crossed some places, Bo Jiu's face was almost red enough to drip, let alone how flustered the rhythm of the heartbeat.

The great idol likes to look at her like this, with the corner of her mouth bent.

She bit her lip and glanced at the sculpted handsome face of the man.

It seems that the Great God will always be like this, no matter what time, he will not damage his appearance, even his body is used to calm and elegant, even if he is doing this kind of thing now ...

Simple T-shirts and combat trousers are worn by the gods, and they are worn in about ten minutes.

In the end, Bo Jiu could only bear a cheeky face.

You can't really let Aunt Zhang in.

In fact, Bo Jiu didn't even need to think about it. She was the only one who could let Master Qin serve so personally.

Saying no to jealousy is a lie to the cat. The princess held a big pie face and deeply felt that it had lost its owner's favor for it.

"What do you want to do with the bed sheet?" Qin Mo asked the man on his lap with his head. The chill in his eyes was much less. Surprisingly, it felt good to dress someone. You can try it once a day.

Of course, the premise is that this person is good enough.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo's eyes deepened again.

"Wash it." At this time, Bo Jiu felt that having clothes was like having armor, and finally he could roll up his sleeves and fight against the god, reminding the god that she was also the first time.

But the great god is shameless here.

At this time, she stood up and looked at her, her voice faintly: "Aunt Zhang made the ribs you like to eat. You go to dinner first and I wash the sheets."

The god said that he had rolled up the sleeve of the shirt twice, exposing the porcelain-white beautiful wrist, just like a walking model hanger, picked up the sheets, and walked into the bathroom.

Bo Jiu hesitated, followed, and stood at the door of the bathroom, watching the next move of the God, very organized.

Bo Jiu admired this kind of person who can do household chores since childhood.

Not to mention that a long and handsome man like the Great God has good temperament and can work.

Qin Mo probably saw someone, and his beautiful eyebrows raised.

Actually, it's hard to see it or not. The blessed face is too strong.

Even if the hair color has changed, it's a lot more clever.

But some people, arrogant aura, can not be changed.

It really doesn't look like a girl.

No wonder he will not recognize it.

Of course, except for this.

Another point, this guy is very good at disguising.

And Z is ...

"Aren't you hungry?" Qin Mo's hands were stained with white foam, his black pants were upright, and he leaned his head against the sink. He looked handsome again.

Bo Jiu leaned back lazily, and smiled very handsomely: "Wait for Brother Mo to wash down together."

"Come here." Qin Mo directed people.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"Help me with a cigarette, and a lighter in my pocket." Qin Mo nodded his trousers with his chin.

Bo Jiu didn't even dare to smoke a cigarette.

Draw one in the past.

The man didn't pick it up, but directly lowered his eyes and held his lips.

Even if Bo Jiu didn't admit it, some of the present great gods couldn't move his eyes, especially when he pressed the lighter that she raised with one hand, his eyelashes fell, and it was a smoky abstinence.

Bo Jiu felt that such a great god was very strange, especially living.

There was a cigarette in his thin lips, foam on his slender and beautiful hands, standing there in white clothes and black pants.

Who can imagine that Master Qin would wash sheets like this.

Bo Jiu's fingers were clenched, and he resisted the urge to get together and kiss.

I blushed there for a long time, and made a turn, and then made a second turn.

Qin Mo raised his eyes, it should have washed the sheets, and the fingertips were dripping with water.

It was only at this time that Bo Jiu knew that a man like the Great God not only got out of bed, but also had the value of kidnapping.

She has to be more appropriate.

The province accidentally exposed her ambitions.

Everyone knows what Bo Jiu's ambitions are, abducting Qin Mo.

This ambition is estimated only by the Great God himself.

"You just turned around me twice, what are you thinking?"

The sudden voice made Bo Jiu inexplicably guilty, avoiding the pair of deep eyes that could see through everything, and the corner of his mouth bent, revealing two tiger teeth: "I always feel that the action of washing sheets is not quite in line with Mo Ge's design."

"I grew up in a small army, and the sheets are washed by myself." Qin Mo's tone was very plain, as if he was narrating the most common thing.

Bo Jiu only felt that the tutoring of the Great God was really good, presumably because of such a pure red background, he would develop the current appearance of the Great God.

Before, she had contacted many high-weight children and grandchildren, and few were like the great gods.

Those who do not have the fingers to touch the Yang Chunshui have done good housework.

But ... grew up in a small army?

The great god really forgot all the things he had when he was a child, and had no memory at all.

What happened at that time would make the gods look like they are now.

Selective amnesia, if it is not a major psychological trauma, it will not be so ...