National School Prince Is A Girl

"Try, what to try?" Lin Feng finished speaking and coughed heavily!Very emoticon!Hell, what is he learning to stammer at this time!Can't lose momentum!

Yunhu raised his eyebrows: "What else can I try, since I care so much, just come and kiss me personally. Speaking, should your first kiss still be?"

Lin Feng was about to lift the table: "I don't look down on who, who said my first kiss is still there, and I have a girlfriend too!"

His girlfriends.

Everyone knows it well.

Close to him, ultimately for Yunhu.

Lin Feng remembered the last time he broke up, just because he saw his girlfriend hugging Yunhu's waist, and the posture of holding his head up seemed to kiss Yunhu's chin.

But even so, he has to hold the court!

And Yunhu's eyes sank at that moment, and even his voice was a little bit different from usual: "No? With whom?"

"You don't have to worry about this!" Lin Feng was very serious at this time: "Don't say that my brother doesn't teach you, they are all people who want to race fast, don't think so much mess!"

But Yunhu insisted on asking this answer: "Who?"

Lin Feng's eyes flicked from side to side. Dazhi, everyone knows. In front of other men, he generally refuses to lose, so Lin Feng's blushing and thick neck lied: "It is the woman who wants to seduce you."

"She?" Yun Hu turned his gaze back, fingers clenched tightly.

Lin Feng's heart said that he had finally dealt with it. He was punctured by his pretense in this respect, and it was shameful.

If Bo Jiu is here, he will definitely say, "Lin Feng, this stupid and white sweet, deliberately stimulated people to run him."

It's a pity that Lin Feng himself doesn't have this kind of consciousness at all, so after talking about it, even the thoughts that bothered him just now did not emerge, and he just fell asleep and fell asleep.

High-speed rail toilets are usually relatively clean, especially Jiangcheng as the starting station.

Even if it is not clean, Bo Jiu must be there, in order to receive a message, which cannot be received in the presence of a great god.

Without hiding in the bathroom, Bo Jiu raised his hand and glanced at the phone screen, an email, and every word on it was about Rao Rong, including the person's origin and the death of his father.

With just one piece of content, Bo Jiu's fingers paused, his eyes darkened to the extreme, and he replied a few words in the past: "Focus on the death of Rao Rong's father, there is a problem."

In the city center, an apartment high-rise.

On the screen, the hero 5V5 field, a red assassin sword swept.

When the sound of 4 kills sounded, he jumped back, letting the person who wanted to chase him could not even touch the shadow, his eyes fell on the bright mobile phone screen, the beautiful thin lips smiled, and his face was clear The finger moved slightly and returned one: the word "good" passed.

On the game page, there are still people calling "Great God, wait, add a friend."

Hoshino has stepped out of the game and tapped his fingertips on the keyboard to open an unknown forum.

Nobody knows.

The existence of that forum.

All IPs will be hidden.

There is the most perfect firewall.

Can avoid all the network surveillance bureau's detection.

That was one of the important ways Z used to obtain intelligence.

The young master of hacking has never just talked casually.

Because the firewall here was made by Z himself.

How many organizations want to invade and have never succeeded ...