National School Prince Is A Girl

What day?

Bo Jiu was a little ignorant, should n’t it be the birthday of the Great God?

Since it is not a birthday, what day will there be?

Qin Mo looked at the person in front of him, and even the eyes were confused, his eyebrows twisted, and his voice was a little cold: "Confession."

"What confession?" Bo Jiu was still dumbfounded by such a prompt.

Seeing that handsome and beautiful half-blood face approached her a little bit, with a restless breath: "The 30th day of my confession to you."

On the thirtieth day of confession to her?

In Bo Jiuyi's meal, she did not expect that the great god would go to remember this kind of day.

But this is not easy to answer.

But it is also necessary.

"The time has passed so quickly. At that time, Brother Mo, you really are ... I'm afraid you will bend."

Bo Jiuyi smiled with a bit of evil spirits, thinking that he still had the upper hand when he first met the great god, and now he can't help to reverse the play.

Qin Mo looked at someone's beautiful eyes and said slowly: "Even if it turns, it's still you, don't change the subject."

"Absolutely did not change the topic." Bo Jiu always felt that this posture was too dangerous. If he could not do it, he would be eaten with tofu by the god, and he would straighten his body. Some parents from time to time look up here, the great god is not a person without a sense of proportion.

Qin Mo is indeed very particular about size, but ... He glanced at the fox-like teenager with a faint tone: "When are you going to give me a place? Do you want to sleep like this all the time?"

Bo Jiu was choked by the great god.

Give points, white sleep ...

"I thought you would remember, at least send me something, I did not expect ..."

Suddenly, the sound in my ears seemed to sink.

Even standing there with that person seemed a little lonely?

I don't know why. Bo Jiu remembered what An Ying said before. From childhood to age, it seemed that God rarely received gifts from anyone, and basically did not read those things at the birthday party.

She thought it should be very flattering like this.

For example, she liked her very much, and she gave him gifts at that time.

But in fact, after the two separated, she did not know how he grew up.

An Ying later said that his temperament was indifferent, and even if he would have a birthday, he was not at all interested in the things sent by his elders.

Probably because the great god is too clever, so he can see clearly the pros and cons of those high society.

In other words, he is very clear that the gifts given to him are for various purposes.

Thirty days?

She said nothing.

She really feels scum in this way.

The overbearing president cannot treat his own pets this way.

At least not so scum.

Bo Jiu was somewhat guilty: "Actually, I prepared, but I didn't remember the days."

"Oh?" Qin Mo clasped his pants pockets with one hand and raised his head. Those deep eyes made Bo Jiu unconsciously start to move his eyes.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "What are you prepared for?"

Bo Jiu also knew that the Great God must have seen that she was lying and just wanted to confess.

At this time, Qin Mo said again: "Give me tomorrow."

Is this giving her time to prepare?

After Bo Jiu understood the meaning of the great god, he immediately nodded: "Okay." Can't really become a scum.

"I'm really curious about what gift you will give me?" Qin Mo said very slowly: "I shouldn't buy anything to deal with casually."

Bo Jiu: ... This sentence of the Great God completely blocked the way she was going to buy something. Was it really not intentional?

Qin Mo looked at the young boy's depressed face and felt better.

I couldn't help it, turned my back, and squeezed someone's face: "You seem embarrassed?"

Bo Jiu pretended to be stupid: "It's not difficult."

Qin Mo smiled: "Is it? See you tomorrow."

Bo Jiuying responded well, reached out and touched his pinched face, and coaxed the god to be happy.

Qin Mo paced forward, occasionally glancing back at someone who was behind him, his mouth curled up silently.

Standing on the side, Chen Xiaodong stretched his neck and looked for a long time.

After all, there is still a distance between here and there, it is impossible to hear what Young Master and Qin Shao said.

But in front of the two ladies, it should be a little more convergent.

The most important thing is not to let the goddess see.

Chen Xiaodong thought of this and glanced in the direction of An Ying.

After An Ying ’s expression did not change, it should be that Master Ye and Qin Shao did not think about that.

Chen Xiaodong did not know that his speculation was completely wrong.

Watching the two men walk back from a distance, An Ying said afterwards: "These two children, really, have to whisper something."

"It's not." He Honghua was still a little skeptical. After hearing this, he felt nothing.

Probably the relationship is too good.

However, to take the time, she had to talk to Jiu.

You don't need to pay much attention to dealing with such decent children as Qin Mo.

You must keep your distance from other boys.

Even if she looks like a boy, she is still a girl.

He Honghua is still waiting, when everything is settled, when the right time, let her family restore women's clothing.

This day ... should be almost there.

He Honghua thought that she had to work harder to get back all that she had lost.

It's just ... Nine's identity is so special today, how to restore women's clothing, you must think about it.

Everyone thinks different things.

What Bo Jiu thinks now is to give the god something.

Until the car behind Qin Mo and An Ying disappeared into the night, Bo Jiu did not come up with a good idea.

What is good?

Even while lying in bed, Bo Jiu was still thinking about this problem.

After lengthening Lincolnry, after no one else, An Ying spoke directly afterwards: "When you talked about the green plume of Jiu, you were jealous."

"No." Qin Mo took a mineral water bottle and took a sip of his head. There was no sign of it on the side of his face, but there was one thing: "How can I not remember my hair curled when I was a kid."

After hearing this, An Ying unconsciously looked away and looked out of the car window, his voice was vague: "At that time, you were young and have no notes."

"Yes." Qin Mo didn't cling to this question. Instead of putting his thoughts on it, he turned on the phone, found someone's picture on WeChat, and typed a few words in the past: "Don't forget tomorrow To get a gift. "

After receiving this message, Bo Jiu could n’t sleep anymore, turned over and tossed for a while, and finally seemed to think of something, his mouth flicked up, stood up from the bed, and walked to her Basement after renovation.

Just as Bo Jiu entered, three pure white ultra-thin notebooks lit up at the same time, flashing silver icons, just like the scenes often seen in blockbuster movies.

If it was something she made by herself, the great god might like ...

Go down this line of thought.

Bo Jiu opened the game officer, found the video of their team's game, moved the mouse, saved, edited, edited ...

These things are not very complicated in terms of operation.

But it is very time-consuming.

If the lens has a sense of story, it is necessary to find the picture a little bit.

The night outside the window is getting darker.

Bo Jiu, who was sitting in front of the computer, placed his left hand on the keyboard and the mouse in his right hand, messing up with beautiful silver hair. It didn't mean to stop at all ...

Qin family.

The lights are on.

This is a characteristic of the military compound.

No matter when, you can see soldiers and patrols on guard.

An Ying was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the shaking white poplar, full of thoughts.

Not because of it, just because my son was asking her questions in the car today ...

Mama Zhang met and brought a cup of tea: "Ma'am, did you chat with Mrs. He today?"

"Of course not." When An Ying laughed, she also brought the pear blossom dimples: "Sister He is very refreshing and does not forget her book. Now that few people are in business, they can still maintain this appearance, and they don't compare and deceive themselves , Women are weak, mothers are strong, and nine have a good mother. "

Mom Zhang smiled: "It seems that the rumors are not entirely credible."

"It's not believable at all." An Ying lowered her head and took a sip of tea. The contemplation in the eyebrows did not dissipate.

Mom Zhang is puzzled: "That lady ..."

"Ma, Zhang, you said that Mo Er had experienced what she had experienced before she lost a memory."

This problem after An Ying has almost become a taboo in this family since then.

Mama Zhang is also not easy to answer, let alone how to answer.

No one can forget that the young man got bloody fingers from the private plane.

At that time, Master's thoughts were already chaotic ...

An Ying also knew that he could not get the answer, and took a deep breath: "Now he is in contact with the criminal again, Mom Zhang, I am very worried that the previous things will come back again."

"Ma'am, you can rest assured that there will be nine young people this time, no."

After hearing this sentence, An Ying laughed again: "You are right."

After one thing is figured out, it will gradually let go.

This is true no matter who it is.

And what can't be put down is always an unknown injustice.

In the club.

Rao Rong looked at a news screenshot, held the mouse's hand, and then tightened.

It was an old piece of news, about a million dollars in cash embezzled from a policeman's house.

Because of the relationship between black and black, the police did not end well.

Rao Rong has never believed this news from beginning to end.

He wanted to name his father.

Young, he tried many methods.

Hit the wall again and again.

The club's expulsion, and finally the frustration.

Rao Rong wanted to know who killed his father in the end, and why this million appeared in his home.

Only rely on the strength of that person.

this is the truth.

Reality forced him to bow his head ...

"Captain." Lin Shentao rubbed his eyes and turned on the light, his hair messed up: "Still thinking about this game?"

Rao Rong turned the page off, then stood up, a faint hum.

Lin Shentao grabbed his short hair: "The team as a whole can't keep up with you. In fact, I thought about it before. If the captain went to another team, it would definitely be better."

"Nothing." Rao Rong walked up to him and glanced at the red-printed face: "Go to bed."

"Oh." Lin Shentao agreed, yes, and the nonsense kept saying: "Qin Mo's guy has been playing differently since he was with Little Spades, sharp and shameless, anti-wild and anti-addictive, unpredictable. "

Rao Rong heard the words and paused: "In the earliest time, he was like this. His hand injury changed on the one hand. On the one hand, the identity of the captain of the Dimeng League, his first reaction was to think about the overall situation, but instead of sharp, Until Spade Z appeared ... the Dimeng nowadays is very strong. "

It's a pity that he can no longer compete upright with the other party.

This sentence, Rao Rong did not tell Lin Shentao.

The night continues.

The best international hotel in Jiangcheng, the people who stay are often successful people from all over the world.

Director William's Chinese is not as accurate as his son's.

Fortunately, his son translated all the comments on the Internet into English, and said that he would also fly to Jiangcheng in the next two days.

I have to say that after William saw some comments, he hesitated.

Do you want to invite this boy?

He himself is the least looking for the kind of person who has no bottom line for fire.

But this Chinese boy named Jiu is too in line with the image in his mind, it is a pity to give up.

But as a director, you have to consider the full range of the crew.

Let's release it first to see if we can find other people in China ...

William glanced at the comments on the Internet again, shook his head, and shut down the computer with regret.

But at this time, Bo Jiu was still sitting in front of the computer, rubbing the last thing, his eyelids were a little bit heavy, took a sip of a bottle of mineral water, and then continued.

It's almost time to compile it.

Bo Jiujie stood up, moved back and forth with one hand against his neck, raised his hand and glanced at the watch, preparing to search for the last piece of material in Shangguan and add it.

But what Bo Jiu did not expect was that she would receive a private letter from Sister Gui.

"I have a ruthless request, I want you to help my friend, the next matchup will be against the Shonan team, I know you are busy, but this matter, I have been thinking for a long time, only you can help my friend."

This is the first one.

The second article is very long.

"My friend is an online writer, and I'm in a very low mood. I can't find a way to help her. It has been so many days. In three months, she not only lost what she originally wrote, but was also infringed. The author took a bite and said that she was hype. In fact, in this circle, many original creators will encounter infringement, but it is chilling that everyone never cares, and some people even say that it is boring to plagiarize. Yeah , They do n’t care, how much effort a book will take to write, after the infringers plagiarize, move, and do the same person adaptation, it is not counted, obviously an author, but also to build a group of powder, set the story framework of the entire book Afterwards, I came to bite the original author, and even reversed the black and white. The darkest thing is that many people stood by her and even started to brush topics ... "