National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo, as long as he was standing there, could not move his gaze and looked beautiful, full of cold immortality.

Not to mention, when he leaned over, his eyes were deep and his mouth was smiling.

The collar of the shirt was slightly crooked, standing loosely there, looking extremely casual.

After being in the middle school for three years, there is no one who can surpass that school so far. The Great God does have extraordinary confusion.

At this moment, he had some inexplicable wildness in his expression. He reached out and pinched Bo Jiu's chin, and said with a smile: "What are you thinking about again? Well? Rest assured, you won't let you do anything except the pillow No matter what, my hand can't move you, you can control yourself, my mother and guests are there, don't look like a doctor, take advantage of my hand injury and move my foot, and other things must be honest A little, you know? Little rogue ... "

At this time, Bo Jiu didn't know what expression he should have. The name of little rogue ...

"Mo brother, it's you, not me." Bo Jiu extended his finger to his chin.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrow and just let go.

I saw the teenager dragging himself down, and then kissed it up, with a smile full of bad: "However, it is very difficult to keep me from doing it."

Bo Jiu wanted to kiss and leave.

But how could Qin Mo satisfy this degree.

She pulled her wrist over and took advantage of her breathing space to directly overwhelm her on the soft bed without deepening the kiss without hesitation.

Bo Jiu wanted to resist.

He was pressed back with one hand.

Kiss her in a smug and ecstatic mood.

In the room, the teenager's T-shirt on the bed was half-turned, revealing the white waistline that he could not put down.

The man's hand was cruising upwards, protruding into the clothes, and then stopped.

Someone is knocking on the door.

Bo Jiu also heard it, stood up sideways, and the smell was a bit unheard.

Qin Mo glanced at the young man's bright red face, and his voice was a little bit sandy: "If that doesn't mean that in the future, don't just pick it up."

"Good." Bo Jiu's mouth was a little careless, but her clothes were wrinkled like this, and her lips were red. After seeing An Ying in this way, it was always not very good. She simply turned her head to see Qin Mo: " Brother Mo, open the door. "

Qin Mo sorted out his shirt, his tone was very weak: "Why, after dare to mock me, dare not admit it?"

Bo Jiu: ... this, really depressed.

Qin Mo probably likes to look like a teenager, reaching out and squeezing on her swollen face: "Benefits."

Is it even good to open a door?

People under the eaves have to bow their heads.

Bo Jiu: "You said."

"Don't go where I can't see." Suddenly, Qin Mo let go of her face, and there was no obvious feeling in that tone.

Bo Jiu didn't respond in a moment: "I'm here, I will give Mo Ge a medicine later, where can I go."

Qin Mo looked at Bai Nennen's youngster and smiled with his lips: "It's the same thing, then change it. You will read the bedtime story tonight."

"That's it?" Bo Jiu didn't believe it would be so simple. After all, the Great God was here with her, and it was never simple.

Qin Mo slowly asked: "How? You want to provide some special services."

That look ... Bo Jiu was helpless: "I'll pick a book."

"No, I pick, you go to the bathroom." Qin Mo was copying his trousers pocket with one hand and was preparing to walk.

Bo Jiu grabbed Qin Mo's sleeve: "Go to the bathroom?"

"Wash, hide by the way." Qin Mo's eyes glanced at the voice, and he couldn't hear the anger in his voice: "Don't you want people to know our relationship? Nobody can see you like this."

Bo Jiu heard the words and paused. She was not sure if the Great God was angry.

Holding the pajamas that the man still gave her, Bo Jiu walked into the bathroom, and could vaguely hear the sound of the god opening the door, as well as An Ying's smile: "Nine."

"In the shower." Qin Mo said naturally.

An Ying asked again: "Is it necessary to arrange a room for Jiu separately."

"She sleeps in other rooms, and my hands hurt at night." Qin Mo's voice sounded like that.

After thinking of An Ying, he didn't say anything more, but just looked at his son's face, obviously with a playful taste: "It's really rare, you will agree to Jiuju."

She originally thought her son would be a problem here.

Qin Mo smiled and didn't say anything. He didn't agree with the man's acting. He wanted to see what the man wanted to do. What a big deal.

"Okay, I wo n’t disturb the two of you. I will go to a dance with the director." Since I was finally going to film with Jiu, An Yinghou was really happy and told his son to pay attention. Place, get on the commercial car.

When Bo Jiu came out after bathing, An Ying was gone, which means that apart from Aunt Zhang, the entire Qin family left her and Qin Mo.

The teenager was very white, probably at night when he was bitten by a mosquito on his face.

After coming out of a bath, he couldn't help but stretch his hand to scratch.

From the left face to the ear position, there was a red.

This made Qin Mo frown, looking down, put down his phone, and his voice was very weak: "Come here."

Bo Jiu was still wiping his head, so he walked past with a pure white towel on his face.

Counting years.

Someone should be as solid as himself.

So tender, when a high school student.