National School Prince Is A Girl

On the screen, it is what the great god looked like when he was a boy.

It was the fifth game that year.

She didn't take a closer look at the look of the great god, so she remembered the young man's arrogant figure and the beautiful chin in the broken light when he grabbed his wrist.

There are now great gods who have shown her so many years ago.

Bo Jiu's attention was not on the face of Xiao Ran who was cold and exuded, but heard his sentence: "Because there was a guy when she was a child, she likes playing games very much."

"That is to say, you came to play for that person?"

"Yes."

When speaking of the last word, the man looked at the camera. He looked like a boy, with thin lips, clean nose, and a high nose bridge. His eyes were dark and bright.

Bo Jiu's throat moved.

When he was young, he didn't play games so often, and spent most of his time with her.

When she passed the small keyboard, she showed him the very simple initial code that she wrote, and the small game that could be operated by pressing the up and down keys was full of joy.

Later, he wiped her hands and told her that he could play games with her, but she could not go out to play with others, turned around and got dirty, and rubbed against him again, he was disgusted.

This is quite easy to achieve, so as soon as she arrived in the afternoon, she plugged in the small keyboard and made a game target. The two played King of Fighters together.

She remembers him asking, "Like?"

"Uh huh." She looked at his arrogant white and beautiful face, blurting out her liking.

Unexpectedly, she would be regarded by the great god as she likes games.

Bo Jiu pressed his finger on the mouse, fixed it in the interview, backed a little back, and listened to the two sentences again.

Just listened to it three or four times before the corner of my mouth hooked up.

Let's take a look at the message from the fans.

For a long time, Bo Jiuren didn't say the sentence: "I'm the guy who loves playing games, and the gods can't forget it".

"What are you doing?" A voice came slowly from your ear, with a little laziness in the noble, a little slow and a bit heavy, but enough to make your scalp numb.

Bo Jiu pressed the typed words off and directly closed Weibo, raising his eyes with a smile: "Go online."

With Bo Jiu's movements, the loose collar slipped down, revealing the skin there, smooth in the porcelain white, the depth of the clavicle was moderate, and the eye was beautiful, like milk curd.

Qin Mo seemed to have just finished taking a shower, his hair had not been wiped, and his black hair was drooping wet. After seeing this scene, his eyes deepened: "Come."

"Huh?" The teenager didn't move, still holding the mouse in his hand.

Qin Mo walked over and reached out to drag people's clothes up: "Pay attention to the image, Mrs. Qin."

Hear these three words again.

Bo Jiu's face was a little hot, and the topic diverged: "What did Aunt Zhang do?"

"Xiao Long Bao, Bean Meat." Qin Mo raised his eyebrows. "Why? Don't you like it?"

Bo Jiu reached out and hugged people: "Like."

Qin Mo's fingers paused, his eyes lightened a little, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Two people came upstairs.

The steaming steamed bun was just released.

Said it is Xiao Long Bao, but it's steamed out from home, it's better than outside. I don't know how many times.

The face is soft and soft, and the filling is bitten, and it can smell fragrant.

I thought a cage was enough for those two.

But finally when Aunt Zhang saw the boy holding the last meat bag, she raised her head and asked if she had any time.

Aunt Zhang found out that she made a little less of this breakfast.

"I'm going to steam a basket now." Aunt Zhang said.

Qin Mo opened his mouth: "No, she will eat up, and her stomach will be uncomfortable."

Bo Jiu was also greedy, lying there, with dignity and glory.

Qin Mo always felt that this scene was familiar, but where he had seen it before, he could not trace it.

It's just that the person in front of me seems to be much smaller, and his mouth is still muttering: "Indifferent, you will let me eat another meat bun, OK, I will eat another one."

"You have said this sentence five times." That was his voice.

"Ah, all five are given to me, not worse than the sixth one, 6666, this number is auspicious, auspicious!"

The little guy always makes sense.

He didn't speak, his finger pressed on the man's bulging belly, and only said two words: "Shut up."

That kind of picture is vague and lingering, as if it doesn't exist.

Qin Mo's flashing moment, when he looked back again, it was the teenager's finger pulling on his sleeve, and his eyes were worried: "Is the hand hurting again."

Compared to someone, he didn't care much about his hands.

"It doesn't hurt." Qin Mo put down the bamboo chopsticks, spared another hand to press her hand down, and then held it in his hand.

Hold hands when eating, Aunt Zhang really does not know what to say, try not to disturb the two people, put down something with a smile, and then walked into the kitchen, sent a voice WeChat to An Ying: "Madam, you can rest assured , Master, there is nothing wrong with him, and Jiu Shao is better. "

After An Ying saw this WeChat, she felt a little relieved. She was worried about the psychological problems of Moer.

I heard that Jiang Cheng had just calmed down, but the overall situation was still not very good.

Even if her husband didn't say it, An Ying was vaguely aware of the problem. Otherwise, the man wouldn't have been there for so many days and sent someone to protect her.

After An Ying, he was fine, mainly his son.

She was worried that the case of that year was not over ...

Time passes slowly.

Especially for universities.

Since the live broadcast of that square.

People in the police stared at a university.

Some people are complaining, some are afraid, and they always feel that something will happen.

In the cafeteria, many people are talking about this matter.

"Hey? Fanjia, why don't you look scared at all?" Someone asked the next classmate.

The man named Fanjia smiled: "What's so scared, the students of University A, which one is not both good and good, the police are probably anxious to solve the case before they listen to the online remarks, and then again, this matter and we It doesn't matter. "

Someone frowned after hearing what she said: "I don't think it's totally okay, don't you not read the news, how bad that person is doing, and encourage others to commit suicide without saying it, and abet others to infringe, and finally simply Killing the original is not a terrible thing? The most important thing to do now is to cooperate with the police. To be honest, no matter whether we are a criminal or not, we hope to catch the murderer early. I always feel this The murderer has no human nature. "

When the girl said this, she didn't notice the Fanjia beside her. When she looked down, the poisonous light flashed in her eyes ...