National School Prince Is A Girl

When Coco received the call, he was still doing a live broadcast. After hearing the news, he directly turned off the channel.

"What did you say? Lin Feng ... want to sing ?!" Bitten rabbit ears: "I don't want to participate, refuse, strongly refuse."

"The refusal is invalid, we have a collective activity. We are at the zero point near the club. You and Feng Shang come together." Bo Jiuhua said so, but after receiving the line, she still had some doubts and looked at Lin Feng: "You sing in the end How ugly would it make coco repel you so much? "

Lin Feng put his arm together: "I tell you, this matter is very inexhaustible, and you will soon see that my master is amazing."

Bo Jiu: ... Is it a pride to sing bad now?

After waiting for ktv, Bo Jiu discovered that it was not a bad singing problem!

Instead, every sentence Lin Feng sang was not on the tone. It should have been lowered. He was raised inexplicably, and it was difficult to bring back the tone with coco.

Bo Jiu finally realized that what is called Wu Yin is not lacking. For those who listen to songs, it is a kind of destruction.

How to perform to such a degree to the fans.

Bo Jiu reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, thinking for a moment, and stopped playing the guitar.

"That does not work."

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows: "How come I feel pretty good, you see what I just sang, one is finally being adjusted."

"There are so many in total, you only have one word on the tone." Bo Jiu brought the guitar over and smiled: "How did you do it?"

Lin Feng stopped talking, he always thought he was saying a little more, and the little spade's guitar could be shot towards him.

Coco put the earplugs down and jumped over holding the rabbit, that called a raised eyebrow and exhaled: "What do I say, little spades, you can't let this guy sing, the mountain road is eighteen bends."

Bo Jiu looked at these people: "How is your physical coordination?"

"Taekwondo black belt." Lin Feng is best at kung fu on his legs.

Bo Jiu looked up and down at him: "Since you can't sing, then jump, after jumping, you can still match your mouth."

Lin Feng: ... What the hell.

"What song do young people like now?" Bo Jiu slid back and forth at the ktv song.

Coco and Feng Shang glanced at each other: "You are the youngest."

Bo Jiu paused, then smiled: "It seems like this."

Most of the fans of Dimeng are similar to her.

There are many students.

Don't be so unhappy when you leave.

Bo Jiu slipped the song list, listened to the top three songs, and finally settled on the middle one: "This one."

Coco, Lin Feng, and even Feng Shang paused at that moment, the expression was a little indescribable: "This, this one?"

"Yes, this one." Bo Jiuyi finalized.

The remaining three people have become a lifeless look.

This time, thanks to Weibo.

When Bo Jiu returned to the Qin family, he was still peaceful.

But it's just peace.

When Bo Jiu entered the house.

Aunt Zhang, who came out carrying the tea, tapped her chin behind her, and her voice was low: "Master is in the study."

In this case, Bo Jiu could only turn around and walked directly towards the study.

Inside the study.

Qin Mo's phone is nearing the end.

The magician over there insisted on an answer: "Boss, who is this Master Fu family? This kind of person saves the whole boat, and also knows how to use the surrounding environment to reduce the explosive power to the weakest. Who is he ? Do you really like him? Or do you like the man's ability and want to absorb him? "

I can hear someone saying vaguely: "Are you having a bad brain, the boss's attitude is obviously like people like it?"

"I didn't expect the boss to be a bend. If I knew the boss was a bend, I would pay attention when the troops were showering. No, no. If I knew the boss was a bend, I could get a moon near the water tower. The boss is so handsome, I do n’t think this wave is losing money. "

Qin Mo let the people over there trouble, and finally opened his voice faintly: "Did you finish?"

Four words.

It's so quiet.

"As long as you remember to protect her family, don't say anything other people ask, even if Huang Guohua comes to ask, I still need to check some things. Well, I hung up the phone and someone came in."

Someone did come.

The person who came was Bo Jiu. In the end, there was a bit of imagination, but even if he was guilty, he was still a lazy school: "Mo brother, tea."

Looks like that, how to behave well.

Qin Mo's eyes flicked across the teenager's face, put the phone on the table, leaned back, his left hand was still bandaged, and he was full of abstinence: "When will the wall and the school bully still lean on Is the cat distracting? "

The art of God's poisonous tongue, how did she get it?

"What are you and Lin Feng doing?" Qin Mo tapped his finger on the screen, probably seeing the message on it.

Bo Jiu sat down, his eyes a little deep, still like a prince, even if her sitting posture is not standard: "I want to get a farewell."

After hearing these three words, Qin Mo almost almost guessed the cause and effect, and after a short time, he opened his mouth: "Which day?"

Bo Jiu: "Tomorrow."

Qin Mun gave a cry.

Bo Jiu originally thought this had passed.

Who knows the next second, Qin Mo opened his mouth again: "The next time I want to go out, walk through the main entrance, and the grandpas of the courtyard see it when I cross the wall.

Bo Jiuyi paused and was depressed again. If he said yes, he would not tell her brother Mo. I didn't expect gossip. No matter how old he was, he would be very keen.

"Come here." Qin Mo looked at the teenager's expression and ticked the corner of his mouth.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, propped the table with his hands, and leaned in.

Qin Mo moved his lower body slightly, stretched out his hand, and held the back of the teenager's head.

It was a sweet kiss.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

Lights, starry sky, reflections refracted from the windows, fell in the study, everything seemed unparalleled ease.

It seems that I can hear nothing but heartbeat.

Aunt Zhang, who was secretly observing, did not come in again.

The night is getting darker.

Both of them are in the Qin family.

But I lived in two rooms.

Since Bo Jiu lived in, Qin Mo also seemed to have more work to tell a story before someone fell asleep.

Qin Mo always thought that only children would like this kind of thing.

Obviously, the age of the person sleeping in the bed is not mature enough.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand and pulled the young man's silver hair away from his forehead, his eyes sinking.

Then he paced out of the room and went outside the compound.

Soon, a military vehicle came over from there.

Just listen to it.

A man got down from there.

The man had glasses on his face, and although he was wearing a white coat, there was no way to hook the words of a man and a doctor who looked so evil.

"Boss, the point you asked me to come is really a singularity. People who don't know think that we have some unspeakable secrets."

Qin Mo glanced at him, one-handedly copying his trouser belt, and his body was long and lily: "If you want me to get in the car, leave a place."

The psychiatrist looked at him up and down, and in the end he still couldn't see anything from the face of the handsome man. He sat back, took out the pen, and had a pile of records on his legs.

"today we……"

Just when he was about to speak.

Qin Mo interrupted his words: "Yes, it's very important, so I won't tell you anything about her, you don't have to find a way to put me to sleep, after all, this is a bit difficult for you."

The psychologist gritted his teeth and collected the pen. To be honest, he really wanted to resign, to help the recruits in the army to work harder. Why did he come to the young master to find guilt.

"Then what do you want to tell me." The doctor in my heart has given up.

However, it is not completely abandoned.

After all, no matter what the words can reflect a person's mental state.

But the answer he got was definitely rejected.

Over the years, the reaction of each boss is basically the same.

Qin Mo's slender legs are slightly loose, and he is obviously used to this. The other party sometimes comes to him for psychological investigation from time to time.

"I do have one thing, and would love to hear your analysis."

The psychologist originally planned to write the word "none", but after hearing Qin Mo's words, he immediately stood upright and almost got rid of the pen in his hand.

Qin Mo glanced at him, reminding him with a weak voice: "Be professional, don't let me see your shock."

The psychiatrist tried hard to control his micro-expressions, but the voice still sounded a little excited: "What's the matter?"

"Think about high school students."

The psychologist guessed for a long time that he didn't expect such an answer. What about teasing him?Is n’t this what he wants to hear?

"If a high school student likes to listen to bedtime stories till now, why?" Qin Mo's profile didn't change at all.

The psychiatrist spread his hands: "Isn't this a good analysis? I miss my childhood and lack a sense of security. Such a person is a bit complicated. I don't really know anything, I know everything, but I have a pure land I want to keep , And it is very likely that his pure land is her childhood. "

"That is to say, the four characters of green plum and bamboo are very important to her?"

"Of course." The psychologist thought the inference was simple.

Qin Mo didn't speak anymore, but just looked out of the window. Those deep eyes seemed to deepen a bit, his forehead fell, blocking his expression.

Obviously I have done this analysis.

But when this analysis was said by others, he still unconsciously reached out and pulled away his collar, just sitting on the car seat, his posture was a little more uninhibited than usual, but the corner of his mouth concealed all the laugh meaning.

Therefore, she always thought about leaving.

This time when I went abroad, I also thought that I would never return ...

Continue to make changes, the first three changes of the fourteen.