National School Prince Is A Girl

As early as when she decided to tie up the gods, Bo Jiu expected that once she started to reveal the details.

Great God will doubt her identity.

No, it's not right, it should be said that the great god will definitely be her identity.

Because before that, the Great God had investigated her many times.

There are countless temptations for those who are specially assigned to her, all of which indicate that the great god suspected that she was z.

Only in China, she accounted for the light of rebirth.

But now ... how would she explain her familiarity with the streets of newyo.

There is the little black parked downstairs, the smart Lamborghini, and the old castle now.

The Great God will not believe that the Fu family will be so rich.

In fact, she couldn't figure out anything.

Anyway, everyone was tied.

What are you afraid of.

At this time, Bo Jiu was simply pressed against the wall. Once there was no intention to flinch, instead, his mouth was half-hooked, and there was a bewitching voice in his voice: "Brother Mo, have you guessed my identity?"

"I let you speak for yourself." Qin Mo's thin lips are close to Bo Jiu's ears.

When Bo Jiuyi turned his head close, he could be kissed. He had to maintain that posture, raised his eyes, and even with his eyelashes dyed the wetness of the eyelashes: "I am Z, the one you always wanted to pursue z. "

Qin Mo's finger paused as if he had stopped there.

Bo Jiu appreciated the rare pause of the Great God and reached out to wrap Qin Mo's neck around: "So Brother Mo, don't think about running away, I will also house people."

Qin Moju looked down at the gleaming mole, then stiffened the back of his hand, pushed the person away, and directly pulled up the bathroom door.

When Bo Jiu was pushed by Qin Mo, he almost fell and stood outside the door, looking at the closed wooden door, when his head hung down, there was a trace of loneliness.

Such a big reaction?

I was disgusted.

Bo Jiu looked at his hand, too, who would like a kidnapper.

In addition to the kidnapper, she and his former rivals.

Bo Jiuyou thought about the reaction of the great god after his identity burst out.

I can imagine how much.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the door that had been pulled up again.

Listen to the clattering inside.

After a pause, he took a heavy step and walked out of the room.

In the bathroom.

Qin Mo closed his eyes as if someone was entangled with him. When his thin lips moved, it was like a silent invitation, confusing like a water demon.

However, it is clear that it is not suitable to do something now.

Gradually, the restless breathing stopped.

Qin Mo dragged a white scarf, wrapped it around his waist bar, and wiped the black wet hair, only to find that someone was gone.

Qin Mo's eyes sank.

It seems that his "golden master dad" did not consciously bind people at all.

Father Jin is also troubled by Father Jin.

Bo Jiu has never suffered so much, so if he can't think about it, he will wash the car.

As a top sports car, Xiaohei said rejection throughout his body.

"Master, put down the bucket of water in your hand, I think we should have a good chat first." The intelligent navigation waved out.

Bo Jiu propped his chin, meaning he was not in a mood to chat.

Navigation knows his master the most. Before the bucket of water splashed on himself, he opened in advance: "How to get rid of the goblin you like, I have a way!"

Bo Jiu collected the bucket and copied the trousers pocket with one hand. Hanger Lang was very serious: "You talk about how to get it done?"

"I just searched the Internet, there are many ways, but I summed it up through the computer, and it can basically be divided into three steps." Intelligent navigation is very important: "Kiss him, hug him, get on him!"

Bo Jiu picked up the bucket again and poured it onto the body of Lamborghini with a clatter: "Little black, don't read the colored novels in the future."

"Master, you wait, really, wait again." It really doesn't want to be washed again: "There is a more euphemistic approach, the first step is to confess!"

Bo Jiu leaned his head for a moment and said, "It's quite reliable."

"The second step is to create romance." Intelligent navigation continues to fluctuate.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What about the third step?"

"You can lie in bed and chat, and when the atmosphere is good, you can go one step further and take him down with a beauty plan."

Bo Jiuwen heard and patted the body of Lamborghini: "Not bad."

Xiaohei: ... their master is really chained by a goblin, hey.

Bo Jiu felt that she should really become more and more courageous, as long as the Great God didn't let her go, she didn't have to leave at all.

Even that attitude is a bit cold.

But after all, she was tied up, and it was strange to warm up.

Bo Jiu raised his leg and went upstairs again.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard that deep and pleasant voice rang again: "How? Lord Jin's father is free to tease me again?"

Bo Jiu smiled, jumped onto the bed, looked at Qin Mo, very free and easy.

Qin Mo didn't anticipate this guy's movements. The man was so close to himself that he could breathe.

He leaned on the head of the bed, and she was at his hand. If it weren't for the door, there was always a butler walking back and forth.

He probably abolished the handcuffs a long time ago, letting someone appreciate the consequences and flicking his consequences.

"Go on." Qin Mo's voice was very weak, but his eyes did not look at the person in front of him.

Bo Jiu pressed one hand on his lap with a tick in the corner of his mouth: "Why doesn't Brother Mo ask me why?"

"Ask you, will you tell the truth?" Qin Mo turned his face to his side without any emotion.

Bo Jiu whispered: "It's a bit long to say. I woke up and changed my identity. I became the master of the Fu family, and I didn't mean to deceive you deliberately."

"You mean you became another person?" Qin Mo already knew all this, and now he speaks, just to make the teenager maintain this posture longer.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes: "I know something is not credible, but the fact is indeed true, well, we do not talk about such unpleasant topics, or brother, you ask me why I should tie you."

The old housekeeper was guarding the corner outside. After hearing the words of his young master, he said, "Why don't you mention which pot?"

as predicted.

Qin Mo's voice faded: "Why."

"Because I like you so much." Bo Jiu's eyes were bright and his smile was clear: "I can't control myself."

Qin Mo's heart was shocked.

This guy fouled again.

Through Qin Mo's handsome face, Bo Jiu couldn't see what emotion he was now, taking advantage of his lack of attention, leaning his head and kissing his cool lips.

Bo Jiu flashed when he wanted to kiss, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to be pushed away.

But just when she wanted to retreat.

Just listen to a clatter.

It is the sound of the chain sliding.

The wrist was held, and even the kiss became a hot body.

Constantly being attacked, as if all the air was sucked away, the numbness exploded from the tip of the tongue, and the waist was taken away.

In the breath, it was his staggered breath that fell behind her ears: "Do you think I will be a good person to make fun of?"

Bo Jiu waited for the strength to gather, a little afraid to meet his eyes, and turned his head: "No."

"But ..." Qin Mo hugged the man in his arms and buried his face in her delicate white neck: "Also see the mood."

Bo Jiu's eyes lit up, is there room for discussion?

"First of all, you locked me like this, I was very uncomfortable." Qin Mo's tone was very weak: "Unlock me."

Bo Jiu felt that the great god was too cunning, and he was just using a handsome man.

No response.

Qin Mo opened his mouth again, and his voice was cold: "You tied me back and threw me here. If you want to control it, you can control it. If you don't want to control it, you don't care. If you don't open the lock, you can't justify it. , I do n’t think you can keep me? You did n’t give me the medicine, the effect is still going on? ”

"I open the lock." Bo Jiu looked up: "But Brother Mo, after I unlock it for you, don't go. The grandfather of the housekeeper can cure your hand. If you really want to leave, I will let you go when it is cured. "

Qin Mo touched her face with her finger and said something that was not right: "Sometimes, you are really a fool."

Bo Jiugang wanted to refute.

"I promise you." Qin Mo took his hand back, the appearance of your son, Qingxian abstinence.

When Bo Jiu moved his finger, an extra key came out of his fingertip, and then he listened, clattering, and the iron chain opened.

Qin Mo leaned there, his long legs half-curved, and twisted his wrist twice, his eyes still deep.

"Without strength, help me get up."

Upon hearing this, Bo Jiuyi was more certain that the current great god was indeed less dangerous, and he followed his hand.

But the old housekeeper standing outside frowned, was it really that he gave the young master too much medicine, so that this manpower had not yet recovered.

The old housekeeper pushed his glasses and decided to observe.

In some respects, Qin Mo deserves to be the son of An Yinghou, who leans on Bo Jiu's body, and does not change his mind, as if he really has no strength.

What Bo Jiu thought of, asked, "Is it particularly tiring when you took a shower?"

"Huh." Qin Mo responded.

Bo Jiu again said: "Let the housekeeper grandpa help Mo Ge to manage his hands first."

Qin Mo didn't speak.

Bo Jiu thought, after a while, she had to go to Xiaohei and let her use a beauty plan, but it was her who got the beauty plan.

Fortunately, to some extent, the Great God cannot leave.

Bo Jiu didn't forget the main purpose of binding the great god, and brought people directly to the old housekeeper.

When the old housekeeper looked at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo is trying his best to converge his sharp edges, and his thin lips are still pale, which adds a lot of fragile colors to him.

"Young Master, take this guest to the basement." The old housekeeper took the oil lamp and walked towards it first.

Bo Jiujiu stood upright, and could not see Qin Mo's lip corners faintly when he lowered his eyes.

As for why Qin Mo wanted to do this.

It's very simple.

The first is that he enjoys the feeling of being held in the palm of someone now.

Second, he wanted to know her.

Obviously, stay here to do it.

Another point is also crucial.

She never completely put down her defenses against him, so she did not believe that even if she unlocked him, he would not leave.

Click.

The old housekeeper pressed the light.

This only shows that the basement has a complete operation equipment, and even various instruments and some human organs in the container.

"Please." The old housekeeper took it seriously, and it was really confusing.

It is estimated that only Qin Daqiao is the one who can do nothing in front of him.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and said to Bo Jiu: "How do you make me believe that you don't want to solve me, but to treat my hands."

"It doesn't make sense to study you." The old housekeeper's voice was calm: "Master Qin, you are a friend brought by the young master, and trusting the master of the old castle is your only situation now."

Qin Mo took his eyes back: "If I don't cooperate?"

The old housekeeper collected the pocket watch: "I am not happy to heal you."

Bo Jiu looked up at these two inexplicably, then looked at Qin Mo's profile, remembering the great god's amnesia, and suddenly said: "Mo brother, are you afraid of lying like this Bed? "

Qin Mo twitched his finger, and said at the beginning: "Joke, what am I afraid of."

To get along with the great god, we must learn to reverse thinking.

If you are not afraid, then you must be afraid.

Bo Jiu reached out and took Qin Mo's hand: "Brother Mo, I'm watching you here, and my castle is very safe, no one will come."

Qin Mo's eyes swept across the teenager's face: "If you dare to take a step ..."

"You threw me through the window." Bo Jiu's words were good.

Qin Mo seemed to smile.

Bo Jiu is not sure, after all, the light here is a bit dark.

"it is good."

After hearing this word.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and looked at the old man: "Grandpa Butler."

The old housekeeper snorted and began to prepare the tools. While moving his hands, he asked, "Have you ever had surgery on the injured hand?"

"Yes." Qin Mo was very polite at this time.

The old butler reached out and pressed his white bandaged wrist.

moment.

A thin layer of sweat spread on Qin Mo's forehead.

The old housekeeper's eyes sank, worse than he thought.

Bo Jiu observed the old man's expression, and his heart fell.

The old housekeeper did n’t want to see the young master disappointed, so he manipulated the operating lamp: "Although the injury was severe and the cultivation was not enough later, it was not completely incurable. I lie down and let me do anesthesia first."

Qin Mo did what he said. He lying on the operating table still wore the white shirt before him, just like a nobleman, even in a graceful posture.

It was just that the old housekeeper had problems as soon as he had the operation.

Because he had used a lot of anesthetics and sleeping ingredients in that needle, but the man who was lying on the bed had no intention of falling asleep.

The old housekeeper's eyes narrowed, a sharp flash over his eyes.

Then he stopped his hand and said, "Sorry, Mr. Qin, I have something to talk to the young master alone."

The old housekeeper did not give Qin Mo a chance to refuse. He reached out and pulled Bo Jiu to the side. The voice was low, so low that only two people could hear: "Young Master, do you think he really hasn't retreated?"

Bo Jiu looked down and looked at his hand again: "Leaving early, his drug resistance is very strong, I know that the housekeeper grandpa, Mo brother is to let me lower my vigilance while thinking about taking the opportunity to go."