National School Prince Is A Girl

In the room, Qin Mo was standing by the window, unbuttoning the button on his shirt with one hand.

His eyes were deep, and only looking at the handsome side face, he couldn't see what kind of emotion he was.

What Bo Jiu saw when he walked in was this scene, wondering if the Great God was tied up by her and was unhappy, thinking about going back to China.

Probably noticed her location.

Qin Mo's figure came to his side, copying his trouser pocket with one hand, his eyes half-lifted: "Jin Lord Baba, is this free again?"

The mocking of the voice was obvious.

The eyes of the great god when she called her golden master Baba, especially like the assassin watching the blue baba ...

Bo Jiuqing coughed and took another step forward: "Just below, Mo brother didn't eat anything. The steward grandfather made good steaks. Mo brother can try it. If you don't get used to it, I still Unique cooking skills. "

Qin Mo looked at what the man was holding, and did not speak or show any expression of rejection.

Bo Jiu's eyes lit up, and he knew Qin Mo a little bit. If the great god really didn't like it, even his eyes would say refusal, and there would be apathy from inside to outside.

That kind of indifference to a thousand miles.

Bo Jiu has seen it before, and is worried that the indifference of the Great God will be used on her one day.

It now appears that there is still salvation.

Bo Jiu's mouth was ticked, holding a fork and a piece of cut steak, and fed it to Qin Mo's mouth.

Qin Mo first glanced at her, then opened his mouth and ate the steak, only to feel that the pressure on his chest was not so heavy.

Bo Jiu looked at Qin Mo and thought that it would be so wonderful to feed the people he likes.

Take time to feed more.

Thinking of this, Bo Jiu raised his thin lips and fork a piece of steak and handed it over.

Watching the man drop his eyes to eat, it looks really handsome looking like a manga.

Bo Jiuzheng was happy, but unexpectedly he had already touched the thin lips of the meat block, but suddenly changed direction and met her.

Look at the past from this angle.

You can only see Bo Jiu's body holding the tray.

Qin Mo was different. She clasped her head with one hand and her waist bar was half bent. She didn't intend to end the kiss hastily.

There was a blank in my mind.

After the end.

Bo Jiu's body has not changed.

Qin Mo's forehead rested on her, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Forget the person you knew when you were a kid."

"Huh?" Bo Jiu recovered, "What?"

"Forget him." Qin Mo repeated this sentence.

Bo Jiu wanted to say that it was a little difficult, and didn't know how to speak. Finally, he reached out and hugged the person, without answering the question. He still had a smile in his voice: "Brother, are you jealous?"

"Oh, what kind of jealousy do I eat?" Qin Dashen's words are both casual and indifferent: "I'm reminding you not to be so stupid, you have been routine since childhood."

Bo Jiu wanted to laugh a little, but he swallowed his head. After all, listening to the gods hacking themselves is really a pleasure.

"Bo Xiaojiu, be more serious." Qin Mo reached out and squeezed the teenager's neck, like she was very dissatisfied that she was perfunctory when he was so serious.

But after hearing the title, Bo Jiu suddenly raised his eyes: "What did you just call me?"

"Bo Xiaojiu." Qin Mo's voice was very weak: "Aren't you surnamed Bo?"

"Yes, my surname is Bo." Bo Jiu repeated this sentence. At that moment, it seemed to be back to the past. The boy in a small suit and like a prince basically saw her every time, the beautiful and cold little face. Will bring out a look to educate her, even calling her with her first name and surname: "Bo Xiaojiu."

This name made Bo Jiu smile abruptly, and looked at Qin Mo with a bit of suffocation: "Mo brother, you yell again."

Qin Mo looked at her, and after a long time, he reached out and flicked on her head: "Boy rogue, when you say this, should you put your waist away first and eat tofu very well?" Happy? "

"It's okay." Bo Jiu didn't let go: "You just kissed me. I'll hug you for a moment. Tell the truth, brother, don't be too double."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "You are tying me, so you think you can do whatever you want? Gold Lord Baba."

Bo Jiuwen said that he let go of his hand and thought of it too.

Even if you really want to get in, you have to wait until she gets the medicine.

Qin Mo walked steadily to the desk: "Talk about the case first."

"Yes." Bo Jiu lowered the dinner plate, turned on the computer, and retrieved the information.

Qin Mo looked at the pictures above, each of which looked like some information network, which penetrated into his mind, forming a blurry picture.

"Most of the Chinese living abroad are foreign students. They live alone, have no boyfriends, are not outstanding in appearance, and have ordinary family conditions. Check their online preview records before they die."

Qin Mo's voice is very weak, but he points directly to the center: "Since their circle of friends is not rich, the way to stare at them should be on the Internet."

"I think so too." Bo Jiu shook the USB flash drive in his hand: "So I checked it before I came, it was safe to preview the record, but there was one thing I didn't want to understand."

Qin Mo looked towards Bo Jiu: "Which point?"

"These numbers." Bo Jiu transferred one of his chat tools, and a series of Arabic numbers appeared on the dialog box.

The deceased responded to each other with numbers.

Only one or two sentences are added, just forget it.

But it was written in this form.

This makes Bo Jiu intuitively feel strange.

and……

"All the deceased's chat records have these contents."

Bo Jiu tapped the space bar and switched to another page: "This is the same, for example, this string of numbers, 8464, 7486, 64, 54, 94, 2264, 96 ... What does it mean, Sherlock code?"

"No." Qin Mo's eyes were a little deep: "It's not like that. This is really where they get a communication method. If they communicate in this way, the other party will respond, but this is not a Sherlock code. "

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "So sure?"

Qin Mo's voice is very slow: "Do you think anyone will know how to read Sherlock Holmes? Even if it is a murder, it must be easy for people to come in. This is the murderer's idea."

Bo Jiu left his side with half of his face, somewhat lazy, like what little master is thinking about.

Not a Sherlock code, what would it be?

simple?

Like 1314?

Think of this.

Bo Jiu inexplicably thought of those codes of the Great God.

He looked at Qin Mo, who was still staring at the numbers on the screen.

She hadn't thought that after the god knew her identity, she would sit next to her.

Probably all thanks to her, she cleverly tied the great god back home, cool!

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