National School Prince Is A Girl

Soon, his hunch came true.

Because the voice of the person behind him came over, with a unique indifference and preciousness: "Go and hand him over to the old head and let the old head deal with it."

"Yes." The magician began to lead people.

The crown prince's eyes are wide open, lying on the trough, why does he airborne, everyone knows!

Do n’t joke, he said hello, and even his uncle was n’t sure which team he was in, and why.

The magician knows what he is thinking by looking at the crown prince's expression. He says, Xiongtai, you are still too tender, and you have to deal with it.

After missing those two people.

Qin Mocai looked down at someone in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and after a while, he said, "Hand over something."

Bo Jiu also wanted to remedy the situation: "What?"

Qin Mo reached out and grabbed the wrist she had copied in her trouser pocket, then picked up her cuffs and pushed it up. Under her palm was the man ’s delicate skin like Wenyu, which was very warm, which made his eyes deep and deep. A lot.

Bo Jiu's face was a little hot, and I didn't know whether it was because of the coolness from that hand or because of guilty conscience.

Anyway, I also knew that I hadn't run away with my mobile phone, so I confessed: "I didn't do anything bad for the army, and I didn't contact the grandfather of the housekeeper."

"No matter who you contact, no communication equipment is allowed here." Qin Mo took the phone out of her cuff, then hooked the corner of her mouth, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes: "You really have the ability. "

This sentence is definitely not praise.

Bo Jiu felt that it was necessary to shirk his responsibilities at this time. Anyway, the prince had an escort from the old head there. He should not be afraid: "The relationship between the prince and the principal is hard." This is the truth.

"Oh?" Qin Mo said slowly: "Your friend will cry when he hears you."

Bo Jiu admitted frankly: "In team battles, it is also a strategy to properly buy teammates to ensure your survival."

"Then what do you think you are in my hands, what are the chances of survival?" Qin Moliang asked indifferently.

Bo Jiu coughed: "I will not commit a second time."

Qin Mo didn't speak anymore.

Bo Jiugang was about to move.

Just listen to the person standing over there and said again: "Come here."

So close, past?

Bo Jiu looked up at the man in front of him, looked around, and found that no one knew, and probably understood the meaning of the great god.

Great God definitely wants her to coax him, absolutely.

She knows what the princesses in the novel are generally thinking about.

Bo Jiu hooked his lips with a smile and embraced Qin Mo's waist with his arms open. Even if the face was black, he also had an unspeakable youthful spirit.

Qin Mo had a meal, and then reached out to encircle the person, probably satisfied, and stretched a lot between his eyebrows.

It's really more and more cute. Bo Jiu originally wanted to stretch his claws and eat tofu. The chance is rare.

Wherever she thought, she hadn't moved her hands, and the familiar breath fell behind her ears, not slow or slow: "Ten laps with a load."

Bo Jiu:… Isn't it just showing off her spoils?

"What dreams are you doing?" Qin Mo pinched the young man's face, not at all powerful. Most of them were spoiled, but he broke someone's fantasy.

Bo Jiu was also puzzled, and the great god was there quietly. When his beautiful man was so good, he had to talk, and he really had no sense of beauty.