National School Prince Is A Girl

Breakfast was unexpectedly generous.

Bread, fruit, and milk are all fresh.

Bo Jiu held the milk and looked at the great god sitting opposite her.

The conditions here will of course not allow any European-style dining tables or the like.

But the sunshine is too good, even if two people are standing one by one, one is sitting, you take a bite, I take a bite, the corners of the mouth are sweet.

Very simple life.

Probably because no one knows them here.

So there is no need to disguise.

Are the most natural state.

Qin Mo leaned there with his upper body in a very casual stance, but because of the length of his two legs, he looked very handsome, plus the preciousness of his body.

When people looked at it alone, they thought it was a kind of enjoyment. He tore the bread, dipped it in jam, and fed it directly to someone.

Someone feels delicious.

He just tried.

Bo Jiu didn't realize that he had become a great god and tried to eat the white mouse.

Eating bread in a big mouth, his cheeks bulged.

Eating is the happiest thing.

Qin Mo also found that she would feel delicious if this guy fed her.

Even Qin Mo didn't realize that he raised his lips.

Qin Mo, with an appetite, ate a lot unexpectedly.

He found one of the benefits of this toy again, and it looked like he was eating.

This way of eating, two people basically solved breakfast in two or three.

After Bo Jiu finished drinking the milk, he picked up the hair dryer and reached for the figure that the god wanted to stand up.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and didn't speak. He felt the hot air above his head. Coupled with the teenager's fingers, he was playing with his hair, knowing what she was doing without thinking.

He leaned back halfway, just looking at the loose sweater she was wearing.

The fragrance of the bath will be more obvious as the hair dryer blows.

I don't know if the sunshine is too good, or the strength is too moderate.

When her wrist was moving, Qin Mo didn't push the person away, and there was a light across the corner of her eye.

Bo Jiu's face was wicked, and it was not easy to see the God so obedient.

Qin Mo is really not suitable for others to rub his hair, his eyebrows are frowned, and his face is a little bit off.

"Don't hide." Bo Jiu gripped it again, and smiled with a lip: "You used to like you to blow your hair the most. I ran over and washed it every time I washed my hair."

Wen Yan said, Qin Mo's eyes deepened, not very happy, and showed no signs of anger.

It's just that he didn't like to hear her talk about things before.

That will make him feel that he is very non-existent now.

Then, Qin Mo moved, reached out and dragged her hand over, dropped the kiss on her fingertips, and touched like a seemingly nothing, covered with demon: "My gold master, really capable."

After talking, Qin Mo stood up, took the plane backhand and threw it directly into the bathroom, as if he did n’t care if it was thrown.

Bo Jiu also realized the coldness of his eyes, but he did n’t seem to have the slightest problem on the surface. Instead, he reached over and grabbed her: “It ’s not too early, do n’t waste time on these little things, I ’m curious. What kind of person I used to be. I went to a place I am familiar with. I should be able to restore some memories. I am very interested in Jiangcheng as you said. "

It should be said that he was very interested in how he and she used to get along ...

A hint of red appeared in Qin Mo's eyes, with a hidden danger.

The danger is not obvious, but it is hidden in the eyes.