National School Prince Is A Girl

"Look at me for 24 hours? Are you sure?" Qin Mo, who didn't understand Bo Jiu's thoughts, smiled lightly, but his eyes were as deep as a star: "At night I will be very tossing, but this is just fine I can practice some of the things I have learned. "

When he said this, his breath was behind her ears, a little hot and a little slow, seemingly intentional.

The discomfort in Bo Jiu's heart was dispelled a lot, and he only led people to continue to move forward.

Anyway, he is just fine.

And she was so obediently led by her.

It always feels like she has to get some cheapness.

After all, when he was young, he still let her lead, before, it seemed that he would only glance at her.

Now this is good, she is leading, he will follow her.

Whatever the reason, the feeling of happiness is the same.

Qin Mo really does not break free, probably even strange to himself.

Or it is the indulgence of the beloved prey, so tolerate yourself temporarily becoming an obedient domestic pet.

After all, the other party claims to be the gold owner.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo's eyes crossed a trace of playfulness.

I have never seen such a pure gold owner.

It tastes sweet in the mouth.

He really felt interested in those books.

Today it is possible to do a good research.

Bo Jiu didn't know what the person behind him was thinking, but he knew that even if he changed his appearance, the temperament of the great god would not change. After taking out two black masks, he walked out of the plane aisle and signaled the great god to bow his head.

Qin Mo glanced at the things in her hand and raised her eyebrows: "It seems that I am in Jiangcheng, which is a bit shameful."

"It's not shameless, you are too hot, and there are too many fans." Bo Jiu probably also knew the temper of the gods now, and added a sentence after saying: "I don't want others to see you, after all, you are mine."

Obviously this sentence played a role.

Because I can see, under the bright light, the man's lips and lips smile.

Qin Mo didn't do it, but his figure pressed down, and the meaning was clear.

After all, in such a position, Bo Jiu didn't need to get up at all. She only needed her finger to move across his ears, and the black mask spread out to cover the beautiful and mixed-race face.

"How is it?" Qin Mo asked casually.

Bo Jiu also put on a mask, and across the black cloth, there was a smile in his voice: "Very handsome."

It's really more arrogant than before.

It must be exaggerated.

What is wrong with such a great god, even if it is dangerous?

In fact, to some extent.

In this way, he just released everything, including some habits of his childhood.

Bo Jiu knew exactly how dangerous it would be for a great god who was not suppressed.

He will not be a rat like Fanjia who can only play tricks in the corners, nor will he be a grudge-like criminal like Ka Wang.

He will do whatever he wants, not subject to worldliness, if he wants to do it, he will do it, as if he had just been on an airplane.

He is more cunning than any mental criminal, like a demon, and even graceful even if he kills.

This is why there will be people who fear his psychological hints, and his personality will change a lot.

Bo Jiu understood everything.

Therefore, she had to hold him, not let go.

Not for who is not hurt.

She knew it was her only beside him.

This person is probably too strong.

So strong that after everyone has lost his memory, the first reaction is to think about his danger.

But no one thought about it, his uneasiness and speculation.

Who you are, why you are here, or who you want to trust.

Faced with so many speedboats and muzzles, he was thinking.

As soon as he thought of this, Bo Jiu's heart would soften, and when he turned his head, he saw that he was arrogant and indifferent, and clearly brought some childishness.

How can it be so cute.

"I want to make you smaller again."

"Huh?" Qin Mo thought at first that he had misheard, and then leaned over to make sure that someone did make a sound, although it was a little small.

Bo Jiu continued to whisper: "I can hold you in my arms and prevent anyone from bullying you."

Bully him?

Qin Mo raised his beautiful eyebrows, but what he looked at was the serious and serious look of the teenager. It was that kind of gaze that kept him from implementing his plan.

In this world, who can bully him?

Really a fool.

But why, just don't want to go.

The only explanation Qin Mo found was that his interest in her had not diminished, and that was all.

Two people walked out of the terminal side by side without waiting for any luggage, so they were faster than the others.

It's just that holding hands that don't shy away, still let many people look back.

The appearance of the two people was pretty good, and wearing a mask to share did not allow this item to be reduced, but instead added a sense of fashion.

A girl sighed: "This is really the best match I have ever seen. The airport is the airport. I can see two handsome guys in a sudden, or a pair."

Qin Mo listened to the words in his ear and ticked the corner of his mouth.

A couple?

Inexplicably, I felt familiar, but I forgot where I heard it.

Of course, he will not waste on these things.

Because, he has to face what she said, the two of them are friends.

Just outside the airport, an extended version of Rolls Royce was parked in the center of a row of cars in a low-key black, but even so, it was enough to stop a group of people.

After all, there are few cars like this in the whole country.

Where is this young master back?

People are wondering whether Jiangcheng is famous or not.

But I searched around in my head, and I don’t remember who drove the car.

And the man standing in front of the car was also very raw.

A Chinese-British mixed-race old man who looks like he is over sixty years old is very tall and slender. Few people can wear such a classic suit, but this one did.

With a pocket watch in his hand, he looked at it from time to time, like the noble deacon that only appeared in the comics, and brought wisdom from all over his body.

Is there any big crew making movies here?

Or is it because Christmas is coming?

After all, this is too unrealistic.

However, in the next second, the old man smiled, looked at the international exit kindly, and his eyes fell a little, and the very gentleman opened the rear door and made a request.

It was only then that people noticed that two people came out there, both wearing masks, but with extraordinary temperament, and wanted to take a few photos.

When Bo Jiu saw this scene, his heart was full of waves.

After all, she didn't expect that Grandpa Butler would drive such a car.

Fortunately at Fifth Avenue.

But this is Hua Xia, so dazzling.

Bo Jiu almost has a hunch that they will appear online tomorrow, which is really ... Fortunately wearing a mask.