National School Prince Is A Girl

Lin Feng looked at the hung-up phone, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

Such anxiety, along with the online remarks began to ferment.

As Bo Jiu said, he can recognize the two backs as them, and some fans can even recognize it.

There was already little resistance to voice.

I don't know why, suddenly it got higher again.

When the public relations department found Feng Yi, it was to say this. Someone was controlling it, but which company could not be found.

This is also strange.

Only this time, Feng Yi had no control. He looked at the photo on the Internet and raised his eyes to smile: "Assistant Xu."

"General Feng." The assistant did not expect that one day Feng Yi would look at people like this.

Feng Yi lit a cigarette and caught it in his finger: "Some stories can only be told to people who understand, many people will not understand, how much effort she took to bring Qin Mo back, so Forget it, just come back. "

Assistant Xu always felt that Mr. Feng was a little different.

Feng Shang felt the same way.

His brother is indeed different from before. The chatter is still in front of people, and will not let anyone ask for a cheap seal of the fox from the Dimeng League.

Seems to know what, but can not be recovered.

Feng Shang stammered and asked someone, but he could not ask why.

But happiness is real.

I saw the photo on the Internet.

He and Coco took the other teams together, and they shared their joy on the official blog, all in Aite Spades.

In front of the dining table, Bo Jiu was still thinking of a way to let the great god try to accept it.

Thinking about it and looking for evidence to convince him is the most straightforward.

The man of the Great God was already suspicious, but it is probably even more so now.

It takes a long time to eat hot pot.

Qin Mo looked at the guy who buried his head for him and did not know why. The food in his mouth tasted good.

The old housekeeper also saw this scene.

Young Master Dao, did this bring back a little princess?

Young Master Qin is so big, won't he take the chopsticks by himself?

With a long sigh, the old housekeeper also knew clearly that the words he had told the young master to hold back were basically a waste disposal.

"Hot pot is greasy and Chinese oolong tea is brewed in the pot. Does the young master want to drink it here, or go to the sofa?"

The old housekeeper picked up his pocket watch and glanced at it. Even when he came to Jiangcheng, he did not change his British temperament by half a point.

"Both of these two places are not good. Brother Mo and I went back to the room." Bo Jiu turned over and wanted to draw a tissue and wipe the corners of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, something attached to her face, the fingertips of the Great God, and a little bit touched her lips, the movement was very natural.

In order to facilitate the God to wipe the dirty things for her, Bo Jiu raised her entire face, and she still smiled.

Qin Mo looked at her as she smiled, and she had only one thought at the time.

Why is this prey so cute ...

The old housekeeper stood aside, and he has always been a gentleman. At this time, he can only cough a little: "Then I will go to clean up a room."

"It's too much trouble." Bo Jiuyi smiled, and brought out a bit of bad intentions: "The room is not enough, and Brother Mo and I can sleep together."

Qin Mo looked at the two-story apartment with multiple rooms in front of him. His fingers were still feeling someone's delicate skin, and did not tear through her.

But the old housekeeper took a deep breath. It seemed that he had found such a big house for the young master. It was a little redundant. There were eight rooms. How could it not be enough.

However, the grandfather of the housekeeper knew at this time what his young master thought. With white-gloved hands, he brought the teapot to one end: "I will send it to your bedroom, and I will give Qin Shao another set of pajamas."

"Okay." Bo Jiu's answer was not blushing or beating.

Qin Mo propped his chin beside him, and bent his thin lips without traces.

Never seen such an active prey.

It is also strange.

The old housekeeper was still observing Qin Mo. He was planning to talk to a man, but when he saw something exposed on his neck after the man took off his shirt, his fingers shook and looked in the direction of Bo Jiu .

The reason is this.

It is because he remembered that when he was young, the young master asked for many such amulets.

At that time, she was like a young monk, obviously on Fifth Avenue, but approached a monk.

The sign of the monk is rare.

Seeing this, the old butler turned his gaze back and did not stay too much.

Even so, Qin Mo was aware of it, and after changing to sleep, the black eyes flashed in the light.

The tea was not in a hurry. Bo Jiu saw that the housekeeper grandpa asked her something, and reached out to push Qin Mo into the bathroom.

After hearing this, Qin Mo smiled, the smile was very charming, but there was black fog floating in his eyes: "It's a pity."

"What a pity?" Bo Jiu raised an eyebrow.

Qin Mo's waist was half-curved, and his breath hit her ears: "I thought we would wash together, after all, we are lovers, don't we?"

It's a pity that even you will hide something from me. How can you rest assured that such a prey is by your side?

Thinking of this, Qin Mo's eyes sank again.

At this angle, Bo Jiu couldn't see it and smiled at the waist of the person: "It's not Brother Mo, I found out, how do you like to tease me so much now."

Suddenly hugged by this guy, Qin Mo had no sign at all. After thinking about it, he snorted in his heart.

"I want to wash together." Bo Jiu smiled undiminishedly: "But first I have to talk to the grandfather of the housekeeper. I have to tell him that no matter what you become, you are my little princess Qin."

Qin Mo looked at her, smiled after half a ring, a little cool: "Little Princess Qin?"

How did this guy's title come from?

"Brother Mo, you used to call me the most." Bo Jiu said with a sad face: "You forgot even this, hey."

Hearing that, Qin Mo's mouth ticked off, bringing out an intriguing expression, and then holding someone's waist, breathing layers of people: "You can rest assured that you will forget everything, and you will never forget how you were . "

This guy, who would like to be called a little princess,

Do n’t you lie, do n’t make drafts, hooligan.

Qin Mo listened funny, and the kiss also brought a sense of punishment. She bent down and kissed her thinly at her neck, the breath was a little hot, and it was printed on the fair skin. Can resist the itching.

Bo Jiu's squeezed hands had no place to let go, and finally his back arched up: "Mo brother ..."

"Huh?" Qin Mo lifted from her neck, and Junmei's face brought confusion: "It's okay to talk about things, finish talking quickly, I'm waiting for you in the bathtub, don't you want to wash together?"