National School Prince Is A Girl

When I just heard the tearing, Fan Jia was still secretly happy, and finally solved this thing.

But when she saw something falling on the ground, her face suddenly changed!

That is a photo.

The photo should be taken with Polaroid, the color is very vivid.

In the photo, the sun is just right.

A little girl wearing a little tiger's clothes was rushing towards a little boy, and she smiled very nicely, as if she was stained with sugar.

The little boy was very cold, and his expression was difficult to describe, but he reached out and supported the little girl's waist, as if she was afraid that she might get on herself, or that she might fall on her own, even the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, but not I hate it, but a little helplessness.

It's easy to think of the ancient Chinese poem: "Concubine's initial rebirth, Zuohuamen pre-play, Lang riding a bamboo horse, and making green plums around the bed,"

In fact, this is not the subject of the photo.

But in the group photo, a sentence written in beautiful italics: "If there is a god, I hope this stupid wearing a tiger's clothes will have a happy life."

It turned out that the amulet was not the one he used to pray for himself from the day he asked for it.

For so many years, he is like a baby who does not want to leave, praying for another person.

That moment.

Fanjia hates it!

The first reaction is to destroy the photo!

But the slender white hand, but she took a step first, held down the photo, let her lift the foot, stepped on his index finger!

Fanjia's strength is great.

Being stepped on like that, it is impossible not to hurt.

But Qin Mo didn't even blink, his beautiful side face was silent in the halo that came in, as if there were only the little girl in the picture in his eyes, his fingertips slipped over the top of her head. Something like a tiger hat suddenly melted away, as if I could hear the sound of the lock being opened.

What he was most afraid of facing was losing this person.

The picture in the photo seemed to be endowed with the lens, and it passed his mind from scene to scene.

She rushed over and hugged him and said, "Indifferent, how much do you cost a catty, I will spend money to buy you."

She refused to go back to sleep at home, holding her small keyboard and saying, "This is my favorite toy. I will give it to you, and you will let me sleep for one night, just for one night."

She is very obedient lying on his bed, it is difficult to imagine that she is so headache, and obedient, always coming back, she will come together: "I hold, you don't want to go back to China, um, I mean Yes, you do n’t have to be so homesick. "

He was ill, and even the grandfather didn't notice. Only she hugged herself, her eyes were red and she didn't cry. She went to a family doctor.

After he caught a cold, he was afraid of infecting her. He put a lot of flower pots in the window intentionally to prevent her from coming back, but the fairy could n’t stop the little tiger. He turned black and had to turn in. Educated him with great effort: "You can't treat your little friends like this."

After finding every reason to sleep with him, every time he eats, he will give him what he likes. He will definitely see her bring him the next day.

Even if her grandfather didn't know what he was interested in, she knew very well.

She smiled, her eyes were red, and when she grew up, she reached out and pressed him against the wall, with a slightly hooked corner of her mouth.

It was never anyone.

It was always the fool who used him as a girl when he was a kid ...

Fanjia noticed Qin Mo's strange behavior, and was about to speak, trying to use language to make psychological hints.

What she didn't expect was that she hadn't waited until she opened her mouth.

Bang!

A poker card flew over and cut her face very sharply.

Fan Jia looked pale, watching the man stand up slowly from the ground with the photo, even trembling with her eyes.

She doesn't believe it.

No one can unlock the secret key!

This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

But the cold emanating from the man made Fan Jia really feel what is called fear.

The poker with his fingertips was drawn towards her again, this time by cutting her wrist.

Fanjia has never been so close to death as he is today.

She could see that he really moved.

When the man came out of the light and shadow, Fan Jia already knew that she was about to finish.

Because that no longer looks like the eyes of a person controlled by psychological cues.

Rather, he used to be cold, abstinent, and high above.

Fanjia stepped back a few steps, so that he was not a surprise to her, but a demon.

He looked at her without a trace of temperature, and it was as cold as he did after taking off her, casual tone: "Is it you, do you want to imitate her?"

Fan Jia almost couldn't get away that time.

Because of this, she hated z even more and thought of many ways to let z die.

But that person has always been like this.

Fanjia gritted her teeth and took a deep breath: "I do so much because I like you, why you don't know how to pity me."

Qin Mo's voice was very weak: "After killing someone to take someone else's things, he also said that he was pitiful. Oh, why should I give my pity to someone who is not as good as a beast?"

Fan Jia reached out and covered her ears: "I just like you, I just like you, how can you say that to me!"

"Do you really want to say that you are innocent?" Qin Mo slowly turned the playing cards in his hand.

Fan Jia grabbed his hand: "Isn't it?"

"You can go to hell and ask those who were killed by you, because you have people who can't be blamed, all innocent?" Qin Mo moved.

Another poker sound!

Fanjia's other wrist was also cut.

She suddenly realized that her hands would be wasted!

"How can you be so cruel!" Fanjia's face was twisted: "Why didn't you just kill me!"

Qin Mo's eyelids lifted: "My hands only kill people, and you are not well-suited."

Fanjia seemed crazy when she heard the last sentence.

But at this time, I did not know what gesture Qin Mo made just outside.

A group of plain clothes rushed in from the outside!

Reached and held her!

Fanjia struggled: "You have the ability to kill me, kill me!"

"Life in prison is more suitable for you than I killed you." Qin Mo looked sideways, his eyes cold: "You can rest assured that you will not die, nor will you come out, don't you like to play drowning tricks, Then give it a try in prison. "

Fan Jiawen said, her face changed a lot, she understood Qin Mo's meaning, he wanted her to experience the feeling of dying every day, he abandoned her hands, just to let her have no resistance in prison.

What is the place of the prison, where there is no eating at all!

Probably Fan Jia was crying too much.

A plainclothes shook his head: "It's also pitiful."

Qin Mo leaned his head and swept towards this side: "Feel her pitiful?"

"I think ..."

I heard a voice rang from behind: "I feel that the murderer is pitiful, I feel that everyone is dead anyway, why do I still let this person pay for his life, I think that harm is nothing, huh, do you know what is the difference between humans and animals, humans? Careful, understand that those in the spirit of the sky will be uneasy, and understand what is called blood debt. If you really feel that she is pitiful, then I will send you a blessing and hope that the people you are closest to will be thrown into the sea and no one will avenge you.

The plainclothes glared, turned around and wanted to refute, but found that the person came in a military uniform.

That was Tang Shao. He still smiled as before: "I don't know. Now people in the system just say that the deceased is a pitiful pitiful person. There are many people killed by Fanjia, among which are our Comrades, if you do n’t worry about her life in prison, you can, get your things cleaned up today, move to prison, and take care of her, how good. "

The plain clothes froze at once.

After he looked at the side face without any hint of laughter, cold sweat soaked the entire back.

Qin Mo was standing opposite Tang Shao.

Both men are long-sleeved, but one is wearing military uniform and the other is wearing a windbreaker, with diametrically opposite styles.

In front of them, Fan Jia's means could not be used at all.

"I still have something." Qin Mo raised his eyes and said to Tang Shao: "Can't go back with you."

He knew that Tang Shao reached out and rubbed his eyebrows: "How many days?"

"After the Asian Games." Qin Mo's voice did not change.

Tang Shao raised an eyebrow: "You know I am responsible for this case." If it were someone else, he shouldn't be like this.

"If you want to catch me, who will pick you up besides you." Qin Mo's tone was as natural as he was talking about the weather.

Tang Shao smiled: "Qin Shao's fallacy, do I look like such a man?"

Qin Mo carelessly, in fact, his eyes have been looking down: "Tang Shao seems to have misunderstood himself."

Of course, such eyes cannot escape Tang Shao's eyes, and Qin Mo does not intend to hide them.

"Forget it, it was my dowry to send z." Tang Shao moved to the left and gave way, and all the same plain clothes also put away the guns in his hands.

Fanjia didn't want to be put in prison like this, she would rather die.

But heaven is good.

As Tang Shao said, there are always people who have to do something to let the undead dead, let those who have been robbed of things, not fair, get fair.

Of course, selfish people will always make excuses for themselves.

Reversing black and white, and being good at lying. When I was young, I could describe other people's things as my own in order to get attention. When I was older, I could kill an individual and feel at ease.

Anyway, after a long time, you can be forgiven.

Anyway, there are a lot of people who offended them.

But the same.

In this world.

There will always be a group of people who know to be in awe.

As Mandela said, if the sky is dark, then survive in darkness, if you are consciously unable to shine, then curl up in the corner.Do n’t justify darkness because you ’re used to it, do n’t be proud of yourself, do n’t ridicule people who are more brave and enthusiastic than yourself, we can be humble as dust, not distorted as maggots.

The sky will always be bright.

No matter how dark it used to be.

Bo Jiu did not believe this sentence before.

Because it's too hard to be alone.

No one can understand what you are talking about, let alone what you are missing.

Later, there was always someone who, when she was sad, gently hugged her in her arms and asked her in a low voice: "Are you a fool?"

Bo Jiu felt that she could no longer find such a person, and she was venomous and tender.

She has thought about many, pure white people who cannot make lights.

Because it is too fragile to withstand the slightest waves.

Unlike that person, like the Kunlun Mountains, not only lights up, but also the shadow of the sun and the moon.

So, then, so much.

Bo Jiu knew that he had lost some of his consciousness and leaned his head on the steering wheel. He didn't know why he was still angry.

Just about to move, but found that the door was pulled open.

Immediately followed by a slightly cold embrace.

Bo Jiu couldn't open his eyes, but his nose was easy to use. The familiar mint and tobacco fragrance made her feel that she must have been confused before she could have the illusion of being held in her arms.

Or maybe she missed someone too much.

Bo Jiu told himself that.

But his forehead was put on by a cool thing.

Then, holding her strength a little tighter.

She hadn't waited for her confused thoughts to sum up what was going on.

The most familiar voice came from his ear: "Bo Xiaojiu."

Ok?Is calling her name.

"Are you a fool?" Qin Mo was angry with herself. Since she was recovering from memory, she certainly knew why she had such a high fever. Her body was half against her, and she measured it on her forehead. It was all hot by that temperature.

Bo Jiumei's heart was wrinkled, and she was called a fool when she didn't want to be ill, let alone a real god?It's impossible to think about it.

Think about it like this, you have to move.

But someone took her one step first and held her hand, holding her whole person as if trapped in a warm embrace, as if afraid that she would be frozen, she took her hand and stuffed it straight in In his clothes, the palm was on his skin, and his fingertips were not cold anymore.

Bo Jiu didn't see Qin Mo's face at this time.

I do n’t even know that the younger Qin Daqiao, who is above, is heating her in this way.

The only person who knows all of this is Lamborghini Black. It really has no eyes to watch, and what makes it unexpected is that the big devil usually looks cold and nobody smells.

Actually, he would warm the owner in this way.

It's cold outside now.

Take the person's hand directly and stuff it into his clothes.

Just to make the host a little more comfortable.

Ma egg, even now it believes that the devil really loves his owner.

It is indeed true love.

Because there was a faint word, soft and very light: "I'm sorry."

Words for readers: I have recovered my memory, and the text is almost over. The first one is when I was a child of Mo Jiu, Si Geng, An, um, I love you very much.