National School Prince Is A Girl

The picture now on the screen is the scene where Bo Jiu met Smith.

Iree really didn't associate the two before.

Will it just hit it.

After all, other people also hit Smith.

But obviously the Great God doesn't think so.

Because Ai Rui saw clearly after this scene appeared.

The great god wearing a high school uniform, a faint light appeared in the eyes: "This person is probably z."

"what?!"

Ai Rui can't accept it at all, his favorite resident singer will be z playing with them every day.

That person is like a hacker.

Shouldn't hackers wear a black hooded cedar with a laptop in hand?

"Qin, could you be wrong? I think..."

Qin Mo turned his head, and the sound quality was cold: "Where is the best perspective of the audience?"

"On stage." After all, Eric is a policeman, although his mind is not turning so fast.

Qin Mo's voice didn't fluctuate: "Yes, it's on the stage. Not only can he lock Smith's position anytime, anywhere, but he can't be seen by anyone when he is hunting, because the singer I should have looked at the audience, and at the same time the police ’s actions and location can be seen clearly. If I am z, I will definitely choose to stand on the stage. "

Ai Rui opened his mouth again: "But he is not the only one standing on the stage, there are so many people ..."

"He is most in line." Qin Mo seemed to remember the eyes he had just seen. This time he relied on intuition but not intuition. Until the picture paused again, the man hit Smith.

That kind of collision seems to be random, even if there are too many people to avoid.

In fact, people tend to reflect the psychology of people in the subconsciously inclined arc.

It is not too late to avoid, and 80% of them may have been hit on purpose.

Qin Mo slammed, turned his eyes and said to Eric: "Now, Smith's position."

The people over there shook and suddenly froze: "Smith him, he seems to be out of the nightclub."

After hearing this news, Ai Rui's face changed suddenly, and he rushed out.

Qin Mo didn't stop him, but once again focused his attention on the young guitarist.

Then, pacing and walking in the opposite direction.

Although a little unexpected in small details.

But in the end the development is still in his hands.

z will choose the best perspective and route to act.

That being the case.

Then let the police who cooperate with him this time be a compass.

Just go in the opposite direction to the police.

You should meet that person.

Qin Mo couldn't say how he felt now.

The fingers were a little bit cold from the outside blowing.

But he didn't feel the slightest coldness.

Instead, more emotions were brewing in his chest, which he had never said to others.

Or such associations should not be made.

After all, it is impossible for every hacker to be her.

But that Chinese song completely changed Qin Mo's mood.

On Fifth Avenue.

Not a local.

Almost certainly.

If you are a foreigner, you can never sing that glorious years.

So, will it really be her.

The little tiger he had been looking for for 13 years, but did not know where she went?

As if closing his eyes, a small shadow of that person could emerge.

She rolled on his bed, and when she skinned, she would hold him indifferently.

When the tooth hurts, his left hand was covering half of his face, and he didn't forget to bring him milk.

Seriously saying that he would obey obediently, holding a small money box every day and said he would buy him.

Or when he was asleep, when he looked out of the window, the soft little paw would always stick to his side face, and said softly: "Indifferent, do you want to return to your country, miss your mother? Then you think about it, I will accompany you. "

Like a fool.

Think of him as a girl. She won't roll up her sleeves by herself and hold the small keyboard on the floor.

It's warm like a small stove.

Only, suddenly.

The small heater is gone.

Qin Mo is always thinking.

If he can mature a little, the outcome will be different.

She likes skin already, he is raising children, and indulging her is nothing.

Why did you quarrel with her at that time?

After she disappeared in the first year.

He is still angry.

Angrily, she left as soon as she could, without telling him.

Didn't she think about it, that person did indeed make a mistake, misunderstood her and William and went out to play, and punished him a little, even if it was really a month, three months, half a year.

Can it not take so long.

She probably never understood what he regretted.

What funny things did she see, what delicious snacks did she eat, what kind of friends did she make, did she grow taller, should she still be so skinny, but I do n’t know if anyone gave it when she wanted to eat sugar She buys candy ...

Now that they are so big, they should roll up their sleeves.

You can never take a step and fall.

Qin Mo thought of a pause here, and seemed to smile when he turned his head.

If Ire is allowed to see this scene, he will be speechless in surprise.

Qin Dajin actually laughed! That genius actually laughed?!

Qin Mo did laugh, and he didn't even know why.

Probably as soon as I think of that person, my heart will naturally soften.

90% possible.

Plus the most important point, there is also a tear mole in the eyes of the little tiger.

It ’s just not obvious at that time, if you grow up, it should be pretty ...

"Ah!" Bo Jiu, who was blown by the wind, sneered lazily, and she could totally ignore the small mistakes she made on the stage just now.

I just do n’t know where her old friend found a high school student.

Bo Jiu looks at people's favorite face, and he doesn't know when it was a habit.

Listening to the sound of the police car roaring past, she slightly picked her thin lips, her evil spirits raging, and the knife she held in her hand approached Smith's face that had been copied on the telephone pole.

Smith never thought that he would encounter such a thing when he came out. Now he knows that he is afraid, but he ca n’t change the fierceness: "Do n’t you just want money? I can give it to you now, let me go, otherwise you Get nothing! "

Bo Jiu smiled, his figure lowered: "You think of me as a little bastard on the street? Who told you that I want money? A scum like you should stay in prison, go nowhere, I will give you a chance now. Do you want to die, or do you just tie yourself up and throw me at the door of the police station? "

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