National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiu driving in Lamborghini's traffic is obviously a little bit different from before.

The navigation system automatically adjusts and reflects the emotion: "Master, through the communication of the cushion, it tells me that your heartbeat seems to be a bit wrong. Is it just too fast?"

I have to say that Xiao Hei asked the question too much.

It was the first time that Bo Jiu was touched by his chest, and the other party was still a stranger. He always felt a little strange. He stretched his hand and pulled his collar for a while, but it was handsome and evil. "You shut up."

The abandoned little black is unknown. So, it cares about the owner, what's wrong?

Bo Jiu's face was still hot. He simply rolled the car window down and stretched out one hand. His black hair was messed up and the gradual and indistinct face became clearer in the moonlight.

After all, in order not to leave traces, she had to remove the black feather mask on her face.

There are no more police cars in these four weeks.

This also shows that absolute security.

But Bo Jiu did not take it lightly,

It wasn't until she drove to the black and blue phone booth that she pressed the black strap on her wrist.

There was a clatter.

The shape of the telephone booth changed, forming a circular arch.

When Bo Jiu drove in.

I saw that there was a person sitting there. He was holding a cup of coffee in his hand and a pure white sweater. He was leaning his head and looking at the moonlight outside. He was slender and tall, and his face was fair and beautiful. The man was hearing After the sound, he turned his eyes and said, "I'm back?"

"I almost couldn't come back." Bo Jiu supported the door with his hands, so he jumped out, and the posture on the floor was very handsome. When he looked at the man again, there was a little light in his eyes: "This group of people know that they are right for me It ’s really abominable to use a handsome man. Do you mean, Hoshino? "

When Hoshino heard the words, he chuckled softly, and sounded the innocent figure he had seen on the avenue: "Which type do you like?"

"Well, it's okay, pure." Bo Jiu took a can of chocolate milk and dipped it in his mouth, his eyes dark: "Unfortunately, he didn't see his face clearly."

Hoshino took a sip of coffee: "He has nothing to do with the purity of your mouth." The person in that school, even wearing a school uniform, as long as standing there, will form a sense of oppression, how deep inside is unpredictable, about z The word pure is pressed on him.

Hoshino I just listened, after all, only z would think so.

But Bo Jiu was thinking more, and the more he felt right, after drinking a jug of milk, he threw it away, a very handsome action, and then looked back: "I am still being so cut for the first time."

Hoshino was clear: "I will check his identity."

"It really should be checked. Where did the police station find such a person, with such strong computing power, and connected hands ..." At this point, Bo Jiu paused and took a chocolate bean into his mouth: "Hua Xia soldiers, it seems not easy to check."

When Hoshino heard the words, his fingers paused: "Have you ever played?"

"Huh." Bo Jiuman leaned back casually.

Hoshino twitched with a frown: "Are there any injuries?"

"It's not enough to be injured, that is." Bo Jiu paused and smiled again: "It's nothing. Let's meet again and see who the other party is."

She had to let her know what the face of the person who took advantage of her ...