National School Prince Is A Girl

But there is such a magical thing in the world.

It was also at that time.

A piece of Buddha's words in the amulet somehow gave out a faint light.

Maybe there is really such a person.

Even if he forgets you, he doesn't remember your appearance, his voice, or even his name.

But when he sees your eyes again, he can still touch your soul.

What you look like

Whoever says it can't be shaken.

You stand there.

The junction of black and white.

Even if it is muddy, there is no clean place on the body.

He will still be different from you.

Because he knows you more than he knows himself.

Because he loves you better than himself.

He has been standing, cleaning everyone, like God reaching the light, standing in the most conspicuous place, not for anything.

Just because, after so many years of searching, I still lost you.

If so, can you find me.

Time has passed a little bit.

Until the eyes that were as dark as the night opened again on September 28, when a beautiful smile hung from the beautiful face.

A z mark appeared on a completely different body.

The gear of fate has re-circled.

z is back.

Similarly, his little tiger is back.

It doesn't matter what you forget about light.

It doesn't matter if you want to become completely black.

There is a person who has been here, in his own way, waiting for the person in his palm.

"The burger still needs coke to be better."

Listen to someone next to you.

Qin Mo squinted, helping the man to roll his sleeve half a circle.

Bo Jiu asked: "Who's phone just now?"

"My mother." After Qin Mo gave her two words, he gave out another hand and handed Coke over.

Bo Jiu uttered, and didn't know what it was, anyway, he was happy when he had something in his heart.

The thing that made her happy was that the grandfather of the housekeeper had already proposed marriage.

It is estimated that it should have been completed long ago. She still believes in the etiquette skills of Grandpa Butler.

Now this matter, the little princess Mo is alone.

This way she can naturally take him to the marriage proposal.

Then she showed him what she was prepared to be romantic.

Everything is perfect.

It is one of the classic tricks of the overbearing president chasing the secret.

There is no pressure for her at all.

Bo Jiu thought of this and smiled evilly: "Go with me?"

Qin Mo, who had known in advance, raised his eyebrows halfway: "Where?"

"Qin's Club." After Bo Jiu finished eating, he lazily slanted: "That location is good, I heard that Zhao Sanfai just happened to be interviewing on the opposite TV station today."

Qin Mo wanted to ask, what does this have to do with your proposal to me.

But when asked, there is less fun.

Qing Jun said with a side face, a faint hum.

Bo Jiu still lowered his head and thought that the surprise to Princess Qin for a while was absolutely enough for him to marry himself.

The more you think, the more obvious your smile.

Such a thing of being happy with yourself and being happy with yourself.

Bo Jiu has not done it before.

Now his arm was over, his eyes were looking out of the car window, his handsome posture, the face reflected, but the tears were flying, and he smiled casually.

Like a kid who finally got candy.

Of course I want to be beautiful for a while.

Qin Mo originally didn't want to laugh. Looking at her like this, she couldn't help but ask: "Is it so happy?"

"Ah? Is there?" The evil spirit at the corner of Bo Jiu's mouth is still: "It must have been something you like to eat."

Qin Mo emptied a hand and pressed it on her head: "Fool."

I am also happy ...