National School Prince Is A Girl

The entertainment company that came to work was afraid of Qin Mo's words.

Qin's, they can be shot with just one shot.

Both money and resources are top notch in the whole circle.

And ... fiances ... cough cough cough!

One can imagine the scene where many entertainment company CEOs were choked.

At that time, the special assistant only looked at him with a smile, and said that what he was showing off was not the focus of his young master's speech.

The point is to be proposed.

Mr. Qin is to let the entire business district know that he is now famous ...

Mr. Li, who was asked by Qin Mo how to raise his younger brother, never received follow-up questions.

Some people do not change their minds and want to contact Bo Jiu alone.

I finally found out that I was too stupid and naive.

Some people really aren't the ones the media wants to follow.

The compound is not for anyone who wants to enter.

Those big hands who had abdicated often saw the Qin boy often take his children out for a walk.

Occasionally let the child help to move the flowers, and by the way, ask the last sentence: "Did you write your homework?"

As a person who was used to being free-range, every time Bo Jiu was asked this kind of question, he felt stiff for a while: "We can actually talk about something else."

After going to school, Bo Jiu didn't go to bed, took the book, and reviewed under the meaning.

Not every time after returning home, the great god asked her what she learned today, and she couldn't answer a word.

Huang Mao from No. 2 came over again to find someone.

The general idea is that he should study hard.

Bo Jiu was shocked, and looked Huang Huang up and down: "Reading? Are you?"

Huang Mao, you can study hard for the person you love. I can't express my expression: "Who wants to take a better university, let me work harder."

Bo Jiu uttered: "Who?"

"You know." Huang Mao suddenly shy.

Bo Jiu tapped his fingers: "Do you want me to make up for you?"

"Isn't that obvious." Huang Mao glanced back: "I wanted them to give me tuition."

Bo Jiu followed his eyes and saw that there were a few street bullies who were scratching their ears and scratching their heads and could not understand English in junior high school: "That should be no progress."

"I told all the wrong answers!" Huang Mao was angry.

Bo Jiu: ... Are you tutoring or asking for answers?

"Master, you must save me." Huang Mao scratched the back of his head: "I can't take the exam too bad, and it still doesn't show anything. My mother said that waiting for me to enter the society depends on academic qualifications."

Bo Jiu raised an eyebrow: "Wrong, after entering the society, it is who your dad is."

Huang Mao's face was stiff: "When I can't mix, I will go home and inherit my family property."

Bo Jiu single-handedly copied his trouser pockets, as if remembering something, his body tilted slightly: "Education is important?"

"Anyway, her small group of friends always feel that I don't understand anything. That look is really ... Actually, I don't care much about myself." Huang Mao leaned his head: "I don't want her to be embarrassed."

Bo Jiu's eyes were a little light: "What if the girl's education is low?"

"It is estimated that people will be said when they enter the society." Huang Mao was quite deep: "I don't care. If some people have too high education, chatting is also tiring. Do you know what they will talk to you about? Progress, and asked me how the theory of relativity came about, and I feel that if you do n’t understand it, you do n’t have a culture, alas, combat. "

When Bo Jiu heard this, he squinted suddenly: "What if it's a girl like that?"