National School Prince Is A Girl

There is really no way to answer this!

President Wang, who is committed to leading the topic in the normal direction, also stuttered at this time: "Marry, marry... cough, then I wish Qin Shao wish here soon!"

After talking, he raised his head and stopped talking, still drinking!

Qin Mo's thought did not stop because of the end of the dinner.

After getting in the car, the assistant asked: "Will you go back to the company or your home?"

Qin Mo casually: "Go to her."

Who she is, needless to say, Special Assistant understands it.

I want to send a message to tell Miss Jiu to "learn well" and so on.

Qin Mo, who was sitting in the back, said again: "Don't do this kind of thing if you report the news."

The special assistant immediately put away the phone, and always felt that their president was not too patient today.

At this time, Bo Jiu, holding a lollipop, was teaching his apprentice how to play the trumpet, otherwise he would be bullied.

Although her apprentice played the attack, there were not so many people who knew the goods.

Xiao Mobei, sitting in front of the computer, listened, raised his eyes, and his voice was faint: "Master, you should write test questions."

"I have no energy to write, I'm hungry." Bo Jiuxie smiled, holding his jaw with one hand: "How about the master taking you out to eat hot pot?"

Xiao Mobei stood up: "I'll cook for you. I can't eat irritating food before the college entrance examination."

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows funny: "Where did you come from?"

Xiao Mobei was expressionless, thinking for a while, before saying: "The sister of the neighbor's also took the college entrance examination, and everyone in her family said so."

Bo Jiu leaned against him, slender, biting lazily a dog's tail grass that he didn't know where to pull from. He was handsome and profiled, and he was very handsome: "Boring, I want to drink."

"I can't drink too." Little Mobei took a potato: "Make potato beef?"

Bo Jiu leaned back: "If you can't eat hot pot or drink, life is meaningless."

Xiao Mobei washed the potatoes and put them on the chopping board, consoling her master carefully: "After the college entrance examination is over, you can marry the teacher."

Bo Jiu heard the words, his eyes lit up, and his silver hair was ticked, even the corners of his mouth were ticked: "Okay, I will be patient. Compared with hot pot and wine, it is still your sister-in-law. Use it later. "

Before Mo Bei nodded, she saw the figure that appeared behind her master.

Bo Jiu also realized.

She hadn't waited until she turned around.

The clear voice rang in my ears: "Madam? Is this a good name?"

"I am a master, of course you are a teacher." Bo Jiu's pretense is deep: "Otherwise, the generations will be chaotic."

Qin Mo snorted, holding Bo Jiu's wrist directly, pacing upstairs.

Someone still needs to close the door to "discipline".

As for the method of discipline, it often ends with a thin imprint of the thin collarbone.

It is still today.

Bo Jiuban raised his head, the curve of his jaw carried a fragile beauty, and handsome as a teenager.

She lowered her voice and her breath was a little chaotic, but she could still hear it faintly, and she said, "Lighter."

Qin Mo held the man's waist with one hand and pressed her against the door. Her figure was half-curved. Her fingers had unbuttoned all the buttons of her shirt. Her thin lips stopped on the white and beautiful collarbone, her eyes dark. It's very, it seems to be suppressing something, but because of this suppression, it becomes more and more apparent that his coldness is lethal and sexy: "I wait for you to finish the exam ..."