National School Prince Is A Girl
1603 The First Thousand Eighty Sixty
In order to show that he really did the right thing, Bo Jiu took out his mobile phone and flicked twice, laughing evilly: "I'm choosing a suit and dress, after all, the goddess is getting married, always wear a little more handsome."
Qin Mo glanced at her, and his voice was very soft: "Luoluo married, what do you wear so handsome?"
"We must always keep Xiao's face paralyzed to maintain a sense of crisis." Bo Jiu handed into his pants pocket.
Qin Mo snorted: "Why? Are you still planning to snatch a relative?"
Bo Jiu propped his chin and heard Qin Mo leaning his head and then smiled: "Mo brother, Luoluo is a girl."
The implication is that you can avoid jealousy.
Qin Mo's mouth was raised, and the wind was light: "Now your husband is also a girl on the Internet. They don't mind if you are a girl or want to marry you. What do you think about this?"
Bo Jiu knew that this was when someone confessed to her some time ago, with a cold and serious face: "I am a family member, and foreign temptation is completely useless."
Qin Mo knew that she was totally unreliable, but there was still a hint of smile in her eyes: "Remember what you say, it is the same as going to university, you are a family person, usually far from those seniors and sisters point."
Bo Jiu was not very interested in others, but did not know what happened, probably because she was about to graduate, so she received more love letters.
Qin Mo saw it accidentally last time.
It was wrong to know that a girl didn't have the threat.
Someone's face really attracts flowers.
He had to guard not only men but also girls.
Really ... I want to hide someone from being seen by anyone.
Bo Jiu did not know Qin Mo's thoughts at this time. After all, the expression of the Great God has always been cold and abstinent.
The only thing she thinks now is that if her dad is still there, she will definitely tell her dad that she is going to marry the little princess Qin she thought about.
She is no longer alone.
Downstairs, Grandpa the housekeeper flipped the calendar and paused, then looked down at the pocket watch in his palm.
It's almost this day again.
The day the master left.
Once this time of year, the young master will always be different from usual.
Probably because it was too small at that time.
However, he faced three separations within half a year.
The young master has always even believed that the master was not killed, and sooner or later he will bring his wife back.
However, everyone knows clearly.
That kind of hope is too slim, if the owner is still there, it has already appeared.
Year after year, sometimes people have to give themselves hope if they want to go on.
The young master never said that she was born in the dark, dissipated with evil spirits, and the elegant ones can always pull away in the night.
But after each withdrawal, there is greater loneliness.
These, the old housekeeper knows.
Many people think that their backs are handsome, and they are alone and unrestrained.
No one thought about it, z.
There used to be a family that everyone envied.
Her dad likes to eat soft rice and always looks like a teenager.
Her mother, who likes to wear professional suits, is elegant and beautiful, and will give her the best food.
All these, the young master has had.
One year after the owner left, he also saw the young master rise up during the night, and the little figure was nested on the sofa in the living room, just like waiting for someone. After waiting for so many years.
This year is good, with Qin Shao accompanied, it should not be so lonely ...