National School Prince Is A Girl

Luoluo's gaze paused: "Think so far?"

"Playing a game is not a person's business." Bo Jiu raised his eyes: "You have walked that way, you should understand that being pushed out by trainees at the same time, I don't feel well.

Luo Luo looked at the person in front of him.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "How?"

"It's nothing." Luo Luo reached out his hand: "Looking at you is too handsome, I want to pinch you."

Bo Jiu copied the trousers pocket with one hand: "Pinch freely."

Luoluo really pinched, how could this person know so much.

I usually don't even say a word.

Probably this is gentleness.

Luo Luo put his eyes back on the little figure not far away.

The child's black fragments were found to be longer, hitting the eyelids, where the quietly fat tongue fat man.

Occasionally, they will spare their hands, help them wipe the keyboard, carry water and drink.

Never said tired.

The bitter gourd juice they drank was also made by Bey.

During the basic holiday, Bo Jiu will let little bey stay in the base.

No one knows but the people inside the team.

Because Bey's meal was from Bo Jiu.

Including air tickets to Milan.

In fact, every country's team will have new recruits.

I will take it over and feel it during this world competition.

Although Dimeng has disbanded.

But Bo Jiu as a master.

The nature of protecting the calf will not change.

Others have, how could her apprentice not.

And this time.

Everyone knows that Bo Jiu has always been interested in training other positions of bey.

All-round play except for assassins.

"Are you looking forward to bey coming back?" With a low smile in his voice, he squeezed the handsome face again: "Otherwise, there is no need to train her like this."

Bo Jiuxian leaned back lazily, not speaking yet.

He was dragged past.

Qin Mo.

All the falling hands were lost.

Qin Mo pressed the person in his arms, his eyelids were half-pulled, and still looked casual, but when his eyes were placed on the body, he was slightly cool: "I want to pinch my face to find your Xiao team."

Looking down, looking at another person who came over, their Xiao team's face was mainly not very tempting.

Qin Mo has taken people away.

Luoluo originally wanted to confess to Xiao Jing: "Qin Mo's guy is too stingy, I can't squeeze the face of Little Spade."

Who knows, Xiao Jing only looked at her, her voice slowly: "You think you are too close to z."

Suddenly stunned, a little stunned, shouldn't he even ...

Xiao Jing was wearing a white coat and had a breath of no fireworks: "I want to pinch my face in the future."

Falling: ...

Qin Mo, who left the base and got on the bus, behaved differently.

After looking at someone's chin for a long time.

Fingertips rubbed against the pinched place slightly.

In the end, the eyebrows were slightly twisted.

"What's the matter with you and Luoluo?"

Bo Jiuyi smiled: "Don't you know, she is my goddess, tell the truth, brother Mo, if I'm a boy, then it really doesn't matter to you."

"Huh." Qin Mo chuckled and suddenly leaned over and bit the man's ear: "Do you still want to be a boy?"

Bo Jiuwei froze, and it was too much for him.

Qin Mo's voice was slow, and the breath hit her ears, and the crispness made people unable to push him away: "Mrs. Qin, have I been too indulgent for you recently, eh?"