National School Prince Is A Girl

No one would notice that the awn of his eyes was slightly red.

It's really like a demon in a comic.

How can the devil get old right?

He smiled again, lazy as before: "Okay, let you know that I am still there."

"What do you mean?" Master Ruan Ruan frowned, "Are you ready to meet nine?"

Mr. Bo stood there, as if blending with the darkness: "I've seen her already, and our nine grandfathers really wear beautiful wedding dresses."

"You attended their wedding abroad?" Father Ann suddenly looked up: "They didn't recognize you?"

Mr. Bo corrected him: "Accurately, I presided over their wedding. Oh, these two people have good eyesight, and they chose it in the church where I slept."

"In the church where you sleep?" Mr. Ann paused, remembering the first time he saw this person, and then said: "I have a question I always want to ask, what method did you use to eliminate that time I hit you Wound. "

Mr. Bo laughed lightly: "Lao An, wouldn't it be too late to ask this question now?"

Grandpa Ann wanted to say something.

Just listened to a mobile phone ringing.

Mr. Bo pressed the answer button, and his voice changed a little, with a soft voice in the magnetism: "I? It seems like I'm lost, um, I don't know where I am, I want to come and pick me up? Well, I'm waiting for you here Do n’t drive too fast, it ’s a bit cold, right? Remember something, then I hear what you remember ... "

Grandpa Ann is too aware of the circumstances under which this year-end turn will be like eating soft rice.

Who is calling is already clear at a glance.

After watching him hang up, Mr. Ann rolled his eyes and smiled at himself: "I will take her to watch their games. Speaking of which, I have only recently had time to watch them. I will give them another thing. "

After dropping this sentence.

That slender figure disappeared into the vast night.

Always elegant and incredible.

But Grandpa Ann did not stop, after all, it was enough to have such a sentence.

And he also knew that when this person came out, he would stand on the side of the road and pretend to be pitiful, and did not stop him.

as predicted.

Mr. Bo is really familiar with eating soft rice.

He paced to the side of the road, although his temperament was still evil, but the jacket of his suit was unbuttoned, and he seemed a little confused.

Just standing there, the afterglow in the corner of the eye glanced at the group of bats staying under the street lamp.

If anyone else is there, you will definitely see the bats seem to be shaking a few times before leaving.

What's more, there shouldn't be bats so close to people in the city center today, and the seasons are not in line.

Everyone knows that bats like dark and damp places.

How could it be here.

Everything in front of me doesn't seem to be true.

As the bats left, the black mist around them dissipated a lot.

Mr. Bo was standing under the street lamp, the shadow was pulled very long.

The night wind in autumn will be a little bit big.

His black hair was blown a little messy, but even so, it didn't affect his handsomeness, but it looked rather pitiful.

Especially when a Wrangler comes over, the vulnerability is even more obvious ...