National School Prince Is A Girl

Suddenly, his voice rang in her ears as the light lotus approached.

"Can you sign this for me, too?"

At the beginning, Bo Jiu didn't notice the appearance of the person coming.

I just think that taste is familiar.

Knowing that she even had a moment of trance.

Afterwards, Bo Jiu looked at the business suit in close proximity, smiled with a lip, raised his head, and just started to speak, he saw the face that he couldn't even dream of dreaming.

Only occasionally does it come to mind when I see the keyboard.

There is a woman who will make the best bean paste for her, will hold her in her arms when she is very young, sign with a pen with one hand, hold her hand, press the first on the keyboard Letters.

Later, overnight.

All of these are gone, only the stone tablets on the back hill.

The more important the person, the less she can accept her departure.

The cheerful festival was once the day Bo Jiu did not want to spend the most.

In the winter at home, without her, it was really cold.

As the young master of the hacker family.

Bo Jiu has been rational since childhood.

That kind of reason is covered up under the evil unruly.

Only those who have accepted the most important leave.

To be alone.

Not without thinking.

Only after the desire deep down came true.

For the first time in his life.

Bo Jiu was completely stunned in front of people.

Just like a silly kid.

What laziness, publicity, and domineering are all at this moment, as if the pause button was pressed.

All the sounds in the ear are gradually away.

There is no way to organize thoughts together.

When the reaction came.

Bo Jiu had stood up suddenly. His black hair was signed because it took too long to sign, and the tail was slightly upturned, but this all affected his handsomeness.

Zhao Sanfa sitting next to Bo Jiu turned his face to the side: "Little Spades, what are you doing, scam?"

What do people who are too lazy to sign even name do stand up?

Zhao Sanfa looked at Bo Jiu's eyes, and subconsciously blew a whistle: "I'm going, beauty! It's still the president's money."

Snapped!

Bo Jiu directly hit the back of his head, and finally recovered his tone: "Talk politely."

"I said something beautiful, why are you welcome?" Zhao Sanfa stared: "You just looked dumb just now? And I tell you, Little Spades, although your fans are generally pretty Tall, but you ca n’t move my hairstyle, I do n’t understand. "

Bo Jiu didn't look at him, his eyes didn't shift.

Lou Luo was looking at the young boy with black hair in front of him, and inexplicably wanted to reach out and touch the other person's head, always feeling very well-behaved.

I'm worried that there will be people waiting in the queue, which will delay the time.

Lou Luo didn't stay much, but the business temperament on his body was difficult to eliminate. With the cold beauty, he pushed the pillow forward: "Is it possible? Or is your team not allowed?"

Bo Jiu was so smart, he soon realized that something was wrong.

too young.

It was almost the same as when she left.

No matter how you maintain it, it won't be the case.

Is it just a long image?

But if it is a long image.

Why even the dressing style, speaking style and voice are exactly the same.

Bo Jiu was born out of darkness and would not believe only what he saw.

Until her afterglow swept to the figure holding the black umbrella in the crowd ...