National School Prince Is A Girl

Smart as a building, looking up at the young people in front of him, the business temperament has not changed, and it is even stronger: "Do we know?"

Wen Yan.

Qin Mo looked at the person in his arms.

Bo Jiu's expression is unknown.

Qin Mo was calm and calm. When he raised his eyes, he was already calm and calm: "I have seen you in a financial magazine."

"Is it?"

Those who say these two words are Bo Yin.

He stepped out of the crowd and paced to the side of the building, the black umbrella in his hand was already hanging on the side.

A pair of thin peach blossom eyes, but not everyone is affectionate.

Without a bloody face, the handsome one is somewhat unreal.

Qin Mo looked at the man in front of him who needed to raise his head so that he could see his face clearly. His slender fingers stagnated for a while, and looked at Bo Jiu again.

At this time, Bo Jiu smiled, with the usual cleverness: "Mummy, is this person?"

Lying trough, called mommy again!

Zhao Sanfa thinks he needs to calm down!

But Bo Yin dropped his eyes and picked his eyes slightly.

Bo Jiu ignored the threat from her father and continued to stare at her mummy.

Lou Luo looked at the teenager's eyes, and he didn't know why.

Who the hell is this kid, how could he be so good.

She couldn't help smiling: "It's my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Bo Jiu repeated the three words, and the smile on his lips became stronger: "It hasn't been done yet."

Lou Luo puzzled: "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Bo Jiu lowered his ears. "Just worrying about taking you to dinner later, your boyfriend will have an opinion."

Bo Yinyan said, his eyes narrowed slowly.

Lou Luo resisted the urge to reach out and touch the teenager: "He won't."

"That's great." When Bo Jiu raised his eyes again, there was something frustrating on his face: "It should be almost finished here, you wait for me."

Lou Luo responded: "Okay."

As the word fell, something even shook in the black umbrella.

Qin Mo looked at the scene beside him and didn't mean anything to say.

Instead, Bo Yin's slender fingers held the umbrella, and then his sight fell on him. Only two people could hear the casual voice: "It is said that Master Qin is very jealous. Invite fans so casually? "

The coldness in Qin Mo's body was not suppressed, but there was more humility that should be in front of the elders: "Uncle Bo laughed again."

Bo Yin's eyes are lazy, the kid of the Qin family, you are still the same as when you were a child, and you are very calm when you see everything.

"You don't stop her now, she will stick to people all the time."

Qin Mo originally did not believe this sentence.

Waiting for dinner.

It really is.

It's simply a step away from Aunt Lou.

Milk even more than when he was young.

Qin Mo knocked her wrist to remind her: "Don't be too enthusiastic, you will scare people like this."

Bo Jiuyi smiled: "No, my mum likes to be good."

I have to say that Bo Jiu's "little white face" skills must be hereditary, and that the milk is well within this range.

Because the game is going to be tomorrow, Zhao Sanfan doesn't dare to drink at all, and can only irrigate the water, reminding himself of this great looking spade.

It was definitely not the one he saw, and the boy who could kill the first kill with a sword.

She is not so obedient as usual.

Even in front of Qin Xinji, evil spirits are exposed from time to time.

How did you get to this female executive, all gone?