National School Prince Is A Girl

When Coco received the call, he was still doing live broadcasts. After hearing the news, he directly shut down the channel.

"What do you say? Lin Feng... want to sing?!" A bit of biting rabbit ears: "I don't want to participate, refuse, strongly refuse."

"Reject invalid, collective activities, we are at the zero near the club, you and Feng Shang come together." Although the thin nine words, but after receiving the line, still a little doubt, eyes look at Lin Feng: "You sing in the end How ugly is it that will make coco reject you?"

Lin Feng’s arm is a ride: “I told you that this is a very difficult thing to say. After a while, you will see that Xiao is very powerful.”

Thin nine: ... singing is difficult to listen to now is also a kind of pride?

After the ktv, thin nine found that it is not a problem of singing and ugly!

But every sentence that Lin Feng sang was not adjusted. It should have been a downgrade. He was upset when he was inexplicable, and it was difficult to bring coco to find the tone again.

Thin nine finally saw what it means to be a five-tone. For those who listen to songs, it is a kind of devastating.

How to perform this to the fans.

Thin Nine reached out and rubbed his own eyebrows. After thinking about it, he stopped the guitar that was still playing.

"That does not work."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow: "How do I feel very nice? You see what I just sang, and finally there is one that is being adjusted."

"There are so many things, you only have one word in the tune." Thin nine took the guitar over and smiled: "How did you do it?"

Lin Feng didn't talk. He always thought that he was saying a word. The little black peach could shoot the guitar towards him.

Coco put down the earplugs and jumped over with the rabbit. It was a sigh of exaggeration: "What do I say, little spades, you can't let this guy sing, the mountain road is eighteen bends."

Thin nine looked at these people: "How is your physical coordination ability?"

"Taekwondo black belt." Lin Feng is best at the work on the legs.

Thin nine looked up and down at him: "If you can't sing, then jump, after jumping, you can still have a mouth shape."

Lin Feng: ... what a ghost.

"What songs do young people like now?" Thin nine slid back and forth in the place where KTV sang.

Coco and Feng Shang looked at each other: "There is the smallest of you."

After a short pause, he smiled. "It seems like this."

Most of the fans of the Dimension are similar to her.

There are quite a lot of students.

When you are away from home, don't be so unhappy.

Thin nine slipped through the hot list, listened to the top three songs, and finally set it in the middle: "This one."

Coco, Lin Feng, even Feng Shang lived in that moment, and the expression was indescribable: "This, this one?"

"Yes, this one."

The other three people have become a lifeless love.

This time, the blessing of Weibo.

When the thin nine returned to the Qin family, it was still peaceful.

But it is just too peaceful.

When the thin nine went into the house.

Zhang Wei, who came out with tea, clicked on his chin and pressed his voice. The voice was small: "The young master is in the study."

In this case, the thin nine can only turn the direction and walked directly to the study.

Inside the study.

The phone of Qin Mo is close to the end.

The magician over there has an answer: "Boss, who is this young Master Fu? This one saves the whole ship and knows how to use the surrounding environment to reduce the explosive power to the weakest. Who is he? Do you really like him? Or do you like the person’s ability to absorb him?”

Vaguely I can hear someone saying, "You are not good at using your brain. The attitude of the boss is obviously not like people like it."

"I didn't expect the boss to be a bend. If I knew that the boss was bent, I would pay attention when I took the shower. No, no, if I knew that the boss was bent, I could get the moon first, anyway. The boss is so handsome, how do you think this wave is not lost?"

Qin Mo was left to the troubles of the people there, and finally the voice faintly opened: "Are you finished?"

Four words.

It is quiet.

"You just have to remember to protect her family, the rest of the matter, don't say anything else, even if Huang Guohua came to ask, there are some things I need to check again, well, hang up the phone, someone came in."

It is indeed someone coming.

The person who came is thin nine. In the end, there is a dim sum, but even if it is guilty, it is still a lazy party: "Meng Ge, tea."

That way, how do you look at it?

The dawn of Qin Mo swept through the boy's face, put the phone on the table, leaned back, and wrapped his bandage on his left hand. He was full of abstinence: "When is the wall over the school? The cat is paying attention?"

The art of the **** of the gods, how does this make her pick up?

"What are you doing with Lin Feng?" Qin Mo’s finger knocked on the screen and probably saw the information above.

Sitting on the thin nine, the dawn is a bit deep, still like a noble son, even if her sitting posture is not standardized: "I want to get off the court."

After hearing these three words, Qin Mo almost guessed the cause and effect. After a while, he opened his mouth: "Which day?"

Thin nine: "Tomorrow."

Qin Mo heard a voice.

Boji originally thought that this matter had passed.

Knowing the next second, Qin Mo opened his mouth again: "The next time I want to go out, go to the main entrance, when I turn over the wall, I will see it by the grandfathers of the compound. It is not very good, what do you think?"

She was depressed and said that she would not tell her to her, but she did not expect the gossip. No matter how old, she would be very keen.

"Come here." Qin Mo looked at the expression of the teenager, and his mouth was hooked.

Thin Nine picked up his brow and held his hands on the table.

Qin Mo slightly moved his lower body shape, stretched out his hand and held the head of the juvenile.

It was a sweet kiss.

Time seems to stop at this moment.

The lights, the stars, the reflections reflected from the windows, fell into the study, and everything looked unparalleled.

It seems that in addition to the heartbeat, I can't hear anything else.

Even Zhang Wei, who was secretly observing, did not come in again.

The night is getting more and more heavy.

Both of them are in the Qin family.

But live in two rooms.

Since the entry of the thin nine, Qin Mo seems to have more work, telling a story before someone goes to sleep.

This kind of thing, Qin Mo has always thought that only children will like it.

Obviously, the person sleeping in bed, the age of the heart is not mature.

Qin Mo reached out and shook the silver hair in front of the forehead, and the sun shone.

Then he walked out of the room and went outside the compound.

Soon, a military vehicle drove from there.

Just listen to the bang.

There was a person down from there.

The man was wearing glasses on his face. Although he was wearing a white coat, there was no way to hang the words of a man and a doctor who looked so wicked.

"Boss, the point that you let me come is really amazing. People who don't know think that we have any secrets that are ulterior."

Qin Mo glanced at him, single-handedly wearing a belt, and stood tall and stupid: "If you want me to get on the bus, leave a place."

The psychiatrist looked at him up and down, and finally he couldn't see anything from the face of the expensive Jun. He sat down, took the pen out, and had a pile of records on his lap.

"today we……"

Just when he was about to speak.

Qin Mo interrupted his words: "Yes, it's very important, so I won't tell you anything about her, you don't have to find a way to let me sleep. After all, this is a bit difficult for you."

The psychiatrist gritted his teeth and took the pen. He honestly said that he really wanted to resign. He asked the recruits in the army to give more strength. Why did he come to the young master to find a crime?

"Then you want to tell me anything." The doctor has given up.

But it is not a complete abandonment.

After all, no matter what, it can reflect the mental state of a person.

However, the answer he got was definitely a rejection.

For so many years, every boss's reaction is basically the same.

Qin’s slender legs are slightly accustomed to this, and the other party sometimes comes to him for psychological investigations from time to time.

"I do have one thing, I really want to hear your analysis."

The psychiatrist originally planned to write the word "none", but after hearing the words of Qin Mo, he suddenly straightened his figure and almost got the pen in his hand.

Qin Mo glanced at him, and his voice was very lightly reminded: "Professional, don't let me see your shock."

The psychiatrist tried very hard to control his micro-expression, but the sound still sounded a bit excited: "What?"

"Thoughts about high school students."

The psychiatrist guessed for a long time that he didn't expect it to be such an answer. What about teasing him? What he wants to hear is not this good!

"If a high school student likes to listen to bedtime stories until now, why?" Qin Mo's side face did not change.

Psychiatrist spread hands: "Isn't this a good analysis? I don't forget my childhood, I feel a sense of security. This kind of person is a bit complicated. I don't really know everything. I know everything, but I have a piece of pure land that I want to keep. And it is very likely that his pure land is her childhood."

“That is to say, the four words of childhood are important to her?”

"Of course." The psychiatrist thought that this inference was simple.

Qin Mo did not speak any more, just looked out the window, the deep scorpion seemed to deepen a few more points, and the forehead fell, blocking his expression.

Obviously I have done this analysis.

However, when such analysis was said by others, he subconsciously reached out and pulled his collar. Then he sat in the seat of the car, and his posture was a little more than usual, but his mouth was hidden. meaning.

Therefore, she will always think about going.

Going abroad this time, I also thought that I would never come back completely...

Continue to make up, the first three of the fourteen.