National School Prince Is A Girl

"this is?"

"New Year's gift." Fu Jiu smiled, so he was sitting around the yarn, lazy: "Girls participate in the mask party, how can there be no long skirt, you have lost a lot of these days, white is suitable for you, Just can play an angel."

Although Xue Yaoyao has not seen too many expensive things, as long as he touches the fabric, he knows that such a skirt will certainly not be cheap.

The nine halls seem to be always like this.

I think more thoughtfully than anyone else.

Bring more warmth to others than anyone else.

"Thank you."

Xue Yaoyao took the gift box and the corner of his mouth was full of laughter.

She thought that in her lifetime, being able to meet this person is absolutely happy.

Fu Jiu still holds his side face, his mouth is evil, and he does not change his beauty.

The masquerade will only begin at 6:30 in the evening.

In order to prevent juveniles from getting out.

After the shareholders' meeting was held at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the mobile phone came out, and the screen was opened, and someone's phone was dialed.

Unfortunately, the first call, no one answered.

It took another half an hour.

Qin desert dialed the second one.

This time someone picked it up.

But there was a female voice: "Is it Qin God?"

After Qin Mo heard the voice, his fingers stagnate: "Xue Yaoyao?"

"It's me." Xue Yaoyao did not understand why, every time she faced Qin Shen, her scalp would be numb.

The desert of Qin desert faded, and the beam secretary who walked in to sign the document made a gesture of waiting, then walked back to the floor-to-ceiling window, and the voice was very low: "Let Fu Jiu answer the phone."

Even if it is separated by a mobile phone, Xue Yaoyao can hear it. Qin Shen’s mood does not seem so good.

"Nine halls are taking a shower, it is not convenient to pick up, let me help."

The Qin Moshen is darker and colder, and even with the voice, it loses all the temperature: "Where are you?"

Bathing at this time, hotel?

Think of the word "hotel."

Qin Mo’s hand almost used force to wrinkle the documents on his hand.

"At Fu Jia." Xue Yaoyao explained: "The nine halls wear women's clothing for the first time. Many things don't understand. We will dress up for a while."

She took the call, which is also the meaning of the nine halls, in order to let everyone and Qin God produce the illusion that they will always be together...

Qin's top floor.

Secretary Liang looked at the tall and straight back in front of him, and the chill was scattered a little bit, and he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The arrogance that the president had just sent out was really chilling. It was like if he got any news, he would destroy the office in the next second, and he didn’t know what happened, let the president look like this.

Fortunately, it is better now.

However, it is only a little better.

There is no smile in the desert of Qin Mo: "When he takes a shower, let him call me back."

"Okay." Xue Yaoyao hung up the phone and patted his chest, facing the teenager sitting in front of him: "It is too stressful to talk to the great god."

Fu Jiuxiao smiled: "Get used to it, let your friends come over too. Let's go first, go out from my side, wait for me to get it all right, go from behind."

"The phone of the great god..." Xue Yaoyao reminded.

Fu Jiuqi looked at the time: "After ten minutes, I will return."

In the president's office.

The Qin Moguang sweeps out the reflections of the windows and the traffic.

The thin lips swelled and I smiled coldly.

Take a shower?

That guy, does not care what, or has been close to Xue Yaoyao to this point .........