National School Prince Is A Girl

However, Bo Ji, who was watched by him, could only see the eyes that were staring at her, black as a stone, and clearly extinguished.

Probably because Qin Mo has come here.

So even with his eyes behind him, they are full of surprises.

Especially Han Susu’s group of people, because they did not think that Qin Shen would actually go to the woman.

Xue Yaoyao looked at this scene, and a whole heart hung up to the eyes of the blind man, and could not help but stand up.

The distance between two people is very close.

Just one sitting and standing.

This is the Great God who recognized the Nine Halls?

Xue Yao Yao is like an ant on a hot pot.

Bo Jiu only has a partial ambiguity, as if he did not know the Qin desert.

Look at the moment when the two people passed by.

Xue Yaoyao held his breath.

Every second is very slow, so slow that even Bo Jiu feels that it will drag on again, and some are not very good.

Xue Yaoyao was afraid that Bo Jiu would be recognized.

When others talk about it, I can't wait to grow a pair of wings to fly over.

Fortunately!

There is no point in Qin Mo’s footsteps to stop, and there is no even a bias. As if he came over, it is not because of anyone, but simply because of this direction.

After Bo Jiu staggered the face of Zhang Junmei's indifference, he just had to breathe a sigh of relief.

I heard a familiar bass from behind me: "Wait a minute."

Bo Jiu had no choice but to stop his body shape again.

Xue Yaoyao both began to shake.

The man who caused the anxiety of others was only slowly coming back.

This time, Qin Mo stood directly in front of Bo Jiu. After seeing her half-sounding, she bent down and looked at her sly.

At that moment, the handsome face with a mask suddenly magnified, and the black-eyed sly image was enchanted by the hook.

That kind of momentum is very compelling.

Even if there is a layer of things, the breath of the man will still pass.

After the distance is pulled in.

The air pressure is low.

The faint tobacco scent wraps around the tip of the nose, so that the sudden close contact makes the Bojiu condition a step back, but the mouth is still laughing: "Is there something?" The more calm it is, the more difficult it is to be dismantled. This is camouflage. Basic.

Qin Mo still bent over, single-handedly trouser pockets, like a smile, polite and indifferent: "Sorry, admit the wrong person."

After saying these words, Qin Mo regained his straight waist, as if he really admits the wrong person, and his back is straight and goes in the original direction, without any nostalgia.

At this time, Bo Jiu was really relaxed.

Seeing that Xue Yaoyao is watching this side, she showed a reassuring smile towards her.

It was really thrilling just now.

Fortunately, she has an old experience.

But this place still can't always be there.

The eyes of the Great God are too poisonous.

She is sitting here, dressed up like this, can the gods still see her like?

To challenge the combat plan, prepare for guerrilla warfare.

Wait until zero, take another photo and you must withdraw immediately.

There is still an hour and a half, it is zero.

Bo Ji glanced at the clock hanging in the middle of the hotel, then went to another corner and took a second photo.

When we sent it to the group, our Bo Jiu classmates did not know.

Her every move, all were seen by Qin Shen.

That is the hotel's monitoring room.

Just leaving the Qin desert, I went to this place.

The security guard of the monitoring room stood next to him, and asked the man in a proper manner: "Qin, can you only see this lady?"

"Yeah." Qin Mo was so half leaning against the wall, holding the glass of red wine in his hand, twilight on the monitor screen, then look at the photos received on the phone, the corner of the corner bent a shallow arc...