National School Prince Is A Girl

On the top floor of the Qin Group, in the large office, Liang Secretary clearly saw that his own president had a WeChat finger.

The original indifferent face... seems to be starting to get too bad?

This... What happened?

Liang Secretary subconsciously thought of online dating...

Qin Mo is still watching the WeChat, and his brow picks it up: "Qin is not the place where you can swear." The hand of the word used strength, and even the eyes were cold: "Do you understand?"

Bo Ji looked at the words that came back, licking a lollipop, and went back to the past with a cool sentence: "No one is more handsome than you, I really want to marry you, but you are a big fish."

Big fish?

Who likes to be described as such an adjective?

Is the language of this guy taught by a biology teacher?

Qin Mo's fingers slammed hard, and the scorpion flashed a cold cold light.

Secretary Liang stood beside him, only to think that his own president looked at the eyes of the mobile phone, as if he was watching a dead thing that was about to die, so that his onlooker could not help but tremble from the bottom of his heart.

How did the people on WeChat get to the president?

It is clear that the president’s mood is good this morning. How come this time again... cold back?

Qin Mo opened the door of the conference room with one hand and pressed the last WeChat on the screen of the mobile phone. Then he looked up and saw a pair of squats in the water. He looked straight at the secretary of Liang. The voice was cold: "You go now. Give the team a notice, and whoever will be deaf in the company will lose their salary."

"Ah? Yes!"

After Liang’s secretary was finished, he felt that the notice was a bit confusing.

Deaf people?

The team is training their skills in the game. In order to prepare for the city war soon after, everyone has been in the company for several days. Who will have a bad mood?

Besides, a group of big men, how are you?

Even if you want to be jealous, at least there must be a woman?

At this time, Bo Jiu was still sitting on the cold bench, watching the news from Qin Dashen, the mouth was raised, and the finger pressed fast: "You have a meeting first, I have no problem here, I should be able to pass."

The little thing in the game is not troublesome, but the god, which she used to make money, can't just take it out.

Although the Great God just said that after the meeting, I came to see her.

However, Bo Ji still feels that a small game can be played casually.

What's more, the big broker didn't always want to dig her?

I can't always let her.

I also knew that the other party didn't have time to return to her WeChat. Bo Jiu took the phone and calmly waited for the call.

The boy next to him had a red face: "I, I don't have an eyebrow, my eyebrows are beautiful, very, very general."

"It’s good to take off your glasses." Bo Jiu’s face turned and the silver hair shone: “You are at the bottom.”

The boy is a bit shy: "Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome." Bo Jiu reached out and put those parts into the bag.

The boy asked again: "You, which district are you?"

"Hero? C zone." Bo Jiu took a lollipop and leaned back, clearly in the corner, but it was shining.

"C Zone!?" The boy suddenly opened his eyes, mysteriously depressing the voice: "That, the black of the C area, the spades Z you know?"

To the reader: Seventh, there are two more, after you finish writing, come over again, one o'clock in the morning...