National School Prince Is A Girl

Downstairs Zhang Ma, originally wanted to ask the young master who is the prostitute.

After seeing the side face of the Qin desert ice cold, I swallowed the problem back.

When placing the tableware.

I heard a low voice coming over: "When did he come?"

"At five o'clock, I have been waiting for the young master." Zhang Ma looked at the expression of Qin Mo, and could not understand the idea.

Until the silver-haired teenager walked upstairs in a black T-shirt, the scorpion suddenly grew up: "Just, just now, that..."

That prostitute is the nine young master? !

No wonder the young master will care about each other so much.

If it is the nine young masters, everything is said to pass.

But... are the boys now like this?

Like to wear women's clothing?

Thin Nine noticed Zhang’s look and smiled at each other.

Zhang Ma is still digesting. After all, the niece is too beautiful, and the handsome boy is not taking it.

"Open the meal." The voice of Qin Mo became very light at this time.

Zhang Ma knows that the young master's mood is not very good.

But why is it bad, she is clear.

This hot pot is probably the quietest hot pot for two people.

In the past, the relationship between two people was not like this.

Especially young people, very few words.

There are some courtesy. After the meal, I even waved to Zhang Ma: "Zhang Ma, I will go back first, thank you for your hot pot."

When Zhang Ma wiped her hand out, she only had time to see the teenager’s smile.

Qin Mo holds the cup, the tight joints are white, then stand up: "I will send you."

"Today is still early, very convenient, I called the car on the Internet." Thin nine spread his hand and let him look at the phone page.

Qin Mo did not say much.

After the boy left.

Zhang Ma realized that something was wrong.

usually.

The young master always tries his best to let the nine young masters stay overnight.

Even if you don't stay, you will send the person home.

But this time, just standing outside, I don’t know how long it took, it seems to be a wind.

Zhang’s adjutant hesitated and repeatedly walked out with a windbreaker and whispered: “Young master, go back to the house, it’s late.”

Qin Mo’s finger moved, and he didn’t even feel cold at that moment.

Because the heart is like a broken heart, the wind is pouring in, it is very empty.

I never thought about it, what if I don’t bend the guy.

Very obvious sense of distance.

When it comes out from the boy.

Qin Mo once again asked himself.

What is good for this person.

He wants to look good and look everywhere.

More gentle than this guy, it is everywhere...

"Young master." Zhang adjutant whispered again.

The Qin Mog pointed a cigarette and the fog filled: "Go to Fu's home and ask them if they have no safe home."

"Yes." Zhang adjutant finished, his eyes swept his wrist: "Young Master, tomorrow is the resurrection, your hand is tight."

After listening to this sentence, Qin Mo opened his legs in the night, letting the wet intentions hit him, and the smoke was lingering.

Fu’s phone was picked up by Chen Xiaodong.

After hanging up, he looked at the direction of the second floor.

"Well, yes, my young master is back, right..."

Honestly, the young master is obviously a bit uncomfortable today.

How to say it, too few words, even the smile is not the same as before.

I entered my room as soon as I entered the door.

Is it that the resurrection is coming, and the pressure is too great?