National School Prince Is A Girl

Zhang Wei rarely has such a face-lifting situation.

After all, she lived on the first floor at night, and did not hear anything from the door.

What's more, because of the young master's business, she has been careful all night.

How did the nine young people appear on the young master's bed?

Of course, Bojiu read what Zhang Yan’s eyes mean.

However, if you want to let the thin nine recognize his ability to turn over the wall, then there is no hope.

A handsome face smiled, lightly landed, and very calmly from the hands of Zhang Hao, the rice porridge came over: "Good fragrance, after a while, the indifferent brother woke up, let him drink."

Zhang Wei knows that the wake of his young master is really not something that ordinary people can resist.

There are nine less, of course, it will be better.

It’s just that Zhang Wei is still not at ease. He whispered a sentence: “It’s still a little trouble for the younger ones to measure the individual temperature. Yesterday’s burning didn’t know if there was any retreat. The young master did not let us guard...”

Zhang Wei’s cockroaches are a bit more, but Bo Jiu has no intention of losing patience. After standing and listening carefully, he said: “The burning of yesterday should be retired. The towel was changed a few pieces. After a while, Mo Ge woke up. I will give him another amount of water, and the water will let him drink more. These porridge will appetite him and eat a few mouthfuls."

After listening to Zhang Wei, he breathed a sigh of relief: "The trouble is less."

After all, Zhang Huan is very clear. His young master, who looks polite on weekdays, is because the tutor is there, but in some respects, the temper of the young master is really not good.

Especially when I just got up.

Fortunately, there are nine less.

In the face of nine little, the young master will always reveal his most popular side.

However, when Zhang Hao left the room, he still wondered how the thin nine came in.

It is estimated that Zhang Yi’s life is too right, and he will not overturn the wall. So he thinks that there is something wrong with the door, and there is no place to think about it.

After all, in Zhang Wei’s mind, Jiu Shao has always been a very good-looking child who can eat and be beautiful. How can he do such a thing?

In the face of Zhang Wei’s trust, there is no change in the expression of the thin nine.

Because of the wall over the school, turning a wall is really not awkward.

After leaving Zhang Wei, Bo Jiu went back and looked at the only bed in the bedroom.

The people on the bed were still not awake, the black broken hair was beaten, scattered in a mess, revealing half of the well-defined face, thick eyelashes hanging down, playing a shadow, the excellent facial features at this time, especially harmless.

Thin nine likes to look at the gods.

Whether it is the great **** of childhood, or the great **** after growing up.

Originally, I wanted to put down the porridge and appreciate it for a while.

I did not expect her to act.

The man opened his mouth: "Why don't you tell Zhang Wei how you came in, and over the wall to learn."

Perhaps it is because of the reason that just woke up, the voice is still lower than usual.

Thin nine: ...

Qin Mo woke up from just now. At this time, he opened his eyes and looked at the young boy. Then he sat up, and as the quilt slipped, he showed the delicate chest and waistline. Let people want to touch.

Thin Nine originally wanted to avoid suspicion, and could not always eat the big **** tofu, even if it was in the eyes.

It can be a time when she wants a gentleman.

The great **** picked up his brow there, and he said slowly: "I touched it yesterday, now I know shy?"