National School Prince Is A Girl

It is impossible to say that the thin nine did not realize that it was impossible to play with the mobile phone in the Qin desert.

After all, for the thin nine, the sound of any electronic device, she is more familiar than others.

It’s just that she feels that this time I have to leave a face for the sick dog pet.

It is better to know what to do.

In addition, so far, Bo Jiu can think of the fact that God is deliberately avoiding his own talks. It should be the case of the squad.

In terms of investigating people, Bo Ji also has his own channels.

For the time being, there is no need to use any tricks to get news from the Great God.

So after waiting for the sound of the message to disappear, Bo Jiu took a book with him.

In fact, on the bookshelf of the Great God, apart from the psychological criminology of Yishui, it is some financial books. It is not so easy to find out something else.

Qin Mo put the phone down and looked at the book in the boy's hand: "Do you like this?"

"Alright." Thin nine does not know what is inside.

Just don't want someone to always send text messages.

Then she will itchy.

Qin Mo smiled: "Give me the book."

Thin nine is still very embarrassing at this time.

Sit in the past, and then hand over the book, still thinking about whether she would take a copy and see it.

Or the mobile phone will play "Hero".

I just didn't expect that neither of them was implemented.

I heard the sound of flipping the book.

This is followed by the lowness of the ear.

The natural bass of Qin Mo is particularly mellow and tempting today, with a unique texture: "I still like you, I want the wind to go eight thousand miles, do not ask the return date..."

When this sentence sounds.

Thin nine subconsciously lifted.

Only then did I realize that this is the book that God is reading.

Because the voice is too good.

Thin nine did not interrupt, and the eyes also looked at the open paper.

The lowness in the ear is still.

"I still like you, like waiting for the old man's door of the old man, standing..."

It is really itchy.

Watching the man half-heartedly reading poetry.

Thin nine did not know to tell himself the first time.

It is definitely a problem to tie this person.

But still want to tie.

Looking down at the slightly thin classmates who are planning their own plans.

Didn't see the warmth that surged in the deep eyes of Qin Mo when she lowered her head.

When someone was lucky enough to stay with him to accompany him to read a book, it was really flattering.

This guy is still the same as before, likes to nest like him to listen to him telling stories.

Wait……

Why is it the same as before?

The thick eyebrows of the Qin desert wrinkled, followed by a severe pain.

That bitter pain can't be tolerated at all.

The book on the hand fell to the ground.

At the first time, Boji held down the head of Qin Mo, and the few eyes in his eyes were full of panic.

"Zhang Wei, Zhang Wei!"

Qin Mo reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist, and there was a thin sweat on his forehead: "I'm fine."

She is still worried, she never feels awkward, she feels that she can't do anything at all: "Is the temperature coming up again?"

The back of the hand explored it, and sure enough.

Qin Mo is pressing the other hand, the head is not so painful, but one thing is certain, he needs to do a brain examination.

Because Qin Mo is very clear, such a headache has nothing to do with his cold.

The last time, suddenly it hurts.

Maybe not suddenly.

Qin Mo looked at the young man, and it was thoughtful to hide the hidden...