National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiu pulled the sweater that covered his sight, but he didn’t say much.

After all, it is safer to change back to menswear.

There are bandages on your chest and you don't have to worry too much.

Just to sleep with the gods, you must think about adding a layer of protection.

Therefore, the vest inside Bo Ji did not take off.

But for her, the clothes of the Great God are too big.

Especially the sweater, the sleeves have to be rolled up three layers.

Qin Mo turned back with a glass of wine, looking at the appearance of a teenager, still in the trousers, the face under the silver short hair slightly depressed, like a child stealing the clothes of an adult. I leaned aside and leaned aside.

Bo Jiu’s ups and downs, seeing that the great **** has no intention to help, the thin lips screamed: “This dress is too big for me.”

"Now I know that I am short?" Qin Mo took a sip of wine, and his voice was slow: "Ceiling school."

Bo Jiu’s foot slipped and almost fell, and the god’s poisonous tongue problem could not be changed.

Qin Mo whispered a glance at the mobile phone screen that he lit up: "I let you think about the thing you thought, do you have an answer?"

"That thing?" Bo Ji pulled his long sleeve: "Which?"

Qin Mo sees this situation, puts down the wine glass, walks over, and smashes the juvenile's arm, curling up his cuffs, and his face is beautiful and indifferent: "break up."

A word is a word, the sound is calm.

Bo Jiu thinks this, there is such a thing.

However, she can't promise too refreshing, or she will show flaws.

Had to bow his head and did not speak.

Qin Mo smiled like a smile and stopped moving: "How? Reluctant?"

"This is my first love in name." Bo Jiu said this is true: "Meng Ge, you don't look at my confession so many times, this is the only success."

Qin Mo’s hand used force: “You also know that you have more confession times.”

Bo Jiudun, how can she not open the pot, which is really not a very proud thing.

"In the first time, you give me some time."

This answer should always be correct.

Qin Mo lived in the dawn, and then the voice rang loudly: "One day."

"What?"

Qin Mo continued to roll another cuff for the boy, and the arc of the side face did not show any emotion: "I only give you a day, listen, this is the limit."

Bo Ji did not speak immediately.

However, Qin Mo did not know how many times he felt this way.

That kind of worry about hearing rejection.

worry?

When will he have such inexplicable emotions?

Not without guilt.

With such a handle, let the boy break up.

Just can't stand it, this guy will belong to a girl.

Since it is not that important yet.

Then completely remove it.

Do not give anything a chance to sprout.

This time he has learned the lesson.

In the future, the teenager will only have him.

"Okay." Bo Jiu tried to make his emotions a bit low, and even his voice was hoarse: "I will try to make myself forget."

Qin Mo looked at the low head, the fluffy silver vortex.

I got the answer I wanted.

But there is no such feeling of pleasure.

Because Qin Mo discovered that if he could, he could not think of the loss of the teenager.

Especially the loss of the boy, not because of him, but because of a girl.