National School Prince Is A Girl

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Bo Ji listened to the vibration of the side, and when he passed the squatting, Qin Mo had taken the mobile phone and walked out of the room.

The phone was called by Huang, and the voice was a bit heavy: "This case is a bit difficult to characterize. If you have time, come to the police station tomorrow."

"Know it." Qin Mo took the line and glanced at the direction of the teenager. In the end, he never went back, but chose to sleep on the sofa.

The next day, eight o'clock.

The Z on the network really did.

It’s just that the results are a bit surprising.

The memorial of the girl in the previous notice did not appear.

However, some of the images that were exposed have left the police somewhat uncomfortable.

Bo Ji was not very sleepy last night, but when he woke up, he saw the news on TV.

Qin Mo sat on the sofa and pressed the remote control with his fingertips. The tone was faint: "The object you imitated seems to be aiming the same thing with you."

Bo Ji raised his eyebrows: "Is the emperor saying that Z?"

"What do you think is the story of the girl in the notice?" Qin Mo did not answer.

Bo Ji sat down: "I just woke up, and I have to test me again?"

"It is the analysis of the case." Qin Mo put his hand on the boy's head: "The suspect was lifted by 80%, happy?"

Is that a careless tone, is it really a child? Still perfunctory...

Bo Jiu’s suggestion: “The remaining 20% ​​can’t be found?”

"Now is twenty-five percent." Qin Mo stood up, his face was beautiful, and his posture with his buttons was full of abstinence: "I don't like bargaining."

Bo Jiu: ... inexplicably more than 5%.

"Go wash, then follow me to the police station." Qin Mo's voice rang again, very heavy.

Bo Jiu has been standing in the bathroom, squeezing his toothpaste down, and when he lifted it up, he just turned to the man in the mirror: "What to do?"

"Remove your 20% suspicion." Qin Mo originally leaned on the door frame, seeing the teenager brushing his teeth, like the position of always hiding his upper lip.

The brow screwed a little and walked over, took the toothbrush in the boy's hand, and then squeezed the other's chin with one hand: "Open your mouth."

There are still bubbles in Bo's mouth, but she doesn't think it will affect her handsomeness: "I never let anyone help me brush my teeth. When I was young, I couldn't reach the sink. I moved a stool and stood. Brush on the stool."

"Do not praise you for being smart, buy sugar for you to eat?" Qin Mo raised his brow, more than the oppression is the gentle movement: "Do not talk, go drink."

At this time, Bo Jiu was a commander, and she basically did it.

The water entered the throat and groaned.

At that moment, it seemed like the morning sun became gentle and watery.

Qin Mo has always known that the skin of the teenager is good, but when the sun is filled, the skin on the side of the face is like a white jade, and the fingertip still has a soft and soft touch.

He thought that he really was completely bent.

Because no matter what the guy looks like in front of him.

He seems to have begun to become somewhat uncontrollable.

The idea of ​​wanting possession is getting stronger and stronger.

It is so strong that he even smells the breath of the boy and his fingers are hot.

But now it is not time to release the beast from my heart.

Otherwise they will not even be able to do it with their friends.

Because he doesn't want to see rejection in the eyes of teenagers, even if only a little...