National School Prince Is A Girl

On the screen, it is the time when the gods are young.

At the time of the fifth road, the fight.

She did not carefully look at the look of the Great God, so the memory is also the figure of the young man who stands alone and self-reliant, and the beautiful chin in the broken light when he is holding his wrist.

Now there are so many gods so many years ago to let her see.

The attention of Bo Jiu was not so cold and cold, exuding the face of Xianjun, but he heard his sentence: "Because there was a guy when she was a child, she likes to play games."

"That is, you are playing for the game for that person?"

"Yes."

When I talked about the last word, the man looked at the camera. The appearance of the boy, the thin lips were clean, the nose was tall, and the eyes were dark as if there was light.

The thin nine throat moved a bit.

When he was young, he didn't play games so often, and most of the time he was with her.

When she took the keypad, she showed him the very simple initial code that she wrote. The small game that can be operated according to the up and down keys is full of joy.

Later, he wiped her hand and told her that he could play games with her, but she couldn't go out and play with others, she turned back and sneaked into him, and he disliked it.

This is quite good, so when it arrived in the afternoon, she plugged the keypad and made a game target. Two people played together.

She still remembers him asking: "Like?"

"Yeah." She was looking at his arrogant, white, pretty face and blurted out.

I did not expect to be regarded as a game by the great god.

Thin nine fingers pressed on the mouse, fixed in the interview, back a little back, and listened to the two conversations again.

Just listening to it three or four times, the corner of the mouth was hooked up.

Then look at the message that the fans gave her.

Thin nine for a long time did not put the sentence: "I am the guy who loves to play games, the gods do not forget" said the exit.

"What are you doing?" There was a sound coming from the ear, and there was a little laziness in the clear, a little slow and a bit heavy, but enough to make the scalp numb.

Thin nine pressed the words out, directly closed Weibo, and smiled: "Walk around the Internet."

With the movement of the thin nine, the loose collar slides down, revealing the skin there, with a smooth white porcelain, a moderate depth of the clavicle, and a beautiful eye, like milk gelatin.

The Qin desert is just after a shower, the hair has not been rubbed, and the black hair is drooping. After seeing this scene, the light is a bit deeper: "Come here."

"Well?" The boy did not move, holding the mouse in his hand.

Qin Mo walked over and reached out and put his hand on the clothes: "Pay attention to the image, Mrs. Qin."

Then hear these three words.

The face of Bo Jiu was a bit hot and opened the subject: "What did Zhang Wei do?"

"Xiaolongbao, beans and meat." Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "How? Don't like it?"

Thin nine stretched out and held the man: "Like."

Qin Mo’s finger paused, and the light was a little light. I don’t know what I was thinking.

Two people came upstairs.

The steaming dumplings have just been released.

It is said that it is a dumpling, but it is not much better than the outside.

On the surface, go to the soft and sturdy, the stuffing is also a bite, and the mouth can be fragrant.

I thought that one cage was enough for the two people to eat.

Finally, when Zhang Wei saw the young man carrying the last meat bag, he looked up and asked if she had any time.

Zhang Huan discovered this breakfast, and she did a little less.

"I am going to steam a cage now." Zhang Wei said.

Qin Mo opened his mouth: "No, when she gets support, the stomach will be uncomfortable."

The thin nine is still awkward, and there is no color in it.

Qin Mo always felt that this scene was familiar, but wherever he saw it, he could not find traces.

It’s just that this person seems to be getting a lot smaller, and his mouth still screams: “Indifferent, you will let me eat a meat pack again, I will eat one more.”

"You have said this sentence five times." That is his voice.

"Ah, five have given me, not the sixth, 6666, this number Geely, Geely!"

The little guy is always reasonable.

He didn't talk, his fingers held the man's round belly, and only said two words: "Shut up."

Such a picture is blurry and embarrassing, as if there is no generality.

When Qin Mo’s flash of the moment, when he came back, the young man’s fingers glared at his sleeves, and all the scorpions were worried: “Is it painful?”

Instead of coming to someone, he didn't care too much about his hand.

"No pain." Qin Mo put down the bamboo chopsticks, vacated the other hand to press her hand down, and then held it in his hand.

Zhang Wei really didn't know what to say when he was eating. He tried not to bother the two people, smiled and put things down, then went to the kitchen and sent a voice WeChat to An Ying: "Mrs, you can rest assured The young master has nothing wrong with him, and he is not good at nine."

After seeing this WeChat after An Ying, it was a little peace of mind. She was worried about the psychological problems of her children.

I heard that Jiangcheng has just been peaceful, but the overall situation is still not very good.

Even if her husband did not say, after An Ying, she also vaguely noticed the problem inside. Otherwise, the person would not have appeared in so many days, and sent someone to protect her.

After An Ying, there was nothing wrong with him, mainly his son.

She is worried that the case in that year is not finished yet...

Time has passed slowly.

Especially for the university.

Since the live broadcast of the square.

The policeman is eyeing a university.

Some people are complaining, some people are afraid, and always feel that something will happen.

Many people are talking about this in the dining hall.

"Hey? Fanjia, how do you look scared?" Someone asked the classmate next to him.

The person named Fanjia smiled: "There is nothing to be afraid of, a big student, which one is not good at learning and quality, the police is probably anxious to solve the case, will listen to the comments on the Internet, and then, this matter and we It doesn't matter."

After someone heard her, the brow wrinkled: "I don't think it doesn't matter at all. Don't you read the news, how bad the person is doing, encourage others to commit suicide, and instigate others to infringe, and finally simply Killing the original, isn’t this a terrible thing? The most important thing to do now is to cooperate with the police. To be honest, whether or not we are a big person committing crimes, I hope to catch the murderer early. I always feel this. The murderer has no humanity."

When the sister said this sentence, she did not notice the luxuriant side. When she bowed her head, the poisonous light flashed in her eyes...