National School Prince Is A Girl

In the room, Qin Mo stood by the window and was unbuttoning the button on the shirt with one hand.

His eyes are very deep, just looking at the handsome side face, can't see what kind of emotion he is.

When Xiaoji came in, he saw this scene. He wondered if the **** was not tied because of her being tied up, thinking about going back to China.

Probably noticed where she is.

The Qin desert figure came over, one-handedly trouser pockets, and the scorpion half-lifted: "Golden master Baba, is this free again?"

The taunting of the sound is obvious.

As the gods call her gold master Baba, especially as the assassin is watching the blue baba...

Thin nine light coughed, and went one step further: "Before, the indifferent brother did not eat anything. The steward made by the housekeeper is good, and the indifferent brother can taste it. If you are not used to it, I still Have a unique cooking."

Qin Mo looked at the thing that the man was holding, and did not speak, nor did he show any expression of rejection.

Thin nine pairs of bright and bright, how much also know about Qin Mo, if the big **** really does not like, even the eyes will write a rejection, and from the inside out will exude indifference.

That kind of indifference that refuses to be a thousand miles.

She has seen it before, and she is worried that one day the indifference of the great **** will be used on her.

It seems that there is still salvation.

The thin nine-mouthed corner hooked, and forked a piece of cut steak with a fork, and fed it to the mouth of Qin Mo.

Qin Mo first glanced at her, then opened his mouth and ate the steak, only to feel that the things pressed between the chest were not so heavy.

Looking at Qin Mo, she thought that she would feed her favorite people and feel so wonderful.

Take time to feed more.

Thought of this, thin nine hooked up the thin lips, and forked a piece of steak handed over.

Looking at the man’s eyes hanging down to eat, it’s really beautiful to watch comics.

Thin nine is happy, but she has already touched the thin lip of the meat, but suddenly changed her direction and met her.

Look at the past from this perspective.

I can only see the shape of the thin nine holding the tray.

Qin Mo is not the same, one hand clasped her back of the head, the waist is half-bent, and did not intend to end the kiss.

It has become a blank in my mind.

Wait until the end.

The shape of the thin nine has not changed.

Qin Mo’s forehead was against her, and the voice couldn’t say hoarse: “Take the person you met when you were young.”

“Hmmm?” Boji returned to God: “What?”

"Forget him." Qin Mo repeated this sentence.

It’s a bit difficult to say, and I don’t know how to open it. Finally, I reached out and held the man’s hand. I didn’t answer it. The voice was still smiling: “Meng Ge, are you jealous?”

"Oh, what vinegar do I eat?" Qin Dashen’s mouth is a careless look: "I am reminding you, don't be so stupid, have been routine since childhood."

Thin nine is a bit of a smile, and it is a pleasure to listen to the big **** himself.

"Thin Xiaojiu, serious." Qin Mo reached out and pinched the boy's back neck, as if he was very dissatisfied. She was still perfunctory when he was so serious.

After seeing the title, Bo Jiu suddenly raised his cockroach: "What did you just call me?"

"Thin Xiaojiu." Qin Mo's voice is very light: "Are you not a surname?"

"Yes, my surname is thin." Thin nine repeated this sentence, just the moment, like before returning, the boy wearing a small suit, like a prince, basically saw her every time, handsome and cold face Will bring out a way to educate her, even the name with her name called her: "thin small nine."

The name makes Xiaoqi suddenly laugh, eyes look at Qin Mo, a bit suffocating: "Meng Ge, you call again."

Qin Mo looked at her. After a long time, she reached out and bounced on her head: "Thin little hooligans, when you say this, should you let go of the waist first, eat tofu very much? Happy?"

"Alright." Thin nine did not let go: "You just kissed me, I am holding you, what's wrong, telling the truth, indifferent, can't be too double."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "You are because I tied me, so I feel that you can do whatever you want? Kim Baba."

Thin nine heard the words, loosened his hand, thinking about it too, too much to measure.

Even if I really want to get an inch, I have to wait until she gets the medicine.

Qin Mo walked to the desk: "Talk about the case first."

"Yes." Thin nine put the plate down, turned the computer on, and turned the data out.

Qin Mo looked at the pictures above, and each one was like some information network, which infiltrated his mind and formed a blurred picture.

“The majority of overseas Chinese are foreign students. They are all living alone. There is no boyfriend. The appearance is not outstanding. The family conditions are general. Check the network preview records before they die.”

The voice of Qin Mo is very light, but it points to the center: "Since their circle of friends is not rich, the way to focus on them should be on the Internet."

"I think so too." Thin nine shakes the U disk in his hand: "So I checked it before I came, and the preview record is safe, but I didn't understand it."

Qin Mo looked at the direction of the thin nine: "Which point?"

"These numbers." Thin nine transferred one of the people's chat tools, and a string of Arabic numerals appeared on the dialog box.

The deceased is also a number to reply to the other party.

Join only one or two sentences, even if it is.

It can be written in this form.

This makes the thin nine intuitively surprised.

and……

"These are all in the chat records of all the deceased."

Thin nine fingers knocked down the space bar and switched to another page: "This is the same, such as this string of numbers, 8464, 7486, 64, 54, 94, 2264, 96... What does it mean, Holmes code?"

"No." Qin Mo's dawn is a bit deep: "Not quite like, this is really where they get a way of communication. If you communicate in this way, the other party will respond, but this is not the Holmes code. ”

Thin nine raised an eyebrow: "So sure?"

The voice of Qin Mo is very slow: "Do you think anyone knows how to read the Holmes code? Even if you kill, you have to make it easy to come in. This is the murderer's idea."

Thin nine left hand half support side, how much lazy look, like the little master, is thinking.

Not a Holmes code, what would it be?

simple?

What kind of 1314?

Think of this.

Thin nine inexplicably thought of the passwords of the Great God.

Looking at the past in the Qin desert looking at the numbers still on the screen.

She did not think that the Great God would sit next to her after she learned her identity.

This is probably due to the fact that she cleverly tied the big **** back home, cool!

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