National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo knew that someone would be curious, and the corner of his mouth could not help but bend, let the person pretend to follow it casually.

The thin nine is also very bright, and it is not black history anyway, no fear!

Qin Mo swept the inexplicable side face, the smile on his face was deeper, simply holding the coat, the legs were slender and leaning against it, and the fingers hooked in the direction of the thin nine.

Thin Jiuyi walked over: "What?"

Qin Mo chin picked it up and motioned her to go to the jacket pocket.

Let her take it?

Thin nine came to the interest and put his hand in.

As soon as I saw the thing, my ears were pulled down.

It was the photo that was placed in the villa before.

She knows a boyfriend like Jiao Da Shen.

Don't expect him to send a diamond ring or something.

What God is most like to do is to turn her black history.

Later, she still has to take a moment to ask the fans.

Boyfriend has a special interest, what should I do? Online, etc., very urgent.

Although watching the gods because of jealousy, the poison tongue is very fun when he was a child.

But if it is too much, it will be bad. What if he recovers his memory?

This is her black history.

Thin nine decided, before the big **** has not fully restored the memory, explain this matter clearly!

Qin Mo sees that she has not taken the photo for a long time, but also a pair of my helpless expression, suddenly smashed people, one hand into a fist gently reached her face: "Are you stupid? Take Come out and look over."

What else can a photo be? It can't be turned over and becomes a ring...

Thin nine fingers, the light is placed behind the photo, it is a very beautiful black body.

Not very long, only seven words.

You are a happy young man.

"Inverted to read what it is, you should be clear." Qin desert whispered, the lights fell, as if the night outside the window has become his foil.

For a moment.

The ear of the thin nine seems to have only the slow flowing voice, not high or low, but rich in texture: "The teenager you like is you."

This is not an ordinary confession.

Otherwise, this sentence will not appear behind this photo.

Thin nine fingers tightened, grabbed the sleeves of Qin Mo, the idea whistling.

Qin Mo smiled and fell on her forehead: "It's me.

Two words have already explained everything.

Great God, he... restored the memory!

All the memories!

Thin nine does not know how to describe the feeling of the present, there is a blank, and then one reaches out, not to mention holding people.

This time, he is really her.

From the inside out.

Completely complete.

After the joy, it is a muffled voice.

"I wrote a letter to you, you have not returned to me."

Qin Mo brought her hair to her ear: "I am not right."

"I sent it every day, and I wrote a lot of typos, and I was laughed at by the housekeeper for a long time."

Qin Mo sighed: "So, why do you want to write a letter."

What a small hacker wrote.

Boji also felt that he was in the middle of the second time: "I am a TV drama, I can say that the letters can make people feel sincere. Now think about whether the email is the most reliable. At least you have seen it. I can still read it here. You didn't see it, I can know that you didn't receive it."

"Well, it's not too stupid." Qin Mo listened to her whispering complaints, and the smile couldn't help it.

Thin nine, wait a minute, this topic is not quite right.

It is obviously her spit.

Why is the final conclusion that she is not too stupid?