National School Prince Is A Girl

There is really no way to pick up this!

Wang Zong, who is committed to directing the topic in the normal direction, is also screaming at this time: "Hey, hey... cough, then I wish here that Qin Shaoxin wishes to reach it soon!"

Finished, a head, no longer talk, or drink really!

The idea of ​​Qin Mo did not stop because of the end of the meal.

After getting on the bus, the special help asked: "Is it back to the company or back to the home?"

Qin Mo is careless: "Go to her."

Who is she, needless to say, special assistance also understands.

In the case of driving, I want to send a message to tell Miss Nine to "learn well."

Sitting in the back of Qin Mo has opened his mouth again: "Through the wind to report this kind of thing, do less."

Special help immediately put away the mobile phone, always feel that their president's patience is not too much today.

At this time, the thin nine with a lollipop is teaching the apprentice how to play the trumpet, otherwise it will be bullied.

Although her apprentice is fierce, there are not so many people who know the goods.

After listening to Xiao Mobei, who was sitting in front of the computer, he lifted his squat and his voice was faint: "Master, you should write the test questions."

"I have no strength to write, I am hungry." Thin nine evil smiles, one hand holding down the squat: "How does the master take you out to eat hot pot?"

Xiaomobei stood up: "I am going to cook for you. I can't eat irritating food before the college entrance examination."

Thin nine laughed and raised his eyebrows: "Where are you from this set?"

Xiaomobei no expression, like thinking about it, said: "The sister of the neighbor's family also took the college entrance examination, and her family said so."

Thin nine figure slenderly leaned on it, lazy biting a dog tail grass that did not know where to pull it from, handsome face, handsome: "boring, want to drink."

"You can't drink too." Xiao Mobei took a potato: "Do you make potato beef?"

Thin nine leaned back: "You can't eat hot pot and you can't drink alcohol. Life is meaningless."

Xiao Mobei washed the potatoes and placed them on the chopping board, seriously comforting her master: "After the college entrance examination, you will be able to pass the door."

Thin nine heard words, double bright, silver broken hair, even the corners of the mouth are hooked: "Well, I will bear it, compared to the hot pot and wine, or your wife is the most important, the name of the teacher is good, Use more in the future."

Xiaomo North has not yet nodded, and she saw the figure appearing behind her master.

Thin nine is also aware of it.

Haven't waited for her to turn back.

The cold voice was heard in the ear: "Shi Niang? Is this a good name?"

"I am a master, of course you are a teacher." Thin nine pretending to be deep: "Other generations will be chaotic."

Qin Mo snorted and directly held the wrist of Thin Nine, and walked upstairs.

Someone still needs to close the door to "discipline".

As for the method of discipline, it is always finished with a thin nine-clavicle full of imprints.

Still today.

Thin nine and a half raised his head, the arc of the lower jaw with a fragile beauty, and handsome as a teenager.

She lowered her voice, and her breath was a little chaotic, but she could still hear it. She said, "Lighter."

Qin Mo took a hand on the man's waist and put her on the door. She was half-bent and her fingers had unlocked all the buttons on her shirt. The thin lips stopped on the beautiful clavicle of the white enamel. Very, like what is suppressing, but because of this repression, the more he appears to be deadly **** in his cold: "I am waiting for you to finish..."