National School Prince Is A Girl

Almost instantaneously, Bo Jiu saw Zhang Ayi’s scorpion squatting down. She quickly reached out and smiled shallowly. She was very handsome: “How can I be dissatisfied? The beef hot pot made by Zhang Ayi is so delicious, ready to come out. Clothes are definitely comfortable to wear..."

Zhang Ayi was so boasted by the teenager, and the whole face was beaming. The inexplicable reddish color was really too gentle for the nine young masters. It was not a type with their young master.

Bo Jiu is planning to make persistent efforts to confuse...

Qin Mo robbed the boy's words, and his voice was very light: "I feel that Zhang Ayi is good, and I will sleep today."

Bo Jiu: ...the **** has set her way!

"Ah? Nine young masters don't live today?" Zhang Ayi looked at the long handsome young boy in front of him, quite disappointed: "I still cook the night for the nine young masters, the preserved egg lean porridge, the usual young masters Don't eat these things, now it's hard to have someone to eat..."

Bo Ji carefully thought about it, the bathroom and the bedroom are independent, even if she stays, as long as different rooms, it is not necessarily found.

When the words are said to be such a point, if she refuses, the great god, the detective of psychology, may doubt her.

The main reason is that she really can't look sad to her good woman, especially a woman like Aunt Zhang.

"Of course I have to stay." Bo Jiuyi raised his lips, it was full of sons, his left hand extended to take the pajamas over, and Zhang Ai's hair was close to his ear: "How can I love me so much?" Let go of the preserved egg lean porridge made by Zhang Ayi."

Zhang Ayi listened to this sentence and was happy like a child: "I will go to the nine young masters now!"

"Okay." No one can see, our little crying inside the heart.

Living down means that she has to sleep with a bandage for one night, which is what girls know, and that is simply suffering!

Qin Mo’s purpose was reached. He turned his head and continued to open his video conference. In the very smooth English, there were occasional French sentences.

It can be seen that the meeting is not a small meeting, it is also difficult for the great gods, driving such a business cross-border conversation, but also taking time to use Zhang Ayi to set her way.

Sure enough, there is no business.

Bo Jiu spit on the side, while planning to hold the big **** still in the meeting, first go and replace the pajamas.

Otherwise, there will be things like in the locker room... she really can't handle it.

In order to prevent her from re-arranging her for a while, Bo Jiu went downstairs to find Zhang Ayi to confirm her room and became familiar with the environment.

Different beds will have a high safety factor.

There seems to be nothing to worry about.

Thinking this way, Bo Jiu took out his own modifications and was very leisurely on the game.

When I log in to the account, I see that one person has sent her more than one hundred friend applications.

Bo Jiu pulls the page apart, all of which are “rewarding you for a punch and eliminating music”

"Idol, idol, why don't you add me?"

"Idol, the hero is too much something, actually said that I maliciously harass the player! I just sent you a hundred messages! I am also going to send you a thousand! I have money in the game!"

"Idol... Say, take me to play this, hit me to fly? Why don't you still appear?"

"Idol, why don't you go to the game, shouldn't you be abducted by the Great God?"

From the initial enthusiasm to the final frustration, it is enough to see that Feng’s classmates have waited for the eyes of Jiuye and others to wear...