National School Prince Is A Girl

"High, the method of Bo Shao is really high!" The tallest member raised his thumb and looked at the teammate next to him. The two men had a strong poison on their faces, and the good days of the waste were also It’s over!

Bo Ximing did not really put Bo Ji on his heart. It was only the last mouse incident, which made him feel that it was time to give the other party a lesson. Is it really that he was the illegitimate child who was wronged and did not know?

It is time for people to take a good look at who is the real Bo family young master!

Bo Ximing did not understand at all, and Jiuye never dismissed what he called the young master of Bo.

The team's face is based on the situation, they will drink alcohol.

Bo Jiuyi’s opening is a very grounded atmosphere of “a dozen ice Budweiser”.

Feng still feels that after the idol, all the first time is gone.

Such as face-based, such as fighting, such as ... drinking.

"If you are not used to drinking, drink less." Bo Jiu drinking is very evil.

After Feng Shang saw it, he looked serious: "Odd, idol, phase, believe me, me, I can!"

"Oh, then let's drink." Bo Jiu finished, and reached out: "Boss, come back a dozen."

Feng still condensed: ... still... still coming? !

"Speak about the merits of everyone." After Bo Ji entered the state, it was really like a president of the business community. His fingers were stained with wine and he was on the table: "Feng Shang, you operate fast, wait until the game, stand here. Location, mainly responsible for returning to prevent blood, Yaoyao you..."

The juvenile's face looked very clear and youthful, but at that moment they felt that the teenager was not an ordinary high school student.

It’s like... It seems like a mature soul is living in a young body.

Xue Yaoyao does not know why there is such a feeling.

It’s just that the orders issued by the teenagers will always cause people to surrender.

It is their nine halls!

There is such a captain, even if it is to the masters of the e-sports competition, there is nothing to fear.

Xue Yaoyao laughed, and the round face didn't know whether it was because of drinking, or because he was full of expectations for the game, and it was slightly red...

At this time, it is in Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

A familiar long black Lincoln docked on the side of the road.

There are several bodyguards standing around it, each with a black Bluetooth headset for easy communication.

Whether it is a car or a person, all of them exude a breath of life.

Even so, it can't resist the enthusiasm of the students who are stranded at the school gate.

Many of the girls are on the tiptoe and take the phone.

The driver stood outside and glanced at the watch on his wrist. It looked like he was very anxious. He was facing the human being sitting in the car. "Qin, it’s been half a minute, we have to go first. The nine young masters should have gone home."

Qin Mo took the physical information on his hand, and the slender finger came over and knocked it. The corner of his mouth bent upwards, but the scorpion was cold and scary: "Should?"

The driver immediately said: "I am going to ask."

"No need." Qin Mo throws the physical book aside, the elegant legs of the legs, the perfect side face is like a layer of ice cold: "Come up, drive."

The driver hesitated and said aloud: "Don't wait for the young master."

Qin Mo did not speak again, and the cold look has already explained everything...