National School Prince Is A Girl

"This gentleman..."

Fu Jiu has just started a speech.

The bell over there rang.

"clang!"

This is a sign of what everyone knows.

It is still 15 minutes and zero.

The pleasing waltz sounds on time.

Fu Jiuyan saw the man standing in front of her, and stretched out the hand with black gloves. His look was faint: "Get it."

What is it? Fu Jiu picked up his eyebrows.

"hand."

The voice seemed to be a stupid disgust.

Fu Jiu still hasn't moved.

This dance, she is trying to refuse, how can she jump and jump?

Qin Shen’s deep eyes looked at the top of the fluffy head, and there was no emotion on his face. It was only a bottom but a sinking one. With his understanding of someone, someone must now think about how to get out.

Pity……

At this point, I still don't want to dance with him.

How can I make someone escape easily?

Just when Fu Jiuguang was still drifting.

The left hand wrist was suddenly smashed by people!

Because of this action, it was not within her expectations.

Fu Jiu’s whole person was leaning forward without control, and his nose tipped on the chest of Qin’s desert.

The faint smell of tobacco on the man suddenly filled her mouth and nose, and it was cold and sullen in the quiet, familiar and familiar.

The people beside him, whether they are witches or members of the Confederate team, have a horrible cover on their faces.

Probably think that Qin Mo should not be so important.

Only Fu Ji does not think there is anything.

Because there was a bass that had no emotions in the ear: "Stand up."

Two words, much like the style of the gods.

Therefore, the Great God should not know until now that she is right.

Only, the two of them are too close.

Every time I move, the tobacco fragrance on the man will follow, which is simply to make Fu Ji nowhere.

Fu Jiu can clearly see his straight nose, **** thin lips with an indescribable temptation.

He was looking down at her, the beautiful nephew under the mask, like a deep ancient well, indifferent and noble...

She wants to pull her hand back.

He has already begun to guide her to dance.

Fu Jiu knows that when he opened the hand of the great god, he made it too. He only thought that he would not be discovered as long as he did not stick to each other.

Xue Yaoyao, the only person familiar with the matter, did not know what to say after seeing this scene.

Looking at the two people on the dance floor.

There is only one idea in her heart that is a good match.

Whether it is height, temperament, and the feeling of not being able to describe it.

Because Qin Shen is a man who is indifferent and full of enthusiasm, which is doomed to be eclipsed by anyone who stands by him.

But if it is a person like Jiudian, it will not.

The goblin-like black swan was danced in the arms by Qin Shen, but it didn't make people feel like they were compared.

Instead, she made her more beautiful.

The two men looked like the same kind of darkness.

Even the dresses complement each other.

It’s like they were originally in this world...

Gradually, the glory of the sorcerer sank, and the money she took out in her hand was almost changed by her pinch.

The surrounding scenery is constantly changing as the dance steps flow.

The lights on the dance were originally dark, and this Fu Jiu can only see the eyes of Qin Mo, and the eyes of the people around them could not see.

The people on the dance floor are starting to increase, and more and more.

With the lead dance of Qin Mo, other people have also pulled the dance partners and slipped in. After all, the zero point they are most looking forward to is coming...