National School Prince Is A Girl

The picture that appears on the screen now is the scene where Thin Nine touched Smith.

Ire really did not link these two people before.

Will it just hit it.

After all, other people have also hit Smith.

But it is clear that the Great God does not think so.

Because Iri clearly sees this after the scene.

The great **** in the high school uniform, the faint light that emerged from the bottom of my eyes: "This person is probably z."

"what?!"

Ai Rui can't accept it at all. His favorite resident singer will be the z who plays with them every day.

That person, what is like a hacker.

Shouldn't hackers wear a black hooded fir with a notebook in hand?

"Qin, will you be mistaken? I think..."

The Qin desert turned its head and the sound quality was cold: "Where is the best perspective of the audience?"

"On the stage." Ai Rui is a policeman after all, although the brain is not so fast.

There is no ups and downs in the voice of Qin Mo: "Yes, it is on the stage. On the stage, not only can you lock Smith's position anytime and anywhere, but he can not see who is wrong when he is hunting, because the singer I should have looked at the stage, and the police’s actions and location can be seen clearly. If I were z, I would definitely choose to stand on the stage."

Ai Rui opened his mouth again: "It’s not only him who can stand on the stage, there are so many people..."

"He is the best match." Qin Moxiang thought of the eyes he had just seen. This time he relied not on reasoning but intuition. Until the picture stopped again, the man ran into Smith.

Such a collision seems to be random, even if it is too many people to avoid.

In fact, people tend to be subconsciously inclined, and they will reflect the human mind.

It’s not too late to avoid it. Eighty percent of it may be deliberately hit.

The Qin desert slammed into the air and leaned over to face Ai Ruidao: "Now, Smith's position."

The people over there swayed and suddenly stunned: "Smith, he seems to have a nightclub."

After hearing the news, Ai Rui suddenly changed his face and rushed out.

Qin Mo did not stop him, but once again fell on the guitar boy.

Then, pacing, went in the opposite direction.

Although a little unexpected in small details.

But the final development is still in his hands.

z will choose the best point of view and route to act.

That being the case.

Then let this police with him be a compass.

Just walk in the opposite direction to the police.

I should meet that person.

Qin Mo can't say what he feels now.

The finger was blown a little by the outside.

But he didn't feel the slightest cold.

Instead, there is more to brew between the chest, and there has never been an emotion that has been said to others.

Or should not do such associations.

After all, it is impossible for every hacker to be her.

But that Chinese song made the mood of Qin Mo completely changed.

On Fifth Avenue.

Not a local.

Almost certain.

If it is a foreigner, it will definitely not sing the glory days.

So, will it really be her.

The little tiger he had been looking for for thirteen years, but did not know where she went?

Like closing your eyes, you can see the little shadow of that person.

She rolls on his bed, and when he gets up, he will hold him a desert.

When the toothache is painful, the left hand is holding half a small face, and he still does not forget to give him milk.

Seriously speaking, he will be obedient, holding a small money jar and saying that he wants to buy him every day.

When he was asleep, when he looked out the window, the soft little claw would always stick to his side face. He said softly, "Indifferent, do you want to go back to China and think about your mother?" Then you think about it, I am with you."

Like an idiot.

Think of him as a girl, not to give himself a sleeve, and hold the small keyboard full of Sahuan.

It is warm like a small heater.

Just, suddenly.

The small heater is gone.

Qin desert is always thinking.

If he can mature, it will not be the same.

She likes skin, she is raising a child, and she is indulgent.

Why did you quarrel with her at that time?

In the first year, she was gone.

He is still angry.

Gas, she said how to go and leave, even telling him not to tell him.

Didn't she think about it, that person really did something wrong, misunderstood her and William to go out to play, and punish him a little, even if it is really a month, three months, half a year can be seen.

Can you not stay that long?

She probably never understands what he regrets.

What kind of fun things she saw, what delicious snacks she had, and what kind of friends she had made, did she grow taller, she should still be so skinny, but she didn’t know if anyone was giving her when she wanted to eat sugar. She buys sugar to eat...

It’s all so big now, I should give myself a sleeve.

I can't take a step.

Qin Mo thought of a footstep here, and it seemed like a smile.

If Ire see this scene, I will be surprised to say nothing.

Qin Da Shen actually laughs! The genius actually laughs? !

Qin Mo really laughed, even he did not know why.

As long as I think of that person, my heart will naturally soften down.

Ninety percent is possible.

Plus the most important point, there is also a tear in the eyes of the little tiger.

It’s not obvious at that time. If you grow up, it should be very beautiful...

"Auntie!" The windy, thin, nine-slacked sneeze, and the small mistakes she had made on the stage were completely negligible.

Just don't know where her old friend found a high school student, and he is quite handsome.

Thin nine people like to look at their faces most, and they don't know when they came from.

Listening to the sound of the police car whistling, she slightly picked up the thin lips, the evil spirits, the knife in her hand, lightly approaching the face of Smith who had been copied by her on the pole.

When Smith came out, he never thought that he would encounter such a thing. Now he knows the fear, but he can’t change the fierceness: "Do you want money? I can give it to you now, let me go, otherwise you will end up Nothing is available!"

Thin nine smiled, and his figure was depressed: "You are treating me as a little punk on the street? Who told you that I want money? The scum like you should stay in jail, nowhere, I am giving you a chance now, do you want to die, or just like this, tie yourself up and be thrown at the door of the police station?"

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