National School Prince Is A Girl

the next day.

The sky is not yet fully lit.

Fu Jiu stood in the bathroom and began to check what was wrong with her.

After yesterday, she became more vigilant.

The door must be locked.

In the mirror, she wrapped her bandages and put on her sweater and coat.

After the hair is washed, it looks more fluffy.

When you open the door, you can see the quietest sleep of the god.

When you put your hands on your chest and your eyelashes are down, you can see the shadow of circles and circles, much like a mixed-race noble.

The way God looks like this is, the genes are so good.

No matter what, when you are sleeping with the big god, it’s just a matter of taking the phone and taking a few eyes.

Yesterday, I sealed my baby's WeChat, she hasn't returned yet.

Just did not expect that the phone just arrived, the display on the screen is not the emergency call of the baby.

But his brother, the big broker.

The big broker is very direct: "Z, on Weibo, send photos, don't learn Qin, the guy Weibo is long grass."

Fu Jiu thought about it and said: "I don't like to send Weibo, but I can send it to the gods, how?"

The big broker is still at the domestic airport and is planning to fly to Tokyo.

After dealing with Jiangcheng, of course, I have to go to Tokyo. This friendship match is a friendly match, but once I have smashed the country, the meaning has completely changed.

If they lose here.

What are the faces to see the national competition?

The big broker had originally thought about this. Now, when I look at WeChat, I immediately boiled up: "For the Qin total? Are you sure?"

"Definitely, the password of the Great God, I have it before, isn't it a password with the game?" Fu Jiuyi lay back on the bed lazily, holding a lollipop in his mouth, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and felt that he was alive. Then, I followed the interest.

The big broker thought for a moment, with Qin’s indulgence on the spades, the clockwork microblogging should be nothing, so decisively agreed: “Then you send, take photos!”

Fu Jiuxiao smiled and said: "No problem."

Take photos and take photos with tips.

Great God should not like to show his face, but it is a pity that such a prosperous life will not allow Qin powder to enjoy the benefits.

Therefore, Fu Jiu deliberately got out of bed, leaning his body, shooting from the right to the left, just taking advantage of the light coming in the morning, confused the beautiful face of Qin Mo, only one left is for people to see, I can think of how handsome the people in the photo are.

Of course, there is that handsome and noble sleeping position.

Such a great **** is too clean.

It is like being merged with the morning sun.

Fu Jiu originally smiled at the scorpion, and after seeing the photos he had taken, there was a moment of stagnation.

Don't ask.

She is almost certain.

The great **** is the one who was the year.

Because of this chin curve, the height coincides with the memory of three years ago.

I can't see the face clearly, and I have asked who this person is.

All of a sudden there is an answer.

However, Fu Jiu has just paused for a moment.

Since it was already connected yesterday, there is absolutely no need to entangle.

And one thing is that she recognized the great god.

The Great God did not recognize her... This is good.

With a pleasant mood, Fu Jiu opened the official micro-client, and only edited four words "early morning, sleepy." Even with photos, sent up together...