The national school idol is a girl

Soon, his premonition came true.

Because the voice of the man behind him came over, with a unique indifference and nobility: "Go and hand him over to the boss, let the boss handle it."

"Yes." The magician began to lead people.

The prince's eyes widened. Let me go. Everyone knows why he airborne!

Don't be joking, okay? He said hello. Even his uncle wasn't sure which team he was on and why.

The magician knew what the prince was thinking by looking at his expression, and thought to himself, Brother, you are still too young and inexperienced, you are too inexperienced.

After missing those two people.

Qin Mo looked down at the person in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and after a while, said: "Hand over what you have in your hand."

Bo Jiu still wanted to make up for it: "What is it?"

Qin Mo reached out and grabbed her wrist that was in his trouser pocket, then picked up the cuff and pushed it up. Under his palm was the person's delicate skin that was as warm as warm jade. It was very warm, which made his eyes lower and deeper. A lot.

Bo Jiu's face felt a little hot, and he didn't know whether it was because of the slight coldness from that hand, or because of a guilty conscience.

Anyway, I knew that I had nothing to do with taking the mobile phone, so I simply confessed and was lenient: "I didn't do anything detrimental to the army, and I didn't contact the housekeeper."

"No matter who you are contacting, no communication equipment is allowed here." Qin Mo took out the mobile phone from her sleeve, then curled up the corner of his mouth, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "You are really capable. "

This sentence is definitely not a compliment.

Bo Jiu felt that it was necessary to shirk responsibility at this time. Anyway, the prince was escorted by the boss, so he should not be afraid: "The main reason is that the prince has a hard relationship." This is the truth.

"Oh?" Qin Mo said slowly, "Your little friend will definitely cry after hearing what you said."

Bo Jiu said frankly: "During team battles, it is also a strategy to buy teammates appropriately to ensure your own survival."

"Then what do you think your chances of survival are if you fall into my hands?" Qin Mo asked coolly.

Bo Jiu coughed: "I won't do it a second time."

Qin Mo said no more.

Bo Jiugang was about to move.

Then I heard the person standing over there say again: "Come here."

It's so close, why don't you go there?

Bo Jiu raised his head and glanced at the person in front of him. He looked around and found that no one knew. He probably understood what the great god meant.

The master definitely wanted her to coax him, absolutely.

She knew very well what the arrogant little princesses in novels usually had in mind.

Bo Jiu smiled, opened his arms and hugged Qin Mo's waist. Even though his face was dark, he still had an indescribable youthful energy.

Qin Mo paused, then stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the person. He was probably satisfied, and his brows and eyes relaxed a lot.

It really looks cuter the more you look at it. Bo Jiu originally wanted to stretch out his paws and eat tofu. The opportunity is rare, right?

No matter where she was, before she could move her hands, the familiar breath fell behind her ears, unhurriedly: "Run ten laps with a heavy load."

Bo Jiu:...Didn't you just act coquettishly at her?

"What are you dreaming about again?" Qin Mo pinched the young man's face, not very hard at all. He was mostly doting on him, but his words shattered someone's fantasy.

Bo Jiu was also puzzled to understand how great it was that the great god could just be there quietly treating him as his handsome man, but he had to talk, and it was really unattractive to talk.