The national school idol is a girl

the next day.

It's not completely light yet.

Bojiu stood in the bathroom and started to check if there was anything wrong with her.

After yesterday, she was more alert.

The door must be locked.

Looking in the mirror, she wrapped the bandage and put on her sweater and coat.

After washing your hair, it will look more fluffy.

When you open the door, you can see the most peaceful sleeping face of the great god.

With his hands on his chest like that, when his eyelashes are down, he can see circles and circles of shadows, much like a mixed-race aristocrat.

Who did the master look like? His genes are so good.

No matter what, let's take advantage of the master's sleep to take the phone over and meow a few times before getting down to business.

I blocked Baobao’s WeChat message yesterday, but she hasn’t replied yet.

I just didn't expect that when I got the phone, what was displayed on the screen was not Feng Baobao's emergency call.

It's his brother, Feng Da's manager.

Feng Da's agent was very direct: "Z, go to Weiyan and post photos. Don't imitate Mr. Qin. That guy is a fool on Weiyan."

Bo Jiu thought for a while and replied: "I don't like to hair Weiyan, but I can do it for the great god, how about it?"

Feng Da's agent was still at the domestic airport, planning to get on the plane and fly to the winter capital.

After dealing with the affairs of the paddle market, of course we have to go to the winter capital. This friendly match may sound like a friendly match, but once the country is defeated, its meaning will completely change.

If they lose here.

How can I have the dignity to attend the national competition?

Manager Feng Da was originally only thinking about this, but now he saw the WeChat message and immediately became excited: "Send it for Mr. Qin? Are you sure?"

"OK, I have the master's password before. Isn't it the same password as the game?" Bo Jiu lazily lay back on the bed, with a lollipop in his mouth and a mobile phone in his hand, feeling that he was alive. So I became interested.

Agent Feng Da thought for a while, and with Mr. Qin's indulgence of Spades, it shouldn't be a big deal, so he decisively agreed: "Then you send it with a photo!"

Bo Jiu smiled slightly and replied: "No problem."

Bring photos, but also bring photo skills.

The master probably doesn't like to be in public, but it would be a pity not to let Qin fans enjoy the benefits of such a prosperous sleeping appearance.

Therefore, after Bo Jiu deliberately got out of bed, he tilted his body and took pictures from right to left. He just took advantage of the light that came in in the early morning and blurred Qin Mo's handsome profile, leaving only a single line for people to see. You can think of how handsome and smooth the people in the photo are.

Of course, there is also that handsome and noble sleeping posture.

Such a master is so clean.

It's like merging with the morning light.

Bo Jiu originally smiled, but after seeing the photo he took, he paused for a moment.

No need to ask anymore.

She was almost certain.

The Great God is the same person back then.

Because of this chin curvature, it highly overlaps with the memory of three years ago.

I couldn't see his face clearly, and I once asked who this person was.

The answer came to me all at once.

However, Bo Jiu only paused for a moment.

Since they were connected yesterday, there is no need to worry about it now.

And one thing is that she recognized the great god.

The great god didn't recognize her... which was good.

With a happy mood, Bo Jiu opened the official WeChat account and edited only four words: "Morning, sleeping face." He even posted the photos together...

Recently, I have been disgusted by some people who said they like me in my comment section and then stole my articles, so I just added my thanks to the seven guys who really love me. Thank you for your silent protection. Thank you even more. When I needed to defend my rights, I never looked back. It was you who gave me so much strength and allowed me to persevere until now. There are also some Qizai who are worried about me. It’s okay. Even if I’m tired, I’m very happy. I’ll give you more, okay? Da, Ann.