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One thousand three hundred and fifty-three

If you have to find a sentence to describe Bo Jiu's mood, it is really better to meet Aunt Zhang.

Why did she just recite it so much?

If you meet someone, you will meet Queen An.

There are very few pictures of Bo Jiu's expression that lasted for a long time.

Her heart was really turbulent.

Qin Mo probably wanted to see her expression. He leaned over and pinched her face with his fingers: "Why? I was scared?"

Bo Jiu is still a little bit square and is sorting out his own ideas. At least he needs to be more sincere when facing Queen An Ying.

After thinking a lot about how to open this question.

When I looked up again, there was the handsome face that was so close to me, and Qingguizhong seemed to have a little smile.

The great god's expression was clearly about gloating. Even if it was not that obvious, she was not blind.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows and started chatting from the perspective of the great god: "Brother Mo, you just brought a girl home last night. Didn't An Yingxiu ask you anything?"

"After seeing it is you, do you still need to ask?" Qin Mo pinched Bo Jiu's face again.

Bo Jiu:...This sentence is really not easy to rebound. The great god said nothing and rebounded the problem.

"What did the Queen An say?"

OK, she chose to be straightforward.

Anyway, I can't get around the great god.

Qin Mo looked at her carelessly, his body approaching: "I really want to know?"

"certainly."

Qin Mo got closer again, his voice was very light: "Then show some sincerity."

Sincerity?

Bo Jiu paused.

Qin Mo reached out and rubbed her lips, rubbed her fingertips past.

Aunt Zhang pushed open the door and saw this scene.

The sun shone in, and the two equally beautiful people looked like they were coated with a light golden color.

The young master lifted the girl's chin, as if he wanted to kiss her, but was waiting for the other party to take the initiative.

The sound of cicadas faded a little at this moment.

Bo Jiu saw Aunt Zhang, then sat upright, and then smiled, not embarrassed. Anyway, her hooligan personality has already been formed in front of everyone, so he simply shouted lazyly: "Aunt Zhang."

Anyway, I have been seen by Queen An, so I am not afraid of being seen by Aunt Zhang again.

After Aunt Zhang heard the girl's voice, she went to look at the face, and then her eyes shaking.

This, this...isn't this Jiu Shao?

She originally thought that her young master had done something to be sorry for Mr. Jiu!

Now it seems... it's not at all!!!

The point is, how could Master Ninth look like this?

Aunt Zhang already felt that her brain cells were not enough. If it weren't for the face in front of her, she wouldn't have imagined the girl in front of her and her favorite boy together.

Aunt Zhang subconsciously looked at Qin Mo: "Young Master, this..."

Qin Mo, who was sitting by the bed, spoke with his expression unchanged: "The Emperor League had an event yesterday, and one of the links was to let this guy dress up as a woman and make fun of it."

"So that's how it is." When Aunt Zhang suddenly realized, she still couldn't control her gaze. She looked at Bo Jiu up and down, and muttered to herself: "This is too much like a girl, too much like."

If the young master didn't speak, she would really doubt something.

Now Aunt Zhang has only one idea, took out her cell phone and said, "Mrs. I will definitely be shocked to see Young Master Jiu like this."

Click.
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