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One thousand eight hundred and four (De Jiufan)

Some people can't control themselves and want relatives.

But he put his head on her shoulder, as if he was deliberately avoiding her.

Very reserved.

Then he pushed her, his eyes still a little unstable: "Let's go."

that's all?

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, slightly dissatisfied.

He looked down at his fingertips.

I feel that it is time for those medicines dug from the black brothers to use on some great god.

After all, I will go to Milan the day after tomorrow.

Because we have to face national competitions.

Therefore, the training specifications should also be generally high.

In addition to ensuring adequate training, you also need to have a good rest.

There is definitely no time to fall in love.

I finally had a vacation today.

No wonder Bo Jiu had some thoughts.

Anyway, I'm going home.

Bo Jiu curled his lips and had a chance to let her take action after he got home.

Qin Mo walked in front, and there seemed to be the feeling of the same thing as before on his waist. His deep eyes were sunk and sank, and the corners of his mouth were faintly arced.

In the hall.

Finally, there was no keyboard sound today.

Zhao Sanpang felt that Qin Xinji looked at him today and was so arrogant: "What's wrong with your shirt?"

Don't you usually wear neatly?

And he also said that if you can’t even wear clothes well, don’t come out and mess around.

Pay attention to the image. They are now the Chinese team and represent the country.

So even he didn't wear flip flops anymore and was following the specifications.

What's going on with this guy now!

"It's holiday today." Qin Mo's voice was very light.

Zhao Sanpang laughed twice: "What does that have to do with your disheveled clothes?"

"Vacation is private time." Qin Mo glanced at him: "The shirt was wrinkled because it was flirted by Jiu."

Zhao Sanpang suddenly froze.

Damn it!

He would feed him dog food again!

"Then you won't sort it out!"

Qin Mo slowly said: "You don't have a girlfriend, so you probably don't understand it very much. It feels very good to be lifted by your girlfriend on her own initiative."

So you deliberately don’t sort it out!

Which couple have you seen in love like you?

It was the girl who took the initiative to flirt with the boy's shirt!

Xiao Mobei was standing next to Zhao Sanpang at that time, and had already carried her schoolbag on her back. There was no expression on her white little face: "The fat god is always hit, why do you have to come over and be abused by my master's wife?"

Zhao Sanpang:...It's really heartbreaking!

Bo Jiu smiled freely beside him, rubbing Mo Bei's head with his right hand: "Don't say that, your fat man is the e-sports player with the most girlfriends, so you have to pay attention to your image."

"Girlfriend fans?" Xiao Mobei frowned slightly: "The world is so strange, I think everyone is looking at the face."

Zhao Sanpang was about to vomit blood: "Am I not handsome?"

"Do you listen to the truth?" Xiao Mobei asked seriously.

Zhao Sanpang beat him up!

How did he answer this?

Luo Luo looked around and smiled.

His eyes also rested on the small figure, and he looked up at Bo Jiu again: "It's a pity."

"Hmm?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

When Luo Luo smiled, her long hair was hanging down, which was indeed very beautiful: "It's a pity for Bey to disband the Emperor League."

"It's a little bit." Bo Jiu chuckled: "But one day she will come back."

Luo Luo looked sideways: "You are so sure? Isn't she not wanting to hit her now?"
Chapter completed!
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