National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiu is really a bit inconvenient.

She put her hand in her trouser pocket, and her eyes paused. She looked around and looked at Xue Yaoyao.

Xue Yaoyao does not want to change clothes, mainly her body... she should not wear the clothes here...

However, Xue Yaoyao still underestimated the influence of the name Qin Desert in the three provinces. In Jiangcheng, all such industries have more or less shares of Qin.

So here, they are all VIP-level treatment.

The receptionist standing next to me was very beautiful, wearing a professional suit and said to her: "Miss Xue, we have prepared the sportswear you want to wear for you, please come here."

After the receptionist finished speaking, he squatted down to the Qin desert and took the person away.

Xue Yaoyao was the first time to come to such a place, and it was inevitable that she was somewhat cautious, so she did not realize that there was anything wrong with Bo Jiu.

In addition to the receptionist in the magnificently decorated hall, there are only two people in Bojiu and Qinmo.

The men's locker room is not far from their left hand side.

Bo Jiu still wondered what excuses she would use.

Qin Mo has hooked her neck with one hand and brought people into the door. The left hand still did not forget to pull the sportswear from the receptionist.

President Qin has a habit. When he enters this place, he never waits, even if he changes clothes, he will let the waiters wait outside.

Although it is a VIP-level treatment, the locker room is one.

Bo Jigang just looked into the house and looked around. After the cabinet was opened, it could play a little shadowing function. The rest of the room was empty.

If she changes her clothes here, she will be exposed in three seconds.

In fact, as early as when Qin Mo said that he wanted to play, Bo Jiu was already ready to have physical contact. Today, he made a special bandage on his chest. He also wore a pure white hurd vest. .

Even so, can't you strip the light in front of the Great God?

Bo Jiu held a black sportswear that the man gave her. The good-looking brow wrinkled and even sank with the scorpion.

The windbreaker on Qin Mo’s body was handed over to the receptionist when he came in. Now he only has his suit on his body. He has one-handedly disguised his shirt. He turned his head and looked at Bo Jiu. The corner of his mouth picked it up and he couldn’t cover it. Abstinence: "What? You want me to take it for you?"

Bo Jiu knows that the **** is looking for her first face.

It seems that the old technique is impossible, and now the great **** is essentially different from the man who will do the face-based tutorial when she first met.

The difference is that he really treats her as a younger brother...

"I still don't move?" Qin Mou's slender fingers, throwing the shirt into the closet, first took out the lighter to point a cigarette, and the smoke rising room can only see his perfect upper body. Every inch of the line on the abdominal muscles is sexy, wearing a pure black handmade trousers, work-savvy trousers, and his two legs are exceptionally slender, and the black belt around his waist has been untied by him. Don't be on the side, **** and deadly.

He took a sip of smoke before he went to see Bo Jiu. When his finger moved, he would smash it again. His eyes were indifferent, and he was arrogant. "I am still thinking about going to the toilet like last time." People, no one here gives you a jealousy, don't think about what you think, don't move, I will help you take off."