MTL - National School Prince Is A Girl-Chapter 1728 The first thousand eight hundred and five five (indifferent, sweet)

Chapter 1728, the first thousand eight hundred and five five (indifferent, sweet)

The sight of the fall paused: "Is it so far?"

"It’s not a single thing to play the game." Bo Jiu said: "You have walked that way. You should understand that you are not crowded by the trainees at the same time."

Falling to see the people in front of you.

Thin nine raised an eyebrow: "What?"

"Nothing." Falling out and reaching out: "Look at you too handsome, want to pinch you."

Thin nine single-handed trouser pockets: "Free pinch."

The fall is really pinched, and this person knows how, so much.

I don’t even say a word when I usually say it.

Probably this is gentle.

Falling down and re-focusing on the little figure not far away.

The child's black broken hair was found to be a little longer, hitting the eyelids, and quietly poisoning the fat man.

Occasionally, you will be free to wipe the keyboard and move the water.

Never said tired.

The bitter gourd juice they drank was also made by Little Bey.

At the time of the basic holiday, the thin nine will let the little bey stay in the base.

No one knows except the people inside the team.

Because of the meal of bey, it is thin.

Including the ticket to fly to Milan, too.

In fact, every country's team will have new reserves.

I will take a look at the past in this world competition.

Although the League has been dissolved.

But thin nine is the master.

The nature of the scorpion will not change.

Others have, how could her apprentice not be.

And this time.

Everyone knows that Bo Jiu has been interested in training bey's other positions.

In addition to the assassin's all-around play.

"You are very much looking forward to bey coming back?" With a low smile in the voice, and pinching the handsome face: "There is no need to train her like this."

Thin Jiuyi leaned back and did not speak.

I was stunned by the people.

It is Qin desert.

The falling hands followed.

Qin Mo, according to the person in his arms, half-folded his eyelids, still looks casual, but when his eyes are on the falling body, he is slightly cool: "I want to pinch my face and find your Xiao team."

Falling off the hemiplegia, looking at the other person who came over, the face of their Xiao team is mainly not so much people want to pinch.

Qin Mo has taken people away.

Falling down was originally intended to swear with Xiao Jing: "The guy in Qin Mo is too stingy. I can't pinch the face of a little spade."

Who knows, Xiao Jing only looked at her, his voice slowly: "You think you are too close to Z."

Falling aside, some awkward, it won’t even be him...

Xiao Jing is wearing a white coat and has a breath of fireworks: "I want to pinch my face later."

Falling:...

The Qin desert, which left the base and got on the bus, is different in performance.

After holding someone's chin for a long time.

The fingertips squinted slightly at the place where they were pinched.

Finally, the eyebrows are still slightly twisted.

"What happened to you and the fall?"

Xiao Jiuyi smiled: "You don't know, she is my goddess, telling the truth, indifferent, if I am a boy, then there is really nothing for you."

"Oh." Qin Mo smiled, and suddenly leaned over the man's ear: "Do you still want to be a boy?"

Thin nine micro-small, and I really want to be too overdone.

The voice of the Qin desert was slow, and the breath was hitting her ears. The people who couldn’t push it couldn’t push him: “Mr. Qin, have I been too indulgent to you recently, huh?”

(End of this chapter)