National School Prince Is A Girl

"Yes, that is not just a game for the Dimension, but you must receive treatment." Feng Yi does not retreat: "Go to the country first, and then talk about things later."

Qin Mo is slow to tie the button, single copy into the trouser pocket, deep sigh: "Do not go."

The attending physician sighed a sigh: "Is it really important to win or lose the game?"

"It's not a question of winning or losing." When Qin Mo said this sentence, he had already reached the door. The voice was not high and not low: "I just don't want to leave any regrets."

Whether it is losing or winning.

The most regrettable thing is that there is no participation.

He said that he would lead the Dimension to win the national championship, not when the Dimension lost, he was not present even.

No matter how he can continue to pursue this career in the future, he can't leave now.

Feng Yi certainly knows what Qin Mo thinks. He also knows that he can't persuade this person.

However, he could not let the situation develop like this.

Look at the straight back that disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Feng Yi wants to think that the person who most likely persuaded to live in Qin Mo is thin nine.

He knows better than anyone else, who is the person who Qin Qin kisses at the masquerade, and understands that for Qin Shen, the boy is different from any other person.

After coming out of the hospital, Feng Yi dialed the phone of the teenager. This is the first time he did not follow what Qin Mo thought.

The night outside was a little deep, and his voice changed with it. It was no longer the former fox: "There is one thing, I need to talk to you."

When receiving the call, Bo Jiugang arrived home, his teeth draped over the jacket and was preparing to undress. After hearing the words of the seal, he stopped the action and did not ask anything. He only copied it into his trouser pocket. Qing Yu: "Yes, where can I see?"

Feng Yi appreciates the juvenile's this simply.

At the same time, he is also very clear that the juvenile's mouth is very strict.

And in some ways, Spades Z and Qin Shen have too many similarities.

The most important thing about a game is who will drive the rhythm.

In order to convince Qin Shen to treat hand injuries, there must be a fire person to lead the League.

Looking for Yunhu and Lin Feng are not suitable.

Only the Spades Z, never lost, just like the one when that person appeared.

The night is getting thicker.

He Honghua was still cooking soup. She saw her family's zipper pull the top of the jacket and put on a black mask. The light was all over the place: "How come this is going out again?"

"Temporary things." Thin nine smiles, the eyes exposed outside are very nice: "Mom, wait for me to come back to accompany you."

He Honghua was still very embarrassed. After listening to her family's words, she sighed: "It's cold outside, smog and heavy, wear one more mask, and wear clothes, don't catch a cold."

Nine's body, usually does not seem to have any problems, once the cold will be more serious than the average person, so He Honghua will be so nervous.

Fortunately, now that her economic conditions have regained her good shape, plus nine do not go to those messy nightclubs, He Honghua has been relieved a lot.

At the meeting place, Feng Yi was in a coffee shop.

The coffee shop is only open until 10 o'clock in the evening, but the victory is quiet, there will be no media people to notice here, to facilitate their talk.

After seeing the boy, Feng Yi did not bend around and directly pushed the information on his hand...