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One thousand eight hundred and five (desert nine, sweet)

Luo Luo paused for a moment: "Is he thinking so far?"
"It's not just a matter of playing games." Bo Jiu raised his eyes: "You should understand that you will not feel very uncomfortable being excluded by trainees at the same time."
Luoluo looked at the person in front of her.
Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What?"
"Nothing." Luoluo stretched out his hand: "Look at you being so handsome, I want to pinch you."
Bo Jiusen clamped his pants pockets in his hand: "Pinch them at will."
Luo Luo really got it. Why did this person know so much?
I don't even say a word.
Perhaps this is gentleness.
Luoluo put her eyes back on the small figure not far away.
The child's black fragment was found to be somewhat long, and was hit on his eyelids, and was quietly savage.
Occasionally, I would come out to help them clean the keyboard and carry water to drink.
I never said I was tired.
The bitter melon juice they drank was also made by Xiao Bey.
Basically, during holidays, Bo Jiu would let Xiao Bey stay in the base.
No one knows except the people inside the team.
Because Bey's meal money was paid by Bo Jiu.
Including the flight to Milan, too.
In fact, every country's team will have reserve new players.
I will take it over and experience it during this world competition.
Although the Imperial Alliance has been disbanded.
But Bo Jiu is a master.
The nature of protecting a calf will not change.
What others have, how could her apprentice not have it?
And this period of time.
Everyone knows that Bo Jiu has been deliberately training Bey other positions.
All-round play except assassin.
"Are you looking forward to Bey coming back?" Luo Luo's voice was filled with a low smile and he pinched the handsome face again: "Or there would be no need to cultivate her like this."
Bo Jiu leaned lazily there, not talking yet.
He was dragged over by someone.
It's Qin Mo.
Luo Luo's hands were all gone.
Qin Mo pressed the person in his arms, half-lidding his eyelids, and he still looked careless, but when his eyes were on Luo Luo, he felt a little cool: "I want to pinch my face and go find you Team Xiao."
Luo Luo turned her eyes and looked at another person who was walking over. Their faces of Team Xiao were mainly because they didn't want to pinch them.
Qin Mo has taken the person away.
Luo Luo originally wanted to complain to Xiao Jing: "That guy Qin Mo is too stingy. I can't even pinch the face of Xiao Hei Yai."
Unexpectedly, Xiao Jing only looked at her and his voice was slow: "You think you are a little too close to Z."
Luo Luo was stunned, a little surprised. Could it be that even he...
Xiao Jing was wearing a white coat and had a scent of not eating fireworks: "I want to pinch my face in the future."
Luoluo:...
Qin Mo, who left the base and got on the bus, performed differently.
After pinching someone's chin and looking at it for a long time.
The fingertips rubbed slightly against the place that Luo Luo had pinched.
Finally, the eyebrows were twisted slightly.
"What's going on with you and Luoluo?"
Bo Jiuyi smiled: "Don't you know that she is my goddess. To be honest, Brother Mo, if I were a boy, then you really wouldn't have anything to do."
"Ha." Qin Mo laughed softly, then leaned over and bit the man's ear: "Do you still want to be a boy?"
Bo Jiuwei froze, and she wanted to flirt with her a little too much.
Chapter completed!
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