Alternative Rival

Chief Zhao blocked Yan Ying who was rushing towards Bo Jue with one hand, and the other hand intended to pinch her glib mouth, but because someone was present, he changed his way temporarily and pinched her curvaceous mouth instead. Show the tip of the chin.

In fact, this posture is a bit like scratching a cat's itch, Zhao Qingge only realized it after doing it, and immediately felt that it was very inappropriate.Bo Jue squinted her eyes and smiled, and it looked more like it.

So she withdrew her hand.

Yan Ying was dealt [-] tons of damage by a visual biochemical weapon. It was a long, long time—it really feels like a long, long time ago. Among the four of them, she and Fu Le were responsible for launching the weapon. Later, Feng Shui took turns. It turned around and never came back.

It must be because I am too showy!

Bo Jue disagrees with this statement, talking about Mensao—no, Neixiu, who can compare to her Zhao Qingge, when Fu Le kisses Yanying in public, everyone is also very beautiful, as for Yanying Sakura?If a rectum leads to the brain, it can be regarded as an inner show, so I am keeping a low profile, deep and introverted.

The four of them made an appointment to go to the training room to play two games to exercise their muscles and bones. Fu Le smoothly healed Zhao Qingge's hand injuries. Not to mention that there were no traces left, but it did not affect normal activities.Bo Jue slapped his head and shouted repeatedly: "My elm head, why didn't I think of this at the time?"

In fact, I don’t blame her completely. Before they graduated, the tasks they took were mostly exercise, which was not that thrilling, and they never used mental treatment for scratching their skin—there was no spiritual specialist in their group. She was seriously injured twice, but at that time, mental treatment was no longer effective, and she was sent directly to the treatment center, so that this kind of method that could heal minor injuries was not included in her consideration at all.

Seeing the bandages on his hands being removed, Zhao Qingge shook his head secretly, revealing a rather cryptic expression of regret.

It was cured so quickly, and there was one less excuse to be funny.But when the injury is healed, you can find other entry points.

Bo Jue lowered her waist to avoid Yanying's blow, and suddenly felt a little cold behind her back. She probably didn't know that in her spare time, the little things in Zhao Qingge's heart popped up one after another, like a crop of leeks, which could not be cut off completely. .

"You deliberately didn't send me to the infirmary? What's your intention?"

Covered in sweat, Bo Jue hurriedly took a shower, and came out of the bathroom with her dripping hair covered in moisture. She doesn't like to blow-dry her hair very much. If she doesn't rush to sleep, she would rather let it go Let dry naturally.

Hearing this sentence for the first time, Bo Jue was still in a state of exhaustion and didn't understand.

"What did you say?" She scratched her head, walked to the desk, took out a pen and paper from the drawer, spread it out, and brushed her hair back.Longer again, almost to the waist.

"Nothing." Zhao Qingge changed his mind and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Write a hundred reasons why I think you are cute. Didn't I promise just now? Seriously."

"Have you thought of a hundred?"

"To be honest," Bo Jue smiled, "Not yet, but I think there are more than a hundred. If you think about it, there will always be. If you can't finish writing today, there will be tomorrow. If you can't finish writing, there will be the day after tomorrow. until."

Zhao Qingge propped his arms on the table, leaned over to her, Bo Jue hooked the back of her neck knowingly, and kissed her sweetly.The tip of the nose touches the delicate skin of the face. The shower gel is milk-scented, mixed with a subtle body fragrance, and the sweet smell in the breath makes people intoxicated.

Her body was pressed lower and lower, and the kiss became deeper and deeper. Bo Jue was firmly pressed on the chair, and her head was raised with some difficulty. Zhao Qingge supported the back of her neck, and at the same time forced her to get closer to him, deeply His tongue almost pressed against her throat.

Bo Jue's chair swayed, one corner stood up, suspended in the air.

"Oh!" She pushed Zhao Qingge's shoulder in panic.

Zhao Qingge let go of the panting person in his arms, turned the chair around and returned it to its original position, and stood firm on all four corners. Bo Jue's cheeks were flushed, lacking oxygen, and pointing at her "you you you" for a long time, a complete sentence No words can come out.

Zhao Qingge poured her a glass of water: "Slow down, don't rush, speak slowly."

After drinking the water, Bo Jue started coughing again, and took 2 minutes to catch her breath: "Are you going to murder your husband?"

"Then you are probably the first 'husband' to be kissed to death."

"You didn't even prepare me for being like this all of a sudden!" Bo Jue complained, scaring her to death, she was almost kissed to death.

Zhao Qingge moved a chair over, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at her leisurely: "What kind of mental preparation do you want? Is it 'Are you ready, I'm going to start' or 'I'm going to go deep into the back row this time The position of the penultimate tooth'?"

Bo Jue: "..."

Zhao Qingge said again: "Then you won't be surprised?"

Bo Jue: "..."

"Don't you like surprises?"

"..."

Bo Jue was speechless, rushed over angrily and pinched her face, drove her to the bathroom, leaned on the table by herself, just wrote the title "I think Zhao Guozi is good", and the word love has just been written. With a flick of the pen, it was changed to "evil", and then this article was changed to "[-] reasons why I think Zhao Guozi is hateful".

Reason [-]: Wake me up when I'm sleeping. It's a good name for sleeping too much, but it's actually trying to torment me!I just fell asleep for less than an hour!

Although that time was because of a temporary separation for a period of time, I returned to the messy dormitory from outside after a mission, and fell asleep on the sofa without even changing my clothes. She quietly opened the door and came in without knowing it. When I woke up, I had to wake him up, take him into the bathroom, take a shower, change clothes, and stuff him under the quilt.Bo Jue was very dissatisfied that she cleaned up the room and stayed up late that night, so she kept remembering it.

Reason [-]: The words are true and false, and they want to tease me a thousand and eight hundred times every day!If you are serious, you will lose!

In fact, there is a universal method, no matter what Zhao Qingge teases her, first assume that it is fake, and then act according to the truth. It's time to act coquettishly and subdue softly, and call the baby to go to bed, the beauty trick is the killer weapon, it works at any time, and it seems to be more and more effective.

She couldn't help feeling a little elated.

The third reason... Bo Jue poked the tip of her pen at her chin, little by little, and with an idea, she picked up the pen and wrote down eloquently.

By the time Zhao Qingge got out of the shower, she had already written No. 12, and she was a little stuck, biting the barrel of her pen in distress.Zhao Qingge looked from her direction, and saw densely packed black handwriting on the paper, which seemed to have written a lot.

She became curious and came over to see it, but Bo Jue covered it with her hands.

"You can read it after I finish writing it!"

"Okay, okay, I don't want to watch."

Bo Jue said, "Don't even look at me!"

Zhao Qingge said: "What's the reason for this?"

Bo Jue stared at her, and said, "Look at me, I can't write anymore, you go sit on the bed and read a book."

Zhao Qingge asked back: "What if I don't go?"

Bo Jue said: "If you don't go, I won't be able to write. Didn't I just say that?"

"In order for you to write it out," Zhao Qingge compromised with a smile, "I'll wait for you on the bed first."

Bo Jue nodded and said seriously, "Well, you can go."

Zhao Qingge walked up to her in two steps, and said, "I just took a shower, it smells so good, do you want to smell it?"

Bo Jue replied subconsciously: "Oh, good."

Taking a deep breath, her nostrils were filled with the same smell as hers.Bo Jue couldn't help stretching out his hand, just touched the woman's icy pajamas fabric, it felt as smooth as the smoothest piece of skin between the butterfly bones on her back, Bo Jue suddenly recovered, withdrew his hand, and said solemnly: "Don't tempt me! Go away!"

Zhao Qingge smiled lowly, pecked the tip of her nose, and walked away obediently.

Bo Jue accumulated a lot of material in just 2 minutes, and she worked hard with her pen. She had never written so seriously in the entrance examination.

Zhao Qingge took out the notebook from the suitcase, found all the folders of information about the Pleiades that had been accumulated before, opened it and read it again, she also contacted Xue Yu in the middle, added some new information, and made a more detailed plan.Made two copies and sent one to Bo Jue's terminal.

After doing all this, two hours have passed, and the clock on the wall moved past eleven o'clock, and gradually moved to the next goal, day by day, month by month, year by year, without end.Her eyes were a little sour. After a few minutes of massage, she felt better and then gently got off the bed.

The light changed to orange and sprinkled along her jade white feet all the way to the desk.

It is often said that a partner looks the best when they are focused on doing one thing, and she deeply agrees.Bo Jue's back was very straight, her legs were close together, and she stepped on the slippers with her bare feet, completely unlike the usual appearance of lying on the bed or rolling around on the sofa.Her posture in holding the pen is quite graceful, her fingers are slender, her skin is very white, and it is hard to tell which one is more flawless under the lamp.

Zhao Qingge walked to her side, saw her slightly drooping eyelids, and her long eyelashes curled up naturally, her brows were stretched out, which must be springing from Evans.

Just about to take this opportunity to peek at a few words, Bo Jue closed the notebook with a snap, threw the pen into the drawer, stood and rubbed his eyes: "I won't write anymore, I'm sleepy..."

She dragged out the last word with a long soft sound, which was as warm as glutinous rice cakes just out of the pan in winter.

Zhao Qingge went around her armpits with one hand, hooked her knees with the other, hugged her horizontally, and lightly bumped her forehead against her forehead.

"It's only a few steps, and you don't want to walk."

Bo Guozi: Those of you who have no wives will not understand the feeling of not having long legs.