National School Prince Is A Girl

In short, this day was a nightmare for him.

The root of the devil is this little tiger.

Since it was seen out.

Qin Mo didn't care anymore. He pulled a scarf over and walked out.

Because it's too embarrassing.

Xiao Bojiu pulled his ears and explained very seriously: "At the end, I never admit that I missed people. It must be because you are so beautiful and your name. It sounds very cute."

After Qin Mo had something on him, he was not as passive as in the bathtub.

Directly pulled the man's hand over.

With his eyes down, his face was cold and a stroke in her little hand, a little bit heavy.

But in the end, it was a waste of good calligraphy by Master Qin Xiaoxiao.

Because after he finished writing, the man was confused in the eyes of a pair of slick tigers: "Momo, did you just write Chinese characters? There are so many strokes."

Qin Mo finally knew that this little tiger was not only a fool but also a little illiterate.

Pulling the person, pacing to the desk, he randomly pulled out a book, and the pen was just two words.

"Qin, desert."

He nodded with his finger, and the black hair was still dripping with water: "You remember for me, this is my name, and the desert is the desert of the desert."

"It's amazing!" Bo Jiu's praise is sincere. The little princess is the little princess. The writing is so beautiful. It turned out to be this indifference.

He stretched out his hand and touched it. There were a lot of strokes. Fortunately, it was good in her memory. You can almost remember it after reading it.

Qin Mo looked at the little tiger and reached out to touch his name. He didn't know why, inexplicable fingers paused, and then closed the book.

"Now you should know what is the difference between men and women, so Qin Mo stretched out his hand and pointed to the small sofa behind her:" Go there to sleep, don't run out. "

Bo Jiu knew that he was a guest and he had to obey the host ’s wishes.

Hearing what Qin Mo said, he ran back and threw himself on the sofa, only covering his eyes with a small blanket.

It turned out not to be the end.

Is indifferent.

It's really a man.

Such a good-looking boy.

She has never seen it before.

But after what happened just now.

Momo must have disliked her a bit.

The thought of this.

Bo Jiu involuntarily rubbed his small nose, and even a pair of small ears were drooping and sullen.

Finally, the little tiger didn't make trouble anymore. Qin Mo originally wanted to turn off the lights to sleep. Normally, at this point, he should have been lying on the bed and reading his "Little Prince".

But when he saw the furry little head with water vapor.

Qin Mo stopped at once, thinking what he was thinking.

Later I told myself, forget it, you can't go on like this.

He doesn't have so much energy to control others.

Click.

The lights dimmed.

Bo Jiu consciously did something wrong, and he lay on the small sofa without making any noise. Later, he fell asleep, confused, without knowing how.

It ’s the young master Qin Xiao, I do n’t know if it ’s because there are more people in the room, or because he is thinking about something else, or because he is not only kissed, hugged, but also seen by others. Too.

The ups and downs are endless.

So much so that he closed his eyes, and the figure in his mind was the culprit.

I can't sleep.

Qin Mo can only lean his head.

At that location, all I could see was a small group of people gathered up on the sofa. The little tigers who hadn't grown up looked so cute, but they could eat people if they were born.

Qin Mo looked at it, probably too tired.

The eyelids also sink.

I thought that he would dream of staying alone in the Qin family, except for the nanny and the adjutant, there was no one in the scene.

After all, everyone in the family is so busy.

It is normal for him to play alone.

What's more, they have now gone abroad.

Unexpectedly, this night, Qin Mo did not dream, maybe his physical strength and energy were used to guard against a little tiger, so this night, he slept very well.

Snowy night.

Cold month.

Owls are heard from time to time outside.

This kind of bird is rare in China.

But abroad, it still exists.

As if coming to the magic world.

Even the forest outside the window is clearly visible.

It ’s always right in the morning.

When the sun shines down.

Can light up a lot.

The white European-style villa has a completely different atmosphere from the domestic.

This is probably the charm of humanities and architecture.

The streets here are particularly clean.

Snow is also paved with a thick layer.

It has been snowing all night, and I haven't had time to clean it, and it will creak when I step on it.

But the snow plow has come.

The driver also wore a furry hat and was very comfortable.

Qin Mo woke up when he heard the music of the snow plow. He reached out to block the light coming in, and then tilted his head, and there was no one on the left sofa.

Unexpectedly.

The little tiger would get up earlier than him.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.

He didn't want to remember what happened last night.

Walking into the bathroom wearing a little pajamas at home.

When he was brushing his teeth, when he saw the bathtub, his brow wrinkled involuntarily.

Sometimes the memory is too good, it is not a happy thing.

He was thinking about whether to tell his grandfather that he wanted to change a room.

As soon as I step into this bathroom, that scene will always emerge.

But later, Qin Mo thought about it again, it was not necessary.

The little tiger next door would always see him even if he didn't want to see it.

When you see that face, even if you change the room, you will remember it.

But one thing, he also said, that night yesterday.

Starting today, everything returns to normal.

Qin Mo thought of this, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel. Even at a young age, he had raised his hand and had seen the tutor.

After washing, he even changed a suit for himself before walking downstairs.

Before going downstairs, Qin Mo was ready, and he would see the little tiger's preparation at the dining table.

After all, what she came to do yesterday, he hasn't forgotten.

Since it is rubbing rice.

That one rub is also a rub, and two rubs is also a rub.

She should not miss this thing for breakfast.

What Qin Mo did not expect was that this time he made a mistake.

There was no shadow of the little tiger in front of the dining table.

Not even over there with tea.

Only when the young housekeeper saw him coming down, he greeted him with the dinner plate: "Master, you woke up? I prepared bread slices and buns for breakfast. Which one do you want to eat?"

Qin Mo glanced over there again, and after confirming that there was no baby tiger, casually said an option: "Slice of bread."