National School Prince Is A Girl

Since someone is there, why not come.

Doesn't she need to rub her rice today?

I still didn't smell the air.

Tiger nature like her.

I shouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to rub rice.

After realizing what I was thinking.

Qin Mo frowned.

It's really boring, and I think of the little tiger who likes to hold people.

He turned his head and looked at his peers who were eating dessert next to him.

Qin Mo has never liked communication.

When the other children are in trouble.

He likes to restore the building blocks and explore the basement.

When I was three years old, I didn't say a word all day.

For this reason, the family members have also worried that he has a tendency to autism.

Probably the more sensitive and smart children.

The easier it is to encounter this situation.

I felt bored from the beginning, and gradually developed a lack of feelings.

This is related to the growth environment from small to large, and also to itself.

Qin Mo has a weak nature and is too precocious. The more it is, the tighter he wraps himself.

Grandpa Ann also noticed this.

So it is proposed to take the grandson to change the environment.

Children abroad should mature earlier, maybe they can find his friends.

But when Grandpa Ann saw his grandson, who was not polite from beginning to end, he was clear in his heart that this arrangement had little effect.

Usually the banquets for children will not last too late.

When Qin Mo followed his grandfather and gave him away, the light opposite was still on, and his voice was still clear with that age: "Grandpa, why didn't Uncle Bo come over?"

The two are friends.

When holding a banquet, the other party should be right.

Grandpa Ann did not expect that his grandson would ask him this question, and he smiled sideways: "Your uncle Bo should not have returned yet."

"Don't come back?" Qin Mo frowned.

Grandpa Ann yelled, "It seems that Xiao Bojiu is at home on the opposite side, but in the evening, her mother will come back. Your uncle Bo will come with a gift tomorrow. The man is like night and day. "

Qin Mo listened casually and glanced over there again. How old was the little tiger, so she was left alone at home.

However, he did not ask for such a thing.

It was because he was in trouble.

If he asked, Grandpa would definitely send someone to pick up the little tiger, or think about something else.

Qin Mo thought of this and followed Master An

Back to the house.

The indoor temperature is very different from the outdoor temperature.

The rest of them have not left yet.

In order to express the friendship of the landlord, Grandpa Ann also asked the chef to make a Chinese supper.

Stacks of small beanbags, bowls of preserved egg lean meat porridge, and dumplings brought from China, just cooked for children.

When Angelia saw these, her blue eyes seemed to be lit up. They were lovely, and the rest of the little carrot heads also gathered around.

The young housekeeper handed a bowl of rice balls to Qin Mo's hand.

He looked at the little prince who was so expensive that he was not like a real person. After taking the bowl, he said lightly: "Take two small bean bags, make a bowl of porridge in the insulated box, and send it to the next door . "

next door?

The young blonde butler immediately realized it and proceeded.

Qin Mo began to lower his eyes, biting the rice balls one by one.

The way he eats is so slow that the children next to him are watching.

But Qin Mo does not seem to care.

Nor did he explain his behavior to the young housekeeper.

Probably because here, there is only one child who has the same blood as him, and it is inevitable that he will want to take care of it.

This situation will not happen in China.

After all, in China, no child is so young, he is at home.

except him……

That's right.

The tiger's situation is very similar to him.

It ’s all at home.

Even at night.

When Qin Mo ate the first glutinous rice balls, he had covered up a lot of emotions in his eyes.

My grandfather is still greeting the guests, he shouldn't notice him.

This is fine.

Because if my grandfather knew that he had someone send something to the little tiger next door.

Grandpa is bound to throw that man directly to him, tied up in piles.

That will be a big trouble for him.

And he hates trouble the least.

The snow outside is still falling.

The end of the banquet reignited the enthusiasm of many children because of the arrival of Chinese-style supper.

Basically all praise the Chinese food.

The courtyard next door is much quieter.

Bo Jiu is indeed at home. She is holding her small keyboard, burying her small head to drink medicine, and coughs from time to time.

Not very serious, still wearing the little tiger pajamas, a small face with some abnormal red, always when I heard the car outside, I ran to the window and looked at it, the little tail wobbled Twice, and back to the sofa.

The phone on the table rang.

Bo Jiu knew who it was without having to look at it. When answering the phone, he nodded twice, and then emphasized: "Mom, I have taken medicine.

The people over there listened to this and smiled gently, hoping to fly back immediately, but they could only deal with things here.

It was Bo Jiu's proposal to hang up.

But after hanging up the phone.

Then he picked up his own keyboard again.

Squatting there agitated for a while.

Another slice of bread.

On the Bo's side, the table is full of prepared food.

Please nanny for a long time.

It's just that they prefer to cook for themselves.

Even if you eat noodles.

But there are some exceptions today.

Mr. Bo did not return, and Mrs. Bo was too busy.

Things at home can only prepare the nanny.

But Bo Jiu didn't like to let the nanny take care of himself, not to mention the secrets of her dad at home.

So as early as the afternoon, Bo Jiu asked the nanny to go back.

She walked around in the room by herself, disassembling the small keyboard or something, she usually did the same, and it didn't feel much.

I don't know why today.

It's probably too busy outside.

And she had a cold and couldn't go out.

So she really envy those who can go to the little princess's house.

Thinking of this, Xiao Bojiu ran to the window and glanced again. The little coughed, the small mouth skimmed, and his ears dipped.

The blonde butler saw the little tiger coming to open the door after ringing the doorbell.

He didn't understand what happened.

But as always the enthusiasm.

"My beautiful lady, what can I do for you?" The blonde housekeeper made a treasure-playing expression for cuteness: "I guess you will like what I have in hand, but they have captured many people. heart of."

With that said, he sent the incubator forward in his hand.

Bo Jiu glanced, and his eyes were all bright: "Bean paste."

"It turns out that this thing is called bean paste." The blonde butler chuckled: "This is what the young master asked me to deliver."

Master?

Little princess?

Bo Jiu was resurrected with blood, and the tiger's tail swept twice, very politely: "Please come first."

The blonde butler took off his hat, followed her in, and placed the insulation box on the table. The two men said a few words.

He just resigned.

Looked at the bean paste and preserved egg lean porridge.

Bo Jiu reached out and tugged at her little ears. Before that, she was worried that she would see the little princess, and the little princess would be angry with her.

Now it seems that there is absolutely nothing.

The little princess was really considerate and asked the housekeeper to give her a bean paste.

The more Bo Jiu wanted to smile in the corner of his mouth.

Although she was still coughing, it did not affect her to destroy these things at all.

After eating.

Bo Jiu thought about it seriously.

She had to go and say thank you to the little princess herself.

This will not work in the past.

Too shocking.

Waiting for a while before the black spots, she armed and passed.

Moreover, the little princess gave her food, and she couldn't explain it without giving her a gift.

Bo Jiu looked at the small keyboard in his arms.

Decided to give her her favorite toy.

Moreover, she would tell the little princess in person.

She will take care of him, she will be responsible.

That's right, yes!

Bo Jiu shook his fist at himself in the mirror, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked a little bit leathery.

At this time, Qin Mo didn't know that the biggest trouble with the past he sent was not that Grandpa Ann would ask.

Instead, the little tiger being fed started to move around.

Qin Mo has never taken the phrase that others like himself.

It's because too many people say likes on their lips, just to express their feelings of self.

I don't care about the side that bears, I make my own decisions unilaterally.

For example, a little girl used to like him before.

He doesn't like each other.

The other party was crying, as if he was bullying her.

Qin Mo has no idea about the girl.

But again, he didn't want to happen again, it didn't make any sense, and he was very bored.

Therefore, he didn't even bother to take what the little tiger said to him.

But probably because, occasionally, that little tiger is too good.

He will be a little bit patient with her.

But looking back and thinking again, it's not good or stupid.

Qin Mo took off his little suit jacket and gave it to the blonde butler standing next to him after he followed away with the last batch of guests.

The housekeeper lowered his head to report on the work: "Young Master, Miss Jiu has eaten everything, you should not be hungry anymore, rest assured."

Qin Mo heard the words and frowned: "When do I care about her being hungry?"

The blonde butler has a meal.

Qin Mo's voice is very quiet: "It's just because it's a neighbor, such a lively party, it doesn't send anything in the past, it doesn't meet the etiquette, not to mention Uncle Bo or his grandfather's old friend."

The butler of the blonde tweeted twice. Looking at the little back who walked upstairs, did the children of Huaxia think so precocious?

This aura is slightly too strong.

However, China is really a state of etiquette.

They couldn't think of a party at this time, but they also had to give food to the little neighbor ...