National School Prince Is A Girl

"what……"

Look, our thin little tiger is still very obedient. The tiger's teeth are exposed and soft, just for the convenience of people pulling out the thermometer.

It was when she opened her mouth that a pair of almond-like tiger eyes were still staring at Qin Mo, as if there was something to say.

Qin Mo gave her a look, which was a bit cold, as if to say, you dare to try again.

Bo Xiaohu thinks this is not right. She is also puzzled that the little princess is hostile to her.

Qin Mo didn't care about people, took out the thermometer and glanced at it: "The body temperature is normal."

Bo Jiuwenyan nodded there: "I don't have a fever anymore, my mother gave me medicine in the morning."

Qin Mo listened to her voice in a rusty voice and coughed afterwards, probably because the cough was a little bit big, and even the small shoulders were trembling.

No fever means no illness?

Qin Mo was too lazy to say anything to this idiot.

Opened a pack of medicine, took one of the lozenges, and slender finger touched her mouth.

"Oh!"

Bo Jiu has never refused, even if the medicine is a bit bitter, but the medicine is given by the little princess, it is still delicious.

But after Qin Mo finished feeding, he frowned fiercely, and then put the medicine on her hand: "Take it yourself."

He was really stunned. Why did he feed her by hand just now.

Think about the reason, it must be that this little tiger was a little angry and lost his ability to think.

After sighing.

Qin Mo regained his appearance as a precious little prince.

Walking pacing towards the window.

Then he reached out and closed the window, then locked two more locks.

Bo Jiu held the pill while looking at the side. When the tail wobbled and wobbled past, there was always a feeling that the little princess did not actually want to lock the window, but wanted to throw her out through the window.

If possible, Qin Mo wanted to do this.

But I don't know why, not only allowed her to come down, but also asked the housekeeper to take the medicine box upstairs and feed her medicine by hand.

I don't know what these things will look like in Grandpa's ears.

Qin Mo's eyes moved, and when he turned away, he saw that the little tiger was struggling to break the pill and took five tablets in one breath.

Five tablets?

Qin Mo held the man's tiger paw with one hand: "Thin, small, nine."

"Huh?" Bo Jiu had a pair of eyes, and after looking at him, it suddenly seemed to be awake: "Indifferent, why do you always sigh, I have been sighing since I entered, are you tired Is there something else, I tell you, to be a man, to be important is to be happy, nothing else is important, touch your head. "

Why does he always sigh?

Qin Mo watched the little paw appear on his head and rubbed it back and forth twice.

He told himself not to be bothered with a sick person.

Besides, the fact that she is a fool has no doubt.

Qin Mo looked at her, and his face was not pretty: "Is it enough?"

Bo Jiu shook his head: "No, indifference, your hair is so soft and touching, it's different from mine, mine is too stiff, stick your hand."

Qin Mo snorted: "Drink the medicine, then go back to your house, and don't come over the wall again in the future."

Bo Jiu paused, then lowered his eyes, picked up the small bowl, drank the medicine the little princess gave her, and glanced at the window next to it.

"Then I'm going out from the main entrance." Bo Jiu said, and he jumped off the sofa, holding a small keyboard in his hand, and said, "Indifferent, I'll come to you again tomorrow."

Just going to leave.

The more so, Qin Mo felt that the little cough sounded annoying him.

He said that he didn't like to be taken for granted.

Because all likes, you need to respond.

If you do n’t respond, it ’s your fault.

He is more against these.

But this little tiger is not stupid.

I'm sick and I don't know how to use this soft spot to threaten him.

He let her go and she left.

She seemed to listen to everything he said.

Nor did she want him to respond because she liked him.

Instead, he wanted to send him something.

Qin Mo leaned over his head and wanted to let himself read, don't think about that idiot again.

It was only he who had just made up his mind.

The voice of the young housekeeper was passed from the door that was not closed. It was a unique American emphasis: "Oh, Miss Nine, are you going back? It is still snowing outside, and Mr. Bo and Mrs. Bo are not at home, now At this point, the heating stove in the living room should be cool, so that you can wait for a while, get some charcoal and go with you. "

"Under?" After hearing this title, Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

The young housekeeper was a little bit shy: "Don't Huaxia people call themselves like this, I just learned from online novels, there are simultaneous translations on the translation, and I can learn a lot of knowledge."

Bo Jiu was young and didn't quite understand: "Do you have to call yourself that?"

"Yes!" The young butler's face affirmed.

This made Qin Mo's brows wrinkled, and he couldn't see much in the book. He just stretched out his hand, and Bai Nen's fingers pressed the young housekeeper's inner line again.

After the young housekeeper saw the call, the smile on his face was still there, and the expression gradually changed: "Little Master? I am! Huh? Take Miss Jiu back to your room? Okay, no problem!"

Hanging up the phone, the butler lowered his head, a little ignorant: "Miss Nine, Master let you sleep in his room tonight."

Bo Jiu is also embarrassed, is such a good thing?

The young housekeeper has a lot of psychological activities.

After all, he watched the dinner, and so many ridiculous children were there, and he didn't see any special treatment given to them by the young master.

The cups touched by others must not be touched.

Not to mention food.

The gentleman is very good, but does not dance with people.

The young housekeeper even wondered whether this young master from China, as the novel says, is the reincarnation of the faction, and the bones are so special!

He has the etiquette and alienation that this young man should not have.

He studied.

The young master must have a cleansing habit, and it is not small.

Because every time the young master wipes his hands, he will be very careful.

Change clothes three times a day.

The bathroom must be clean.

Even the shoes are spotless.

No one would disbelieve that he is an authentic little prince.

It's just that the blonde butler is a little puzzled now.

Such a clean-skinned young master would leave someone to spend the night at home.

Although it happened once yesterday.

But yesterday and today are different.

Yesterday was arranged by Chairman An, the young master wrote cold resistance.

But today, the young master proposed it!

Taking the initiative ... The blonde butler could n’t combine these two words with the proud, cold temperament ...