National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo had long expected the Grandpa ’s Association to ask him about this, and put down the knife and fork in his hand before saying: “It ’s not a little wife, but Bo Xiaojiu will be raised by me in the future. Grandpa can go to the Bo ’s house to talk, When she had no food to eat, she came here to eat, and there was no one in their family. "

"Huh?" Grandpa Ann heard this, and couldn't help laughing. This had to raise children for others, but he didn't admit it.

He knew the grandson.

There should be no feelings in that respect.

Let's talk about how big it is.

Probably just like that little tiger too much.

Love between loved ones.

At that time, Mr. An was unclear.

Young Master Qin's mouth is really raising.

The two villains piled up naturally.

Bo Xiaohu likes to play games. Every time he comes to his home, he wears a set of pajamas and crawls around.

Occasionally owls land on treetops.

Little Tiger looks at Princess Qin who is still playing chess with herself.

The round eyes rolled around and ran downstairs, then they went up the wall.

The young blonde butler stood below and whispered in English: "Miss Nine, hurry down, it's too dangerous."

Bo Jiu didn't listen.

The blonde butler really had no choice but to use the killer: "Master is here."

The thin tiger first raised his ears, and then glanced down below, and when he saw no one, the corners of his mouth were tilted: "Brother Butler, you are covered again, where is the little princess."

Blonde Butler: ... who the skin is!!

Bo Jiu was still tossing there.

As everyone knows, someone over there has long seen the scene.

After sighing softly, he reached out and squeezed his eyebrows, and his cold little face showed helplessness.

Then he walked under the tree, standing tall: "Down."

The thin little tiger backed his back and stretched his hand to scratch his face, facing the master of the voice.

A month has passed.

I don't know if the milk that Qin Mo drank had an effect.

At this time, he was as tall as Bo Jiu.

While standing there, the momentum was much stronger.

"Indifferent, there is an owl here. I came up because it was so boring to stay in the tree. I wanted to get it to the ground and play with it."

The blonde butler listened next to him, and looked up at the sky. Such excuses could come out. The owl said that this pot would not bear it!

Qin Mo was used to the skin of a little tiger, his hands stretched out, and he repeated with a cold face: "Down."

Selling cute is not successful.

The thin tiger can only hug the tree and slipped down.

Qin Mo hugged people and obviously had children as big as himself. When he was holding Bo Jiu, he was like a big brother, probably due to his temperament.

The butler wanted to help, but he looked at him with one glance.

The young man who raised the children was really scared.

Qin Mo took the leaves away from the little tiger's head and his voice was very quiet: "It's not to say don't always climb trees and over the wall."

"Uncontrollable." Bo Jiu was very honest.

Qin Mo paused and said nothing.

The blonde housekeeper especially wanted to know what his young master thought.

To say who can make the young man helpless, except for Miss Nine, I can never find a second person.

These few days coincided with Miss Nine's teeth change, and half of her small face was bulging.

The young master of their family took people from the Bo family every day and watched her brush her teeth and wash her face.

The blonde butler just wanted to say that his dad hadn't been so careful when he raised him.

Is this the cultural difference between the CCP and the West?

Even raising children is different?

Soon, when the young blonde butler met other oriental families, he realized the truth.

It ’s absolutely the only one to raise children like a master!

For example, the ordinary look will definitely not have the following dialogue.

Qin Mo: "Bo Xiaojiu."

Bo Jiu: "Huh?"

Qin Mo: "Open your mouth."

Bo Jiu: "Indifferent, my teeth don't hurt so much, can I not take medicine?"

Qin Mo: "No."

Bo Jiu: "Can I kiss you after taking the medicine?"

Qin Mo: "Well."

Their young master basically coaxes people like this every day.

From the beginning, "Bo Xiaojiu, if you kiss me again, I will throw you out through the window"

By now, Miss Nine defaults to do any intimate moves towards him.

When there is no one over the Bo family.

Miss Nine will stay here.

Every time the young master takes care of each other.

As one of the parties, Bo Xiaohu did not agree with this.

It is clear that she is taking care of indifference.

Indifferent to black, he doesn't like thunder.

She slept next to her and could hold him and show her boyfriend power.

For this.

After hearing William, he couldn't help but say: "Nine, you think clearly, this time the place where my father photographed is the tropical rain forest, don't you really go?"

How could that little oriental demon be afraid of black.

Nine must have been deceived by him again!

"Tropical rain forest?" Bo Xiaohu lowered his head and dragged his keyboard: "Well, I will go back the same day, I will go."

William said immediately: "It's just on the outskirts, and I can come back in four hours."

It was originally four hours.

But as soon as you snap something, time is out of control.

Qin Mo appeared at the Bo's house at 4 p.m. as usual, and took Bo Xiaojiu, who wanted to take the task every day, home to dinner.

I didn't expect people to be there.

The person present is Mr. Bo.

He seemed to be planning to go out.

He wore a black hooded jacket and leather gloves.

Normally his image of eating soft rice does not match at all.

"Uncle Bo." No matter what Mr. Bo looks like, Qin Mo can maintain his politeness.

After seeing Qin Mo outside the door, Mr. Bo smiled with one hand on the door frame, how to see how evil Cheng: "Come to pick nine? She is not here today, and went out to play with William, is it anger?"

Qin Mo had a quiet voice, "No."

"Oh?" Mr. Bo raised his eyebrows with a chuckle: "Then I will let Jiu play more outside."

Qin Mo casually yelled.

Around the small scarf walked back to the villa.

I want to continue playing the checkers just now.

But when he saw the small keyboard on the sofa, he was so irritated.

It was almost six o'clock.

Anjia cooked on time.

Grandpa An just happened to be able to stay at home for a meal today. When he saw that the space beside his grandson was empty, he asked in doubt: "Nine?"

The young blonde butler glared at Mr. Ann.

Grandpa Ann is still guessing why.

The grandson sitting opposite him said, "Hang out with others."

Grandpa Ann felt that he was right.

When his grandson said this sentence, his eyes were cold.

I don't know if it's the reason for one less person.

Even if it is a table of dishes, the atmosphere on the table is not up.

The young blonde butler also noticed a small detail, and today the young master ’s appetite seems not very good ...