National School Prince Is A Girl

seven o 'clock.

Generally this point.

Qin Mo will take Bo Jiu out for a walk.

Of course, raising a little tiger must let go after a meal.

But today, Qin Mo did not go out, but sat in the study with a book in his hand.

After turning a few pages, he raised his eyes again and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

Eight o'clock.

If someone can come back at eight.

He wouldn't pursue her for not listening to him.

Qin Mo never felt that time was so long.

Seven o'clock, seven thirty.

Eight o'clock.eight thirty.

He overturned the previous setting and changed his mind until the little tiger reached nine.

Nine o'clock,

The street lights outside the window are on.

The Christmas tree is as beautiful as ever.

But Qin Mo was no longer in a mood to appreciate it.

Taking the book upstairs, the young housekeeper looked at the small face like Bingfeng, who was scared, and quickly pulled out his phone, and read a few pages of fantasy novels.

It started to rain outside.

The lights of the Bo family are still dim.

Bo Jiu didn't know that because of this, her little princess was angry. When she got home, she didn't turn on the lights, and she started walking to her home automatically.

She has stopped over the wall because there are too many obstacles outside.

Carrying the mushrooms she dug in the jungle, she walked through the main entrance.

Seeing Bo Jiu appear, the young housekeeper hurried people upstairs.

When Qin Mo heard the sound, he was lying in bed and did not sleep, but the small face was obviously not a little bit colder than usual.

Bo Jiu turned back to look at the young housekeeper, and his eyes blinked.

The young housekeeper motioned to her.

This point, in fact, no need to signal, Bo Jiu also went back.

She also brought back the mushrooms she picked.

"Indifferent, I brought you a gift."

No one responded.

Bo Jiu scratched his face, and took another step forward, sitting by the bed for a while, and then ran into the bathroom.

When I came out again, I changed the little tiger's pajamas, then poured a glass of milk, and picked up the "One Thousand and One Nights" on the shelf with my toes and delivered them to Qin Mo.

A pair of tiger-eyed black, always direct: "Indifferent, are you angry?"

Qin Mo didn't mean to care about this person at all.

After all, a little tiger always doesn't listen to him.

Upon seeing this, Bo Jiu shook the tiger's tail and leaned over and kissed Qin Mo's face.

Why did he ignore him?

Qin Mo leaned over his head and his voice was still quiet: "Is the tropical rainforest okay?"

How does Mo Mo know where she went?

Bo Xiaohu first wondered, and then said: "Fun is fun, but indifferent."

After hearing this sentence, Qin Mo's irritability was finally a little less casual, "I will tell me in advance next time I go out, I will let the kitchen make you a bean bag, all is wasted."

Bo Xiaohu heard that, he felt guilty, his head lowered.

Qin Mo continued: "It's not that I won't let you play, but just don't go so far next time, well, go to sleep."

I have to say that the city of Shenfu is definitely cultivated from an early age.

Master Qin Xiao now knows how to raise someone and is able to retreat.

Bo Xiaohu started to review himself.

When I raised my eyes, I saw Qin Mo's little lonely back.

One reached out and hugged the opponent's waist, and seriously swear: "I will be indifferent everywhere I go."

Qin Mo paused for a moment, then "hmm".

Bo Xiaohu saw that he was not in a high mood, and he felt even more guilty.

Qin Mo, who knew her back to back, did not know that the coolness in her eyes had dissipated. With other things, she sat up from the bed.

Bo Xiaohu thought he was still angry with himself, and followed him behind.

It took a few steps to find out that he opened the drawer and drew a packet of potato chips that had been prepared for her.

"Indifferent, don't you not eat these things?"

Qin Mo spoke at this time, his voice was very weak: "You are not here, I worry that you will be hungry, and I didn't eat dinner."

When he said this sentence.

The young housekeeper happened to come in carrying the fruit plate.

Every night the young master feeds Miss Jiu with two bites of fruit, because Miss Jiu usually likes to eat meat.

In the words of the young master, I was afraid that my child would not be able to keep up with the vitamins. I simply used fruits to supplement them.

Hearing this sentence just now, Master Dao Dao, you said it would be against your heart.

Miss Nine followed director William out, how could they be hungry.

You clearly know that Miss Jiu went to play with others, did not play with you, and was in a bad mood and had no appetite.

However, as a qualified steward, even if he is young, he still knows nothing about it.

But the little tiger is born with a strong sense of substitution.

Round eyes glanced out the window.

It's raining outside.

When she returned just now, it thundered.

These are the things the little princess dislikes most.

He usually settles down for dinner on time, and the little tiger knows this.

The little princess didn't even eat supper.

She played outside for a day.

The thin tiger was completely guilty, stretched out two small paws, hugged Qin Mo who was standing at the table from behind, and his tail was swaying: "Mood, I was wrong."

Upon seeing this, Qin Mo felt almost the same, and said what was in his heart directly: "Bo Xiaojiu, if you want to go out and play with others, stop playing with me, you know?"

"Got it, I will be obedient in the future." Bo Xiaohu shook his tail again and said very seriously.

Qin Mo rolled his eyes and curled her hair with her fingers: "Forgive you this time."

Bo Xiaohu nodded his head, in order to show that he was very good, and did not urge Qin Mo. He took a bath in advance. After the fragrance came out, he lay down beside him, listening to Qin Mo's bedtime stories with a pair of tiger eyes.

have to say.

Master Qin's method is very effective.

Because the next day, when William came with a basketball again.

Bo Xiaohu refused him decisively: "Don't go."

A small face that William William had been red, was full of anticipation for today's basketball court dating. After all, he had already understood the little oriental demon.

The other party doesn't like this sweaty sport at all.

So it is impossible to go out with Jiu.

Then he can be alone with Jiu again.

did not expect!

"Aren't we agreed?" William's red hair wilted.

Bo Jiu hugged the small keyboard in his hand and said decently: "I stayed indifferently at home yesterday, he didn't even eat food, and he was afraid of darkness, so I had to accompany him."

Are you afraid of black?

That little oriental demon?

How can it be!

No way.

He has to take it through today!

"Nine, Qin guy can't be afraid ..."

It was just when William William was about to get angry.

The man he wanted to undress appeared.

In a small black suit, his hair was also styled, like a real little prince, his eyes glanced toward him, with a sense of oppression in the noble.

William subconsciously rolled his throat a few times and swallowed back the words.

wrong.

What is he afraid of!

Even if the little demon is now a long man, he is still not as strong.

He needn't be afraid at all!

But I don't know why.

As soon as William saw Qin Mo, he remembered that day at the hamburger restaurant, the little demon looked behind him, which made people want to escape after reading it subconsciously.

If you think about it, only nine is so close to him.

Angelia Although they are called this little devil prince, but it can be seen that they are also a little scared when facing this little devil.

Qin Mo, of course, noticed the glance of Red Hair William.

My grandfather said that you should be polite to treat crooked nuts.

Only in this way can China's etiquette be displayed for thousands of years.

Qin Mo does not have any rudeness towards others.

But one thing.

Some red hair always wanted to abduct the tiger he raised while he was away.

This account should be calculated.

William looked at the man's eyes and narrowed his voice. "I can't do anything?"

"Fear of black!" Little William dared to die, anyway, he was dead, it might as well finish: "It's so big, or a boy, afraid of black, do you think it's possible?"

It is a pity that William has miscalculated the shamelessness of our young master Qin.

"Everyone has fear." When Qin Mo said this sentence, he seemed a bit lonely: "As a boy, I don't want to be afraid of black, which would make me laugh, but there is no way."

William: ... Wait a minute, how can there be such an operation!

Listening to the cause and effect, the young housekeeper raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

He would never tell anyone that their young master would dare to go to the basement alone at night. Every time he watched ghost films, it was regarded as a pseudo-science, and he was even more disdainful than adults.

So ... if you are afraid of being black or something, you are definitely pretending.

It can be so shameless.

It is estimated that only his young master.

After all, it works.

Because he has heard Miss Nine.

"Indifferent, don't be afraid, I will accompany you in the future."

"William should want to find you out."

"He has a lot of children to accompany him, not to mention he is so strong, not afraid at all."

William said he was very worried.

that's it.

Since then.

Bo Xiaohu never again hang out with anyone.

There are reasons for Qin Mo.

Of course, there are reasons for her tooth change and toothache.

Speaking of which, Bo Xiaohu's appetite has weakened due to toothache.

Qin Mo was really anxious. He coaxed her to eat every supper. When he got up to brush his teeth in the morning, he let the little tiger stand beside him and he brushed her.

So, in these ten days.

Grandpa Ann can always see his grandchildren raising children in the morning.

The young blonde butler no longer mentions the difference between Chinese and foreign education.

He basically understood that the young master was raising Miss Jiu as a porcelain doll.

Not just details of life.

There are also young masters who usually read books.

Miss Nine will play with her keypad next to it.

How good are the two children?

It can be explained with one point.

The master's room must have been nothing but the bed, the bookshelf, and the wardrobe.

Since I met Miss Nine.

Snacks, lazy couches, a small toolbox and two laptops.

In the words of the young master, these are Miss Nine's toys.

It's just that the young housekeeper thought for a long time and didn't want to understand, how could such a toolbox become a toy?

Of course, there are times when it is quiet.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Both children will be in the study.

At this time, the time will always be very slow.

Qin Mo was wearing a pure white sweater, pressing the rice paper on the wooden table with one hand, and holding a writing brush in one hand across the thin tiger's hand, teaching someone to read and write one stroke at a time.

Sunshine came in and smashed the two children.

The young housekeeper looked beside him, his eyes full of surprise.

He always knew that the young master was good.

Just such a gentle young master.

Probably only at this time.

It's not so much that the young master is like a prince with British blood, but rather like a family son in ancient times.

Every move, like splashing ink, becomes precious.

If it were only him, maybe it would not make people look away.

He just stood in front of him with a thin tiger, a generally large child, and the higher one taught the slightly lower one.

The thin tiger's tail wobbled, and the tip of his nose was stained with ink, as if it had been intentionally spotted, and he was about to draw three more beards.

Probably it was interesting to see her.

The young master always inadvertently turned his eyes away, and the corners of his mouth were shallowly raised.

That moment.

The young blonde butler only remembered a poem he had learned in broad oriental literature.

That's right, ancient mythical cultivating, waste wood counterattacking ancient online novels, is what he thinks is broad oriental literature.

There is a sentence in that poem written like this.

"Lang riding a bamboo horse to get green plums around the bed."

This is probably the purest form of emotion.

It's just compared to the ordinary sweetheart.

There is a difference between this pair.

Because it can be said that the knowledge and part of life habits that Bo Jiu has learned now are all learned from Qin Mo.

The first word she wrote was taught by him.

He taught the first ancient poem she recites.

Even the bedtime story was the first one he told her.

Coax her to sleep, eat, drink medicine, everything.

However, Bo Jiu is still skinny. After all, for her, writing a brush calligraphy project is just an appreciation of the beauty of the little princess.

"Indifferent, your eyelashes are so long that they are longer than mine." This is the performance that someone can't bear after writing four words.

His hand was stretched out, and he touched the cold, beautiful face in front of him.

Qin Mo had a meal, knowing that she could not correct her hand-to-foot problem, but did not force it. She wrapped a little tiger around her neck with a scarf and took the little tiger out.

When appropriate, let go of the wind.

Today was early.

After all, someone has been very good for the past half a month.

However, soon, this release was interrupted.

"I said Jiuye, did you forget me as a dad? Hmm?" Mr. Bo, he is wearing a doctorate with a white shirt and tie on his nose bridge A pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with a book in his hand, was a little bit off and knocked on the top of the thin tiger.