National School Prince Is A Girl

At that time, Qin Mo, who was sitting at the Anjia table, did not know what the little tiger he was raising was going through.

Only the third time I looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, I didn't move the lean porridge.

The young blonde housekeeper was anxious.

After all, Chairman An told him to take good care of the young master these two days.

Apart from the chef, he is the only one here.

How can the young master not eat.

The blonde butler probably also knew what the young master had because of his bad appetite.

Proposed in English: "Otherwise, let's go to the Bo family to see Miss Jiu, after all Mr. Bo has no habit of making breakfast."

Qin Mo turned his head and glanced at the blonde butler, his voice faintly: "Are those things related to me?"

The blonde butler choked, not knowing what to say.

I thought it was over.

After half a ring.

Qin Mo stood up there, seeming to be a little careless: "You send those snacks I brought from the country and today a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

The young housekeeper would like to say, do n’t you say that those things have nothing to do with you?

Qin Mo thought about how no matter how bad a little tiger is, he can't be hungry to each other, just like raising children.

A butler was sent to deliver the meal. He sat in the living room and took a book, but he couldn't read the words.

Qin Mo raised his eyes until the housekeeper came back: "What did she say?"

The young blonde housekeeper yelled first, and then put the things in front of him.

Qin Mo's eyes fell.

It was the same thing he had given him before.

His eyebrows twisted slowly.

The housekeeper looked at his handsome young face getting colder and colder, and quickly said: "It's not that Miss Nine confiscated, it's the Bo family and no one."

nobody?So early?

Qin Mo said, "Got it", and his eyes fell on those things again.

Even boxed pastries have a shelf life.

He made the pastry specially for the master.

Plus the time to fly over.

Qin Mo's eyes dropped, and there were two days left.

Forget it, wait till evening to send it again.

Even so.

On this day, Qin Mo did nothing.

It seemed to be reading a book, and the whole day passed without turning the page.

Not to mention eating.

The blonde butler looked at the motionless steak on the table and spun around anxiously.

No one was there at home.

Finally it was late at dusk.

Their young master seemed to have a soul, got up from the sofa, and repackaged those things: "You go to send again."

"Yes." The blonde butler should be happy.

Come back in two minutes.

Qin Mo looked at the things in his hands, his eyes darkened a little: "Or no one?"

"It's a little late for Mr. Bo's return today. I should have taken Miss Nine to play. I'll give it away at ten o'clock in the evening." The young blonde housekeeper was still too naive.

Qin Mo nodded and sat at the dining table. He just wanted to pick up the napkin. He suddenly remembered something and put it down again.

He has not seen the little tiger for 24 hours.

Follow Uncle Bo, what Uncle Bo will take her to eat.

As long as it's not those junk foods, since the last time she ate, her belly was always drummed. After he rubbed it for a long time, she was not uncomfortable and knew that she was sleeping well.

At that moment, Qin Mo thought a lot.

Wait a little bit later.

Later, the little tiger will definitely come to him ...