The national school idol is a girl

Since someone is here, why not come over.

Doesn't she need to eat today?

Still say I don’t smell the smell in the air.

A tiger like her.

You shouldn't miss such a good opportunity to have a meal.

After realizing what you were thinking.

Qin Mo frowned.

I was so bored that I thought of that little tiger who likes to hug people.

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

Qin Mo never liked socializing.

When other children are making a fuss.

He enjoys restoring building blocks and exploring basements.

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

For this reason, the family was worried that he might have autism.

Probably the more sensitive and intelligent the child.

The easier it is to encounter this situation.

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

This has something to do with the environment in which we grew up, as well as ourselves.

Qin Mo has a weak nature and is too premature. The more he is like this, the more tightly he wraps himself up.

Mr. An also noticed this.

That's why I suggested taking my grandson for a change of environment.

Foreign children should mature earlier, and maybe they can find their little friends.

But when Mr. An saw that his grandson was not as polite as he should be at his age, he knew that this arrangement would not have much effect.

Usually banquets with children don't last too late.

When Qin Mo followed his grandfather out to see him off, the lights on the opposite side were still on, and his voice still had the clarity of that age: "Grandpa, why didn't Uncle Bo come over?"

The two are good friends.

If there is a banquet, the other party should come.

Mr. An didn't expect that his grandson would ask him this question. He turned to the side and smiled: "Your Uncle Bo probably hasn't come back yet."

"Not back?" Qin Mo frowned.

Mr. An hummed: "It seems that little Bo Jiu is alone at home across the street, but her mother comes back at night. Your Uncle Bo should come with gifts tomorrow. He looks different at night and during the day. "

Qin Mo listened indifferently and glanced over there again. The little tiger was only that old, so he left her alone at home.

But he didn't ask about this kind of thing.

It's because he finds it troublesome.

If he asked, grandpa would definitely send someone to pick up the little tiger, or think of other things.

Qin Mo thought of this and followed Mr. An again.

Returned to the house.

There is a big difference between the indoor temperature and the outdoor temperature.

The remaining people haven't left yet.

In order to show his friendship to the landlord, Mr. An also asked the chef to prepare a special late-night snack.

Stacks of small bean buns, bowls of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and glutinous rice balls brought from China are just perfect for the children.

When Angelia saw this, her blue eyes seemed to light up. She was so cute, and the other little carrot heads also gathered around her.

The young butler specially filled a bowl of glutinous rice balls and handed it to Qin Mo's hand.

He watched the little prince in front of him, who was too precious to be real, to take the bowl and said in a faint voice: "Take two small bean bags, make a bowl of porridge in the thermos box, and send it to the next door. ”

next door?

The young blond butler immediately understood and started to do it.

Qin Mo then began to lower his eyes and bite the glutinous rice balls one by one.

He was eating so slowly that the children next to him were watching.

But Qin Mo himself didn't seem to care.

He did not explain his behavior to the young butler.

Probably because there was only one child with the same bloodline as him here, so he would inevitably want to take care of him.

This situation will not happen in the country.

After all, in China, no child at such a young age is left alone at home.

except him……

That's right.

The little tiger's situation was very similar to his.

They are all alone at home.

Even at night.

When Qin Mo ate his first glutinous rice dumpling, he had already covered up many of the emotions brewing in his eyes.

Grandpa was still greeting the guests, so no one would notice him.

That's fine.

Because if grandpa knew that he had someone give something to the little tiger next door.

Grandpa would definitely throw the man directly to him and tie him up in a pile.

That would be a big problem for him.

And he least likes trouble.

The snow is still falling outside.

The arrival of the Chinese midnight snack at the end of the banquet reignited the enthusiasm of many children.

Basically, they praise Yanguo’s food.

On the other hand, the courtyard next door is much quieter.

Bo Jiu was indeed at home. She was holding her small keyboard, burying her head while drinking medicine, and coughed from time to time.

It's not very serious. I'm still wearing the little tiger pajamas, and my little face is a little abnormally red. When I hear the car outside, I always run to the window to take a look, my little tail wagging. After two clicks, he went back to the sofa.

The phone on the table rang.

Bo Jiu knew who it was without looking. When he answered the phone, he nodded twice and emphasized: "Mom, I took the medicine obediently."

After hearing this, the people over there smiled softly and wished they could fly back immediately, but they could only deal with things here.

It was Bo Jiu who suggested hanging up the phone.

But after hanging up the phone.

He picked up his small keyboard again.

He squatted there and stirred for a while.

He took another piece of bread.

Here at the Bo family, the table is full of prepared food.

Have a long-term nanny.

It’s just that they prefer to cook their own meals.

Even if you eat boiled noodles.

But today is an exception.

Mr. Bo didn't come back, and Mrs. Bo was too busy.

The things at home can only be prepared by the nanny.

But Bo Jiu doesn't like having a nanny take care of her, not to mention that there are some secrets about her father at home.

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

She walked around the room by herself, taking apart small keyboards and other things. She usually did this too, and it didn't make much sense.

I don’t know why today.

It's probably because it's too busy outside.

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

So she really envied those who could go to the little princess's house.

Thinking of this, Xiao Bojiu ran to the window and took another look. He coughed slightly, curled his mouth and drooped his ears.

After the blond housekeeper rang the doorbell, he saw such a little tiger coming to open the door.

He didn't understand what was happening.

But still as enthusiastic as ever.

"My beautiful lady, how can I help you?" The blonde butler made a playful expression in order to amuse people: "I guess you will like the things in my hands. They have captured many people. heart of."

As he spoke, he moved the thermos box in his hand forward.

Bo Jiu glanced at it and his eyes lit up: "Bean paste buns."

"So this thing is called red bean paste bun." The blond butler chuckled: "This is what the young master asked me to deliver."

Master?

Little princess?

Bo Jiu suddenly came back to life with full health. The little tiger swept his tail twice and said very politely: "Please come in first."

The blond butler took off his hat and followed her in. After placing the thermos box on the table, the two of them spoke a few more words.

He just said goodbye and went back.

Looking at the bean paste buns and preserved egg lean meat porridge.

Bo Jiu stretched out her hand and tugged on her little ears. Before, she was worried that she would be angry with her if she saw all the little princess.

Now it seems that there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

The little princess was so considerate that she even asked the housekeeper to give her bean paste buns.

The more Bo Jiu thought about it, the bigger the smile on his lips became.

Although she was still coughing, it didn't affect her at all in getting rid of these things.

After eating.

Bo Jiu thought about it seriously.

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

This won't work.

Too ostentatious.

After a while, it would get darker, and she would be armed before going over.

Moreover, the little princess gave her food, so it would be unreasonable for her not to give her some gifts in return.

Bo Jiu looked at the small keyboard in his arms.

After deciding, she gave him her favorite toy.

Moreover, she wanted to tell the little princess face to face.

She will take responsibility for this if she sees it through.

That’s it, that’s right!

Bo Jiu clenched his fists at himself in the mirror, and the smile on his lips looked a bit skinny.

At this time, Qin Mo didn't know that the biggest trouble with him sending food there was not that Mr. An would interfere.

But the little tiger that was fed started to move again.

Qin Mo never takes other people's words that they like him seriously.

It's because too many people say they like something, but they just express their own feelings.

I won't care about the party who takes the blame, and I will make decisions unilaterally.

For example, there was a little girl who said she liked him.

He doesn't like the other person.

The other party cried and cried, as if he had bullied her.

Qin Mo didn't think anything of that girl.

But again, he didn't want it to happen again, it didn't make the slightest sense, and it was just plain boring.

Therefore, he didn't even take the little tiger's words of liking to him seriously.

But it's probably because, occasionally, that little tiger is too well-behaved.

Only then would he be a little more patient with her.

But when I look back and think about it again, I think that was either a good thing or a stupid one.

After Qin Mo followed Mr. An to see off the last batch of guests, he took off his suit jacket and handed it to the blond butler standing next to him.

The butler lowered his head and reported his work: "Master, Miss Jiu has eaten everything, so she won't be hungry again. Don't worry."

Hearing this, Qin Mo frowned: "Since when have I cared about whether she is hungry?"

The blond butler had a meal.

Qin Mo's voice was very calm: "It's just because we are neighbors. It is not etiquette not to send something to such a lively gathering. What's more, Uncle Bo is an old friend of grandpa."

The blond housekeeper awed twice, looking at the little figure walking upstairs, he wondered, are all the children in the Yan Kingdom so precocious?

This aura is also a little too strong.

However, Yanguo is really a country of etiquette.

They never imagined that they would have to give food to their little neighbors during the party...

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