The national school idol is a girl

"ah……"

Look, our little tiger Bo is still very obedient. His teeth are exposed and soft, just to make it easier for people to take out the thermometer.

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

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

Little Tiger Bo felt that this was not right, and she was also puzzled by the fact that the little princess was hostile to her.

Qin Mo ignored anyone, took out the thermometer and took a look: "The temperature is normal."

Bo Jiu nodded when he heard this: "I no longer have a fever. My mother gave me medicine in the morning."

Qin Mo heard her voice crackle as she spoke, and coughed after she finished speaking. It was probably because the cough was a bit strong, and even his small shoulders were shaking a bit.

Does not having a fever mean you are not sick?

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

He opened a pack of medicine, took out one of the lozenges, and touched her mouth with his slender fingers.

"Ouch!"

Bo Jiu never refuses anyone who comes. Even if the medicine is a bit bitter, it is given by the little princess and is still delicious.

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

He was really confused as to why he had to feed her with his own hands just now.

Thinking about the reason, he must have been so angry with this little tiger that he lost his ability to think.

After sighing.

Qin Mo returned to the appearance of a noble little prince.

He paced towards the window.

Then he reached out, closed the window, and locked it twice.

Bo Jiu broke the pills and watched from the side. When his tail swayed back and forth, he always had the feeling that the little princess didn't want to lock the window, but wanted to throw her out through the window.

If possible, Qin Mo would like to do this.

But for some reason, he not only allowed her to come down, but also asked the housekeeper to take the medicine box upstairs and feed her medicine with his own hands.

I don’t know what these things will look like in my grandpa’s ears.

Qin Mo's eyes moved, and when he turned sideways, he saw the little tiger struggling to break the pills and took five pills in one breath.

Five slices?

Qin Mo held down the man's tiger paw with one hand: "Bo, Xiao, Jiu."

"Huh?" Bo Jiu's eyes widened. After looking at him twice, he seemed to suddenly realize: "Momo, why are you always sighing? You have been sighing since I came in. Are you tired? ? Or something? Let me tell you, as a human being, the most important thing is to be happy, nothing else is important. "

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 argue with a sick person.

Besides, there is no doubt that she is an idiot.

Qin Mo looked at her with a not-so-good expression on his face: "Have you touched her enough?"

Bo Jiu shook his head: "No, Momo, your hair is so soft and easy to touch. It's different from mine. Mine is too hard and pricks your hands."

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

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

"Then I'll go out through the front door." Bo Jiu said, jumped down from the sofa, still holding the small keyboard in his hand, and said: "Momo, I'll come see you tomorrow."

Just plan to leave.

The more this happened, the more Qin Mo felt that the little coughing sound made him a little upset.

He said that he doesn't like to be liked for granted.

Because all likes require you to respond.

If you don't respond, it's your fault.

He is quite resistant to these.

But this little tiger is not the least bit stupid.

Even though he was sick, he didn't know how to use this weakness to blackmail him.

He told her to go, and she left.

It seemed like she listened to whatever he said.

She didn't insist on getting him to respond just because she liked him.

Instead, I wanted to give him something.

Qin Mo turned his head away, wanting to read and stop thinking about that idiot.

But he had just made up his mind.

The voice of the young housekeeper came from the open door, with a unique American emphasis: "Oh, Miss Jiu, are you going back? It's still snowing outside, and Mr. Bo and Mrs. Bo are not at home now. The heater in the living room should be cold at this point, so I'll wait a moment and get some charcoal and I'll go with you."

"Are you there?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows after hearing this title.

The young butler was a little shy: "Isn't that what people in Yan country call themselves? I just learned it from reading online novels. There are simultaneous translations on it, so I can learn a lot of knowledge."

Bo Jiu was still young and didn't quite understand: "Is this what everyone calls themselves?"

"Yes!" The young butler said with certainty.

This made Qin Mo frown. He couldn't read much of the book anymore, so he simply stretched out his hand and pressed the young housekeeper's inner line with his white and tender fingers.

After the young housekeeper saw the call, the smile on his face was still there, but his expression gradually changed: "Young Master? I'm here! Huh? Send Miss Ninth back to your room? Okay, no problem!"

After hanging up the phone, the housekeeper lowered his head, a little confused: "Miss Jiu, the young master wants you to sleep in his room tonight."

Bo Jiu was also confused. Is it such a good thing?

The young housekeeper has a lot of mental activity.

After all, he was watching the dinner, and there were so many ridiculous children there, and he didn't see their young master treating anyone specially.

A cup that has been touched by others will definitely not be touched.

Not to mention the food.

He is a gentleman, but he doesn't dance with others.

The young housekeeper even doubted whether this young master from the Yan Kingdom was the reincarnation of the leader of some faction as mentioned in the novel. He had amazing bones and was so special!

He has etiquette and alienation that his young age should not have.

He studied it.

The young master must have mysophobia, and he is not young at all.

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

I have to change clothes three times a day.

The bathroom must be clean.

Even the shoes are spotless.

No one would disbelieve him if he was said to be an authentic little prince.

It's just that the blond butler is a little confused now.

Such a mysophobic young master would actually let someone stay at home overnight.

Although it happened once yesterday.

But yesterday and today are different.

Yesterday was arranged by Chairman An, and the young master had cold resistance written all over his body.

But today it was the young master who suggested it!

Take the initiative... The blond butler simply couldn't combine these two words with that little face with a proud and cold temperament...