The national school idol is a girl

Qin Mo looked at her, and for the first time he wanted to refute someone so seriously: "Bo Xiaojiu."

"Huh?" Bo Jiu scratched his ear and wanted to touch his head, but the little princess didn't seem to like it, so he could only take his hand back.

Qin Mo said coldly: "I am not weak, please remember this sentence."

"Okay, you're not weak, but I don't want to see you sick." Bo Jiu said logically: "It's so uncomfortable to be sick. Not only do you have to take medicine, but you can't go out to play, and you can't eat meat. You can only drink porridge. Eating green vegetables is too painful. If you are so sick, I must feel bad. "

Hearing this, Qin Mo's eyes paused and he looked at the tigerish little face under the morning light. It was probably because the sunshine was so good today, or there was no impurity in those eyes, which made him feel that even his heart was broken. It's warm.

No one could detect his discomfort in time.

Growing up, his mother was spoiled like a princess by his father.

So the response is always slower in terms of common sense.

Nor will he take care of him.

He knew in his heart that he had never complained about anyone.

But sometimes, he felt a little lonely.

Especially at night, if he feels uncomfortable all day, others will know that he is not feeling well the next day.

That’s why I gradually came to understand that when I’m sick, it doesn’t matter whether others are present or not.

Even my grandfather, who had never passed away, might not be able to notice immediately when he was uncomfortable.

But this little tiger knew this and gave him a lozenge right away.

And told him.

If he is sick, she will feel bad.

Qin Mo moved, his fingers subconsciously trying to retain something.

What I got was her restless paws.

It was soft and fit nicely in his hand.

Except for being taller than him.

In fact, this little tiger looks quite pleasing to the eye.

When he doesn't speak, he is very good.

As for other aspects, he can teach her slowly.

Since she took the initiative to come to him.

Then he has no reason to refuse, right?

Her parents don't care about him anyway.

Then there is nothing wrong with this person being completely his own.

Although he has no specific concept about raising children.

But it shouldn’t be difficult to raise such a little tiger.

What's more, someone is stupid enough to always want to buy him.

Qin Mo thought of this, as if he was sure of something, then turned his head and rolled up Bo Jiu's sleeves, saying in a calm voice, "Do you think everyone is like you and only likes to eat meat?"

"I'm not the only one who likes to eat meat. Ten steps ahead, the red-haired little William also likes to eat meat. It's just that he's afraid of me. Every time he makes turkey at home, he will take out some to honor me. , and always blushing." Bo Jiu said in a serious tone: "That roast turkey is delicious."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and mentioned the name alone without any expression: "Little William?"

"Well, it's just around here. We also made an appointment to eat burgers together. Now we can only wait until I get better from the cold." Bo Jiuguang was busy telling Princess Qin something, but he didn't know that Qin Mo's eyes were obviously bright at this time. It’s different from just now.

He gave himself a set environment before.

Thought she had no one to look for except him.

Now it seems, not at all.

Also, the name William is only given to boys.

A boy will not blush easily if he gives a girl food, unless...