The national school idol is a girl

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes and said with a princely coolness, "When are you making an appointment?"

"The day after tomorrow." Bo Jiu couldn't stop talking about everything he knew about his little princess.

Qin Mo seemed to see the desire to go out to eat burgers in her eyes. After rolling up his sleeves, he said very casually: "Your cold should be cured the day after tomorrow. You can go and eat."

After hearing this, Bo Jiu became even happier, her tiger eyes bright: "Momo, do you want to come with me?"

Her father said that if you want to support each other, you must show some sincerity and communicate with feelings.

Bo Jiu thought about it for a while, and still felt that besides sleeping, going out to eat meat was the best way to increase the other person's favor.

Little did he know that Qin Mo was waiting for her words, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Okay."

accepted?

Bo Jiu blinked his eyes, even a little unbelievable.

After all, Momo rejected her last night and wanted to throw her out through the window.

Why is it different today?

Sure enough, my father's words came true.

Just a little sleep can increase your feelings.

Bo Jiu was happy there for a while.

When she came to her senses, she found that Princess Qin was wiping her hands.

It seemed like she became cleaner after being around him.

This should be what her father taught her before.

As a child, Bo Jiu had an extremely powerful ability to understand.

So much so that Qin Mo would always have a headache to correct her understanding of Yanguo characters.

The young blond housekeeper had already prepared to send Miss Ninth back to the other side when she came together today.

After all, he just overheard the young master saying in a very restrained voice: "Bo Xiaojiu."

What he never dreamed of was.

Not only did the young master not let him send the person away.

After breakfast was served, he naturally peeled an egg for Miss Jiu who was sitting opposite him.

The most unacceptable thing is.

He also blew on the bowl of porridge in his hand, and then pushed it to the opposite side.

Wait a moment.

The blond butler began to recall the spirited Yanguo culture that he had learned about online.

It seems like the protagonist there wouldn’t do that either.

The young master doesn't seem to be taking care of his peers, but rather like he is raising a child.

No, that's not right.

More careful than raising children.

Because they have a rule for raising children here, which is to cultivate children's self-care ability.

Things like peeling eggs and cooling porridge will never happen to them!

I wonder if he accidentally failed to control his rich expression.

The young master who was eating Xiao Long Bao raised his eyes and glanced in his direction.

The blond butler suddenly stood up with the tray in his hand and changed into a standard standing posture.

Only then did Qin Mo look back, lowered his head and took a bite of the steamed bun on the bamboo chopsticks.

Bo Jiu has not had such a sumptuous breakfast for a long time, but there is one thing that makes me feel ashamed to say it. She likes to eat with a spoon and does not have many opportunities to use chopsticks.

So when I stretched out my chopsticks to pick up the steamed dumplings, my movements were a bit clumsy.

It fell off after being clipped.

The clip fell off again the second time.

For the third time, Little Tiger Bo simply poked it with his chopsticks. After poking it up, he took a slurp and put it all in his mouth.

My little face bulged up after I ate it, and my lips and teeth were filled with the aroma of meat. Because beans were added to it, even if I had a cold, I wouldn’t feel greasy at all. Instead, it was delicious. After a person eats one, he wants to eat a second one...