The national school idol is a girl

Qin Mo had long expected that grandpa would ask him about this matter, so he put down the knife and fork in his hand and said: "She is not a little wife, but from now on Bo Xiaojiu will be taken care of by me. Grandpa can go to Bo's house to have a talk. When she has nothing to eat, she comes here to eat, and there is always no one at their house.”

"Huh?" Mr. An couldn't help laughing after hearing this. He had to raise a child for someone else, and he still didn't admit it.

He does understand his grandson.

There should be no such feelings.

Let's talk about how big it is.

Maybe he just likes that little tiger too much.

Love among relatives.

Mr. An didn't know yet at that time.

What Master Qin said about raising, he really meant raising.

The two little people just naturally formed a pile.

Little Tiger Bo likes to play games. Every time he comes to An's house, he always wears a set of little tiger pajamas and crawls around.

Occasionally an owl lands in the treetops.

Little Tiger Bo looked at Little Princess Qin who was still playing chess with him.

He rolled his round eyes, ran downstairs, and climbed up the wall.

The young blond housekeeper stood below and whispered in federal language: "Miss Ninth, come down quickly, it's too dangerous."

Bo Jiu didn't listen.

The blond butler really had no choice but to use his trump card: "The young master is here."

Little Tiger Bo's ears perked up at first, and then he glanced down. When he saw no one was there, he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Brother Butler, you are so skinny again. Where is the little princess?"

Blonde Butler: ...Whose skin is this? !

Bo Jiu was still struggling.

As everyone knows, someone over there has already seen the scene.

After sighing softly, he stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, with helplessness on his cold face.

Then he walked to the foot of the tree and said, "Come down."

Little Tiger Bo paused, stretched out his hand to scratch his face, and faced the owner of the voice.

A month has passed.

I wonder if the milk Qin Mo drank had an effect.

At this time, he was already as tall as Bo Jiu.

When he stood there, his momentum became much stronger.

"Momo, there is an owl here. I came up here simply because it was too bored staying in the tree and I wanted to get it to the ground and play with it."

The blond butler was listening and looked up at the sky. He could come up with such excuses, but the owl said that he would not bear the blame!

Qin Mo had become accustomed to the skin of a certain little tiger. He stretched out his hands and repeated with a cold face: "Come down."

Acting cute didn't work.

Little Tiger Bo could only hug the tree and slide down.

Qin Mo hugged the child. Although the child was the same size as himself, when he hugged Bo Jiu, he acted like a big brother, probably because of his temperament.

The housekeeper looked at him when he wanted to help.

The young master who raised the child was really scared.

Qin Mo took the leaves away from the little tiger's head and said in a very calm voice: "Didn't I tell you not to always climb trees and walls?"

"I can't control it." Bo Jiu was honest.

Qin Mo paused and said nothing.

At this time, the blond butler particularly wanted to know what his young master was thinking.

If anyone can make the young master helpless, there is no other person besides Miss Jiu.

Miss Jiu is having her teeth changed in the past few days, and half of her face is bulging.

Their young master would pick her up from Bo's house every day and watch her brush her teeth and wash her face.

The blond butler just wanted to say that his father had never been so careful when raising him.

Is this a cultural difference?

Even raising children is different?

Soon, when the young blond housekeeper got to know other families, he understood a truth.

He is definitely the only one who can raise a child like a young master!

For example, normally, there would never be the following conversation.

Qin Mo: "Bo Xiaojiu."

Bo Jiu: "Huh?"

Qin Mo: "Open your mouth."

Bo Jiu: "Momo, my tooth doesn't hurt that much anymore. Can I not take medicine?"

Qin Mo: "No."

Bo Jiu: "Then can I kiss you after taking the medicine?"

Qin Mo: "Yeah."

Their young master basically uses his looks to coax people like this every day.

From the beginning, "Bo Xiaojiu, if you kiss me again, I will throw you out through the window."

Until now, Miss Ninth has defaulted to any intimate action towards him.

When there is no one around the Bo family.

Miss Ninth will also stay here.

The young master takes care of each other every time.

As one of the parties involved, Bo Xiaohu disagreed with this point.

It was obvious that she was taking care of Momo.

Momo is afraid of the dark and doesn't like thunder.

She sleeps next to him, can hold him, and show off her boyfriend power.

for this.

After hearing this, little William couldn't help but said: "Nine, think clearly, the place my dad is shooting this time is a tropical rainforest, are you really not going to go?"

How could that little monster from the Yan Kingdom be afraid of the dark?

Jiu must have been deceived by him again!

"Tropical rainforest?" Bo Xiaohu lowered his head and tugged on his small keyboard: "Okay, I'll go there the same day I'll come back the same day."

Little William immediately said: "It's just in the suburbs. You can come back in four hours."

It was indeed four hours originally.

But once I start shooting something, time is out of control.

As usual, Qin Mo showed up at Bo's house at four o'clock in the afternoon, wanting to take Bo Xiaojiu, who had to complete tasks every day, home for dinner.

Unexpectedly, no one was there.

The person here is Mr. Bo.

He seemed to be about to go out.

He wore a hooded black coat and leather gloves on his hands.

His usual image of a freeloader doesn't match up at all.

"Uncle Bo." It seemed that no matter what Mr. Bo looked like, Qin Mo could maintain his politeness.

After Mr. Bo saw Qin Mo outside the door, he held the door frame with one hand and smiled, looking so sycophantic: "Come to pick up Jiu? She is not here today and went out to play with Xiao William. Are you feeling angry?"

Qin Mo paused and said in a very light voice: "No."

"Oh?" Mr. Bo chuckled and raised his eyebrows: "Then I'll let Jiu play outside for a while."

Qin Mo hummed indifferently.

Wearing a small scarf, we walked back to the villa.

I want to continue playing checkers just now.

But when I saw the small keyboard on the sofa, I felt a wave of irritation.

It was almost six o'clock.

Anjia has dinner on time.

Mr. An happened to be able to stay home for a meal today. When he saw that the seat next to his grandson was empty, he asked doubtfully: "Where is Jiu?"

The young blond butler winked hard at Mr. An.

Mr. An is still guessing the reason.

The grandson sitting opposite him said: "I went out to play with others."

Mr. An felt that he was right.

When his grandson said this, his eyes were cold.

I don’t know if it’s because one person is missing.

Even with a table full of dishes, the atmosphere on the table did not rise.

The young blond butler also noticed a small detail. The young master's appetite didn't seem to be very good today...

One more update, good night