The national school idol is a girl

seven o 'clock.

Generally this point.

Qin Mo would take Bo Jiu out for a walk.

Of course, if you raise a tiger cub, you need to let it go after meals.

But today, Qin Mo did not go out. Instead, he sat in the study with a book in his hand.

After flipping through a few pages, he raised his eyes again and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

Eight o'clock.

If someone can come back at eight o'clock.

He won't hold her accountable for not listening to him.

Qin Mo has never felt that time has been so long.

Seven o'clock, half past seven.

Eight o'clock. eight thirty.

He overturned the previous setting and changed his mind until the little tiger arrived at nine o'clock.

nine o'clock,

The street lights outside the window are all on.

The Christmas tree looks beautiful as always.

But Qin Mo was no longer in the mood to appreciate it.

After taking the book and going upstairs, the young housekeeper looked at the icy peak-like side face and was frightened. He quickly took out his mobile phone and read a few pages of fantasy cultivation novels.

It started to rain outside.

The lights in Bo's house are still dim.

Bo Jiu didn't know that her little princess was angry because of this incident. When she got home, she saw that the lights were not turned on, so she automatically started walking to An's house.

She no longer climbs over the wall because there are too many obstacles outside.

Carrying the mushrooms she dug in the jungle, she walked towards the main entrance.

Seeing Bo Jiu appear, the young housekeeper hurriedly asked people to go upstairs.

Qin Mo was lying on the bed when he heard the sound. He was not sleeping, but his little face was obviously not a little colder than usual.

Bo Jiu turned back to look at the young butler and blinked with a pair of tiger eyes.

The young butler motioned for her to come over.

In fact, there was no need to indicate this, Bo Jiu also responded.

She also brought back the mushrooms she picked.

"Momo, I brought you a gift."

No one responded.

Bo Jiu scratched his face, took another step forward, sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and then ran into the bathroom.

When he came out again, he had already changed into little tiger pajamas, poured a glass of milk, then stood on tiptoe and picked up the "One Thousand and One Nights" from the bookshelf, and delivered it to Qin Mo.

A pair of round black tiger eyes, always direct: "Momo, are you angry?"

Qin Mo had no intention of trying to deal with this person.

After all, a certain little tiger always disobeyed him.

Seeing this, Bo Jiu shook the tiger's tail, leaned forward, and kissed Qin Mo on the face.

Why does this make him ignore others?

Qin Mo turned his head and his voice was still calm: "How is the tropical rain forest?"

How did Momo know where she went?

Little Tiger Bo was confused for a moment, then said: "It's fun, but it's indifferent."

After hearing these words, Qin Mo finally felt less irritated and said casually, "Let me know in advance next time you go out. I asked the kitchen to make bean buns for you, and they were all wasted."

Hearing this, Little Tiger Bo felt guilty and lowered his head.

Qin Mo continued: "It's not that I won't let you play, but don't go so far next time. Okay, go to sleep."

It has to be said that the deepness of the city is definitely developed since childhood.

Young Master Qin now knows how to support someone, so that he can retreat to advance.

Bo Xiaohu had already begun to review himself.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Qin Mo's somewhat lonely back.

One reached out and hugged the other's waist, and swore seriously: "I will take Momo with me wherever I go from now on."

Qin Mo paused for a moment, then said "hmm".

Seeing that he was not in a high mood, Bo Xiaohu felt even more guilty.

Little did she know that Qin Mo, who was leaning back to back with her, had the coolness in his eyes gone. He had other things in mind and sat up from the bed.

Little Tiger Bo thought he was still angry with him and followed him behind.

After walking a few steps, she realized that he had opened the drawer and took out a pack of potato chips that he had prepared for her before.

"Momo, don't you want to eat these things?"

Qin Mo spoke at this time, with a very light voice: "You are not here, I am worried that you will be hungry, and you will not have dinner."

When he said this.

The young butler happened to come in with a fruit plate.

The young master feeds Miss Jiu two bites of fruit every night because Miss Jiu likes to eat meat too much.

In the words of the young master, he was afraid that his children would not be able to keep up with vitamins, so he simply supplemented them with fruits.

I just heard this sentence, Master Xindao, you are going against your will by saying this.

Miss Ninth went out with Director William and the others, how could she be hungry?

You are obviously in a bad mood because Miss Jiu went to play with others instead of you, and she has no appetite.

However, as a qualified housekeeper, even if he is young, he knows this kind of thing well and will not say it out loud.

However, Bo Xiaohu is born with a strong sense of empathy.

He glanced out the window with his round eyes.

It's raining outside.

When she came back just now, there was thunder.

These are the things the little princess dislikes the most.

Anjia usually eats on time, and Little Tiger Bo knew this.

The little princess didn’t even eat dinner because of her.

She spent the day playing outside.

The little tiger Bo felt completely guilty. He stretched out his two little paws and hugged Qin Mo who was standing in front of the table from behind. His tail was still wagging: "Momo, I was wrong."

Seeing this, Qin Mo felt that it was enough, and directly said what was in his heart: "Bo Xiaojiu, if you want to go out to play with others, don't play with me anymore. Do you understand?"

"I know, I will be obedient from now on." Little Tiger Bo shook his tail again and said very seriously.

Qin Mo turned his eyes sideways and curled his fingers in her hair: "I will forgive you this time."

Little Tiger Bo nodded. In order to show that she was very good, she didn't need to be urged by Qin Mo. She took a bath in advance. After she came out smelling delicious, she lay next to her and listened to Qin Mo read her a bedtime story with a pair of tiger eyes.

have to say.

Young Master Qin's method is very effective.

Because the next day, when Little William came over again holding a basketball.

Bo Xiaohu rejected him decisively: "I won't go."

Little William had a rosy little face and was full of expectations for today's date on the basketball court. After all, he had already gotten to know the little monster from the Yan Kingdom.

The other party doesn't like this kind of sweaty exercise at all.

So it is impossible to go out with Jiu.

Then he would be alone with Nine again.

did not expect!

"Didn't we make an appointment?" Little William's red hair wilted.

Bo Jiu held the small keyboard in his hand and said in a decent manner: "Yesterday I left Momo alone at home. He didn't even eat. Also, he is afraid of the dark, so I have to accompany him."

Afraid of the dark?

That little monster from the Yan Kingdom?

How can it be!

no.

He insisted on exposing him today!

"Nine, that guy Qin can't be afraid..."

Just when little William was about to make a big move.

The person he wanted to expose appeared.

Wearing a small black suit and having his hair styled, he looked like a real little prince. His eyes glanced towards him, and he still felt oppressive despite his nobility.

Little William rolled his throat subconsciously a few times and swallowed the words back.

wrong.

What is he afraid of!

Even though this little monster has grown taller now, he is still not as strong as him.

He doesn’t have to be afraid at all!

But I don’t know why.

As soon as little William sees Qin Mo, he will think of the little monster behind him at the burger restaurant that day, making people subconsciously want to run away after looking at him.

Thinking about it carefully, only Jiu was so close to him.

Although Angelia and the others called this little monster prince, it could be seen that they were a little scared when facing this little monster.

Of course Qin Mo noticed the red-haired William's eyes.

Grandpa said that you should be polite to Waiguo Kernel.

Only in this way can the etiquette of the Yan Kingdom be demonstrated for thousands of years.

Qin Mo was indeed not impolite to other people.

But there is one thing.

A certain red-haired cat always tried to kidnap his little tiger cubs when he was away.

This account needs to be settled carefully.

Little William narrowed his eyes when he looked at the man, and said in a calm voice: "What can't happen to me?"

"Afraid of the dark!" Little William gritted his teeth. He was going to die anyway, so he might as well finish the sentence: "You are still a boy at such an old age, and you are afraid of the dark. Do you think it is possible?"

It's a pity that little William still misjudged the shamelessness of our Young Master Qin.

"Everyone has fear." Qin Mo seemed a little lonely when he said this: "As a boy, I don't want to be afraid of the dark. I will be laughed at, but there is no way."

Little William: ...Wait a minute, why is this still happening!

The young butler, who had listened to the whole process, raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

He will never tell anyone that their young master dares to go to the basement alone at night. Every time he watches a ghost movie, he treats it as pseudoscience, and he is more disdainful of ghosts and ghosts than adults.

So... being afraid of the dark is definitely just an act.

How shameless to pretend.

Probably only his young master.

It works after all.

Because he had already heard what Miss Ninth said.

"Momo, don't be afraid, I will stay with you from now on."

"William should want to hang out with you."

"He is accompanied by many children, not to mention he is so strong, he has no fear at all."

Little William expressed his heartache.

that's all.

Since then.

Little Tiger Bo never went out to play alone with anyone again.

There is a reason for Qin Mo.

Of course, there was also the reason why she had a toothache due to her replacement of teeth.

Speaking of which, Little Tiger Bo's appetite decreased because of his toothache.

Qin Mo was really anxious. He had to coax her to eat dinner every day. When he brushed her teeth in the morning, he asked Bo Xiaohu to stand beside him and brush her teeth.

So, in these ten days.

Mr. An could always see his grandson raising his children in the morning.

The young blond housekeeper no longer mentioned the differences in education between China and foreign countries.

He basically understood that the young master was raising Miss Ninth as a porcelain doll.

Not just the details of life.

And when the young master usually reads a book.

Miss Jiu will be playing with her keyboard next to her.

How good are the two children?

It can be explained in a little bit.

In the past, the young master's room must have contained nothing else except the bed, bookshelf, and wardrobe.

Ever since I met Miss Nine.

Snacks, beanbags, a small toolbox and two laptops.

In the young master's words, these are Miss Ninth's toys.

It's just that the young housekeeper couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time. How could something like a tool box become a toy?

Of course, there are times when it’s quiet.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Both children will be in the study.

At this time, time always passes very slowly.

Qin Mo was wearing a pure white sweater. One hand was pressing the rice paper on the wooden table, and the other hand was holding a brush through Bo Xiaohu's hand, teaching someone to read stroke by stroke.

The sun shone in and hit the two children in tiny pieces.

The young housekeeper watched from the side with eyes full of amazement.

He has always known that the young master is good-looking.

Just such a gentle young master.

Probably only then will you see it.

Rather than saying that the young master looks like a prince with royal blood, he looks more like a young master from an ancient aristocratic family.

Every move is like splashing ink, becoming noble by itself.

If it were just him, maybe it wouldn't be so hard to look away.

But there was a little tiger standing in front of him. He was an average-sized child. The taller one was teaching the slightly lower one to write.

The little tiger Bo's tail is still wagging, and the tip of his nose is stained with ink, as if it was dotted on deliberately. He only needs to draw three more beards, and he is working on it in a small and serious manner, as if he is accomplishing something big.

It's probably because it's fun to see her like this.

The young master would always turn his eyes away inadvertently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

That moment.

The young blond butler could only think of a poem he had learned.

That's right, ancient fantasy cultivation and useless counterattacks on ancient online novels are what he considers to be the broad literature of the Yan Kingdom.

There is a line in that poem that goes like this.

"The man comes riding a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to make green plums."

This is probably the purest form of emotion.

It's just compared to ordinary childhood sweethearts.

There is still a difference between this pair.

Because it can be said that Bo Jiu's current knowledge and some of his living habits were all learned from Qin Mo.

The first word she wrote was taught by him.

The first ancient poem she memorized was also taught by him.

Even bedtime stories were the first ones he told her.

Coax her to sleep, eat, drink medicine, everything is taken care of.

However, Bo Jiu is still naive. After all, for her, writing calligraphy is just a matter of appreciating the beauty of the little princess up close.

"Momo, your eyelashes are so long, longer than mine." This was a sign that someone couldn't hold back after writing four words.

His hand had already reached out and touched the cold and handsome little face in front of him.

Qin Mo paused, knowing that she couldn't change her habit of touching him, so he didn't force it. He wrapped a scarf around someone's neck and took the little tiger out.

Let it go when the time is right.

Today is ahead of schedule.

After all, someone has been very good in the past half month.

However, the show was soon interrupted.

"I said Master Jiu, have you forgotten that I am the father? Huh?" It's Mr. Bo. He is dressed like a doctoral student today, with a white shirt underneath, a tie, and a chin on the bridge of his nose. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a book in his hand, tilted slightly and hit Bo Xiaohu on the top of his head.