The national school idol is a girl

When two people are together, time always passes very fast.

Little Tiger Bo fell asleep leaning on Qin Mo's head.

When I woke up, it was already late at night, and then I remembered that people who are sick should eat more.

There was no one at home, so Little Tiger Bo volunteered to cook a bowl of noodles. He didn't know if it was because the color was too heavy or because of the seasoning packet.

Not only did Qin Mo not recover after eating, he also got enteritis.

Later, the doctor told me the reason. The digestive system is weak when you have a cold, and the seasoning packet of instant noodles is too greasy, so it is not surprising that this happens.

However, Bo Xiaohu felt so guilty that she climbed over the wall at night and asked Qin Mo to forgive her.

Qin Mo had no strength at all at that time, so he simply said: "Come up."

After the little tiger climbed up, he stretched out his hand to hug the person. The softness made the corners of his mouth rise a little subconsciously: "Bo Xiaojiu, are you an idiot?"

"No." Bo Xiaohu said seriously: "But Momo, this seems to be the first time you take the initiative to hug me. Should I celebrate it? Then do you want me to sell you?"

Qin Mo glanced sideways: "I'm very expensive."

"I will work hard to make money." Bo Xiaohu clenched his fists.

Qin Mo held someone's fist: "When you are eighteen, I will tell you whether I will sell it to you or not."

"Eighteen years old..." Bo Xiaohu counted on his fingers. There was still a long time left: "Can't you agree now?"

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "No."

"Okay, eighteen years old, I will definitely be taller by then. Then I will be like my mother, wearing a suit to find you." Bo Jiuyue said, the more he felt that nowhere was as comfortable as here.

Qin Mo frowned slightly: "A suit? Shouldn't I wear a skirt?"

"No, the domineering CEOs in the movie all wear suits." Little Tiger Bo yawned as he spoke. His little head rested on Qin Mo's shoulder, just like a real little tiger, wagging his tail. After a few clicks: "Momo, I'm sleepy."

This was asking Qin Mo to coax her.

Some habits are probably just formed.

Before he met Qin Mo, Bo Jiu would never let anyone coax him to sleep.

But now that he is tired, he will put his little head on Qin Mo's shoulder.

And Qin Mo would always pat her back and say something in a cool and nice voice, just to tell her to sleep.

There are not many days left until the Spring Festival.

Mr. An has to go back to the country no matter what, and so does Qin Mo.

After hearing the news, Little Tiger Bo went to Qin Mo's red panda suitcase and said, "Mo Mo, I will treat it as checked luggage. You can take me with you."

It's not like I haven't thought about taking a certain little tiger with me.

Qin Mo went to ask, but Mr. Bo, who was usually lazy, did not agree. He smiled and gave him only two words: "No."

It was also that day that Qin Mo smelled the smell of blood on this adult's body. Even though he was wearing a windbreaker, the smell was still faintly visible, but just before Aunt Bo came back, he entered the bathroom.

Qin Mo is a child who can pretend to be troublesome. People with high IQs are probably like this.

He left a medicine box at Bo's house and said nothing.

Qin Mo felt bad that he couldn't take the little tiger he raised with him, especially when he was about to get in the car and looked at someone's round tiger eyes.

Qin Mo couldn't help pinching her face: "I'll be back soon. I'll stay at home until New Year's Eve at most. While I'm away, you should listen to Uncle Bo carefully and don't always climb the wall. I'll give it to you. Don't eat too much sweets. When you are hungry, use the key I gave you to enter the house. The snack cabinet is full for you. There are ready-made canned beef. Eat less instant noodles. You have my home number. I have something to do. Just call me, don’t be shy.”

Little Tiger Bo nodded while holding the small keyboard, counting the time in his mind.

Three days is not too long and is within the bearable range.

even so.

Wait until the car is about to start.

Bo Xiaohu's hand still didn't let go of Qin Mo's sleeve.

But it wasn't Little Tiger Bo's actions that stunned Mr. An.

But his grandson obviously didn't want to leave.

This was a completely different attitude from when he first arrived in this place.

The most surprising thing is.

When the car really starts to drive.

His grandson started to become completely absent-minded.

From getting on the plane to taking off and landing.

The grandson's face never showed any smile again.

It wasn't until he picked up his cell phone and made an overseas call that he felt warmer.

There was no WeChat at that time.

It wasn't as convenient as it is now.

You want video unless you are using a computer.

But the New Year is approaching.

Even kids can be busy.

In addition, the two of them already have jet lag.

As soon as Qin Mo returned to the military compound, he was surrounded by children and couldn't even make a phone call.

When he picked up the phone after visiting relatives, he realized that the time was wrong.

The most important thing is that we originally planned to go back after New Year's Eve.

Because Anshi suddenly had a big thing to deal with.

So the time limit for returning was extended.

Fortunately, Qin Mo's time was free and he was able to make a call at the time of a certain little tiger.

But no one answered there.

Bo Jiu is not at home.

Instead, he went to university with Mr. Bo.

This time it’s not about being cute.

Although it looks similar.

Bo Jiu was still wearing her little old ax pajamas.

But this was not the purpose of Mr. Bo, otherwise he would not have brought his daughter to school at such a time.

Something is wrong with the hacker community.

This isn't the first time.

It has never been peaceful, it was the life he chose.

But in terms of privacy, there has never been such a big omission as this time.

Sooner or later some people will know about him.

Mr. Bo didn't worry about these things before.

But it's different now.

The one lying under his desk, together with the woman in the building opposite,

They are all his destiny.

Although he had already issued the summons and was waiting for the steward to come.

However, this also means that Jiu will no longer have a choice.

Mr. Bo raised his eyes, glanced at the federal language on the blackboard, propped his chin with one hand, and asked casually: "Nine, do you like what we are doing now?"

"I like it." Bo Xiaohu leaned his back against the corner of the table and did not speak. Instead, he typed three words on the small keyboard.

Mr. Bo turned his head and his eyes darkened slightly: "That's good."

The most important thing now is to keep Jiuzang well.

As for his words, first draw the attention of those people.

We can't really let them find out something.

I need to think carefully about moving back to the castle...

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