The national school idol is a girl

No response.

Could it be that you are taking the task too seriously?

Qin Mo thought that a certain little tiger might be wearing headphones.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the balcony connecting the two houses.

Wearing a down jacket, he did something he had never done before.

I imitated a certain little tiger and climbed up the wall.

Probably not familiar with it.

People like Qin Mo who climb over the wall always give people a feeling that their temperament does not match his temperament.

This was what the young blond butler saw when he came back.

At first he saw a small figure and thought it was Miss Ninth who was messing with him again. He said hurriedly in Federal dialect: "Oh no, Miss Ninth, the young master will be back soon. If you do this, you will be young soon." ...Master?"

When the blond housekeeper saw that cold little face, he was shocked even with the hair on his head. How could this be possible?

Everyone knows that their young master is a model in terms of etiquette.

How could you do such a thing as climbing a wall?

"What are you shouting for?" Qin Mo glanced down at him and said in a calm voice.

The blond butler stood there in a suit: "No, it's nothing."

I really want Miss Jiu to see what their young master looks like when he climbs over the wall.

What should I do if I really want to laugh?

Qin Mo ignored him. After standing on the balcony, he approached the floor-to-ceiling window.

You can clearly see through the floor-to-ceiling windows that there is no one inside.

Not only was Uncle Bo and the others absent, but even a certain little tiger seemed to be absent.

The room is less messy.

It was suddenly so clean, as if the owner had never been back.

Of course, at that time, Qin Mo did not have the inhuman speculation ability that he would have when he grew up. After all, he was still a child.

But it still feels right.

Qin Mo looked in a certain direction again through the floor-to-ceiling window. A certain little tiger was supposed to be sitting in that position. His little paws were tapping on the keyboard. He must have scratched his face from time to time because he didn't know how to roll up his sleeves. , but I still have the most serious feeling about me.

Or just lie around and grab snacks.

If he hadn't made her sit on the chair, she would always have been skinny.

Qin Mo didn't expect that this room would be so empty without the little tiger crawling back and forth...

Downstairs, the blond housekeeper looked at the little figure standing on the balcony.

I don’t understand why, looking at the young master’s face from this angle, he seems to feel a little lost?

Didn't wait for him to see clearly.

Qin Mo slid down the wall over there.

What's going on with the Bo family recently?

I don’t know if it’s because I think about this problem too seriously, or if I don’t have any experience in circumventing the firewall.

When Qin Mo came down, he accidentally scratched his hand.

The young blond butler exclaimed and ran over quickly: "Master, are you okay?"

"I just wiped my hands. If anything happens, go back first." Qin Mo tilted his head and glanced at the back of his hands, his face still as calm as before.

He was still wearing that little black down jacket.

Qin Mo really didn't expect that a certain little tiger would be gone at this point in time.

It's not because grandpa said it, he just missed her.

How could he be so naive.

Qin Mo once again denied his grandfather's statement.

But his eyes glanced behind him again.

He bought her so many things.

I wanted to let her see it earlier.

That's why I didn't even go back home and came directly to Bo's house.

Now it seems that we can only wait until night...