The national school idol is a girl

The blond butler must think so.

Their young master is still a little disappointed.

Could it be because the cultural gap between China and the West is too big?

Couldn't he find a better adjective?

Or because Miss Jiu is not with the young master today, I always feel that that tall and straight back is a little different from other times.

It’s right when you think about it.

Usually at this time.

What is the young master doing?

Either he was rolling up Miss Ninth's clothes, or wearing a scarf for Miss Ninth, or buttoning up his hat, deliberately not letting Miss Ninth see the road, just to make her less naughty and obediently let the young master hold her hand. walk.

But today, none of these young masters did it.

As I walked forward, I always felt that I had forgotten how to say that sentence in Yan Guowen. Anyway, it was just a lonely shadow.

It was also at this time.

A car light suddenly shone over.

Only then did Qin Mo realize that it was already dark.

Turning his head to look, he saw that the car was parked at Bo's house.

But that car clearly didn't belong to the Bo family.

The moment Qin Mo frowned slightly.

The car door was suddenly pushed open, and a little tiger jumped out from above, shouting "Momo, Momo."

He rushed towards him.

Because he was so happy, Little Tiger Bo forgot about controlling his strength and accidentally threw Qin Mo to the ground.

"Momo, why are you here?" The big tiger eyes were round and black, unable to hide the joy.

Qin Mo did not correct her strength. For the first time, he did not tell Bo Xiaojiu not to pounce on her. Instead, he turned his head and put his hand on her waist, probably just to enjoy this reunion after a long absence. , will want the two people to be closer.

But he didn't want others to see his emotions, so he simply buried his head on the shoulder of a certain little tiger, and his voice was calm: "I'm just back."

It was the first time that Bo Xiaohu saw her little Princess Qin being so proactive and a little shy.

She happily took out the amulet she had begged from the master, and without thinking, she pulled a red thread and put it around his neck.

"Momo, a gift for you."

Qin Mo said "hmm", but his voice didn't sound like much.

But the young blond butler could see the subtle difference at a glance.

The smile on the young master's face was too obvious.

Are you that happy?

And don't think that "young master" means "um".

Except when Miss Ninth gives him something, he will keep it.

If anyone else offered it to him, he would politely refuse.

As long as the person who gives the gift is Miss Jiu.

No matter what kind of small stones, wild mushrooms, or that big piggy bank.

Such inconspicuous things were placed in the most conspicuous place in the room by the young master. It was impossible for others to touch them.

But the young master likes people to ask him questions like this, such as: "Where did you buy this tiger piggy bank? It's so big, it's rare."

The young master would always reply calmly: "A certain little tiger gave it to me."

In fact, the corners of the mouth are slightly upward.

At that time, the young butler inexplicably understood why the young master placed all these things in the most conspicuous place.

Clearly showing off.

Now it seems that the young master has one more thing to show off.

The two little people hugged each other on the ground for a little too long.

Little Tiger Bo was still there giving instructions: "Momo, you can't leave the amulet, otherwise it won't work. Momo, you must listen to me on this, um, be obedient..."

At the end of the conversation, Little Tiger Bo reached out his hand and touched Qin Mo's head.

Grandpa the housekeeper is not here.

In addition to the driver and bodyguard, there was another person in the car, little William.

He always felt that Jiu had a special characteristic.

Even after seeing that little monster from the Yan Kingdom, he could always automatically block everyone around him.

Little William followed over, called Bo Jiu, and then said, "Jiu, let's make an appointment somewhere else tomorrow, and if Uncle Bo doesn't come back today, you can come to my house to sleep. Grandpa the housekeeper said, don't leave anyone alone." People are at home.”

After hearing this sentence, Bo Xiaohu didn't feel anything at all.

This is what little William has said the most in the past two days.

When did Little Tiger Bo listen to this?

But the moment Qin Mo saw little William, his eyes darkened.

A certain tiger cub got off William's car.

And, sleep...sleep?

This was the first time Qin Mo felt a big stone pressing down on his chest.

angry? disappointment? anger?

Probably all of them.

That's why Qin Mo couldn't hold back. Before William could say anything, he pulled Little Tiger Bo up from his body. No one paid attention to him, and he directly grabbed the person's wrist and walked into An's house.

The strength was somewhat out of control.

But Qin Mo didn't understand.

She was obviously the one who was dragged up by force.

Why is he the one who feels pain in his fingers?

The place where I was scratched when I climbed over the wall just now seemed to be on fire, burning hotly.

It was like something was burning between his chest.

He thought she would listen to him and not go out with anyone again.

He admitted that his possessiveness was not normal at all.

As an ordinary child, how could he not play with other people?

But Qin Mo just couldn't control certain thoughts. For example, he kept thinking that this was the little tiger he raised.

The little tiger should only look at him, only play with him, and not get along with others.

He only raised one little tiger and had no interest in other people.

If he could do it, a certain little tiger should too.

But not only was she disobedient, she became so close to that little William.

When Qin Mo looked down, he was trying to calm down his emotions, but he couldn't calm down.

"Bo Xiaojiu, how many times have I told you, you are a girl. Girls can't even be reserved?"

Bo Xiaohu said with a serious face: "I'm very reserved."

"Are you being reserved when you pounce on people when you see them?" Qin Mo knew he was expressing his anger, but he just couldn't control it.

Little Tiger Bo's round eyes were a little gray: "Momo, if you don't like me like this, I won't pounce on you in the future."

"You have said this more than once, and you also said you would listen to me." When Qin Mo said this, his fingers dropped and his voice became cold: "Forget it, why should I tell you this? Bo Xiaojiu, I told you, if you want to play with other people again, don’t play with me.”

After saying that, Qin Mo turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Little Tiger Bo subconsciously wanted to hug him.

"Don't always do this." Qin Mo tilted his head, his small side face was handsome and cold: "If you want to play with others, just play with others. I don't want to care about you anymore."

After hearing what he said, Little Tiger Bo was still a little hurt: "I didn't tell you to control me. You controlled me too strictly. I'm just skinny, and it's not like I did anything bad."

When Qin Mo heard this, he went upstairs without saying anything.

The young blond butler looked dumbfounded.

After all, he had never seen these two villains arguing.

You know how good Miss Jiu and the young master are, people will always think that they are a biological brother and sister.

After all, the young master has always treated Miss Jiu with pampering as the standard, so much so that he has never been angry with Miss Jiu no matter what she did.

At most, he frowned and then lowered his eyes to clean up Miss Ninth.

In addition to giving gifts to the young master, Miss Ninth also always seems to take care of the young master. In this house, Miss Ninth is responsible for things like pouring water and getting fruits.

This is really the first time that two people have quarreled.

The young blond butler wanted to say something.

Little Tiger Bo stopped listening a long time ago and stood there without being stubborn. His little head was lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then he lifted up the small keyboard and walked out of the door.

The whole process was wilting.

She also thought about whether she was too enthusiastic sometimes.

But she thought Momo liked it.

Otherwise, Momo wouldn't let her run wild.

She knew she was naughty.

However, they have been under control for so long.

No matter how he said he didn't care about himself, he didn't care about himself.

Can you have some credibility as a human being?

Little Tiger Bo angrily threw the small keyboard in his hand and planned to give it up.

But just after dropping it, I remembered the scene of the man dismantling the small keyboard and then reassembling it, so I ran back and picked up the small keyboard from the ground.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Bo propped up the motorcycle, raised his helmet, and whistled in a very cool voice, lazily: "Who made our Master Jiu angry?"

"I will never play with the little princess again. He doesn't like me at all." Little Tiger Bo hugged the small keyboard and pursed his lips into a straight line.

Before Mr. Bo could speak.

Little Tiger Bo spoke again: "Dad, can I kidnap Little Princess Qin? Anyway, she won't like me. After kidnapping, maybe we can fall in love for a long time."

Mr. Bo tilted his helmet and hit Little Tiger Bo on the head: "If you want your father to be wanted by the whole world, kidnap your little princess."

"Then what should I do? Hey, I'm really irritated." Little Tiger Bo tilted his head and lowered his voice: "I haven't seen Mo Mo for a long time, but Mo Mo said that I'm not reserved and shouldn't always knock people down. "

Mr. Bo, who is used to being his daughter's relationship counselor, somewhat agreed. His voice was still casual, and he wore a leather jacket and jeans. He looked very cool: "You really shouldn't be so proactive. Just the little ice cube from the Qin family should be left hanging." he."

"You are not allowed to say bad things about Mo Mo." Little Tiger Bo was still very protective: "If you have to say anything, it's up to me."

Mr. Bo: ...Is this daughter still close to me?

"Okay, Mr. Jiu, if you have any questions, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Mr. Bo stretched out his hand, picked up the little tiger, and put it on his neck: "Go home and go to bed."

After Bo Xiaohu hummed, she seemed to remember something again. She grabbed her father's hair with one hand and took out another amulet from the small pocket of her coat with the other hand: "Dad."

Mr. Bo: "I refuse to listen to you praising your little princess again."

Bo Xiaohu:......