The national school idol is a girl

At that time, Qin Mo, who was sitting at Anjia's dining table, had no idea what his little tiger was going through.

Only when he raised his head for the third time to look at the clock hanging on the wall, he didn't move a bit of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of him.

The young blond butler was worried.

After all, Chairman An asked him to take good care of the young master these two days.

Apart from the chef, he is the only one here.

How can the young master not eat?

The blond butler probably also knew why the young master had a bad appetite.

He suggested in federal dialect: "How about we go to Bo's house to see Miss Ninth? After all, Mr. Bo doesn't have the habit of making breakfast."

Qin Mo turned his head, glanced at the blond butler, and asked in a calm voice, "Are those things related to me?"

The blond butler choked and didn't know what to say.

I thought this was over.

After half a ring.

Qin Mo stood up over there, seeming a little careless and said: "You can send a bowl of the snacks I brought from China and today's preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

The young butler wanted to say, didn't you say those things have nothing to do with you? In the end, you didn't let me deliver the food.

Qin Mo thought that no matter how misbehaved a certain tiger cub was, he could not starve him. This was how to raise children.

I sent the butler to deliver the meal, and I sat in the living room with a book, but I couldn't read the words.

It wasn't until the housekeeper came back that Qin Mo raised his eyes: "What did she say?"

The young blond butler groaned first, then put the things in his hands in front of him.

Qin Mo's eyes fell over.

It was still the same thing he had given him before, intact.

His eyebrows slowly knitted together.

The housekeeper looked at his young master's handsome little face getting colder and colder, and said quickly: "It's not that Miss Ninth confiscated it, it's because there is no one in the Bo family."

nobody? So early?

Qin Mo said, "I know," and his eyes fell on those things again.

Even boxed pastries have a shelf life.

The pastries are freshly made by him from a chef.

Plus the time it takes to fly over.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes, there were still two days.

Forget it, wait until the evening and then go over there to deliver it.

Even so.

On this day, Qin Mo did nothing.

It looked like he was reading a book. A whole day passed without even turning the page.

Let alone eating.

The blond butler looked at the motionless steak on the table, circling around anxiously.

But there was still no one over there at Anjia.

Finally waited until dusk.

Their young master seemed to have a soul. He stood up from the sofa and rewrapped those things: "Go and deliver them again."

"Yes." The blond butler responded happily.

It came back within two minutes.

Qin Mo looked at the thing in his hand, his eyes darkening a little: "Still no one?"

"Mr. Bo came back a little late today. He probably took Miss Jiu to play. I'll go see her off at ten o'clock in the evening." The young blond housekeeper was still too naive.

Qin Mo nodded and sat at the dining table. Just as he was about to pick up the napkin, he suddenly remembered something and put it down again.

He hadn't seen the little tiger for 24 hours.

Follow Uncle Bo, and Uncle Bo will take her to eat.

As long as it's not junk food, her belly has been swollen since the last time she ate it. He rubbed it for a long time, so she didn't feel uncomfortable and knew how to sleep well.

At that moment, Qin Mo thought a lot.

Let's wait a little later.

If it's a little later, the little tiger will definitely come to find him...