If someone is here, why don't you come?
Doesn't she have to eat today?
Or I didn't smell the smell in the air.
Tiger nature like hers.
I shouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to eat.
After realizing what you were thinking.
Qin Mo frowned.
It's really boring to think of the little tiger who likes to hug people.
He turned his head and looked at his peers who were eating dessert next to him.
Qin Mo has always disliked socializing.
When the other children are making a fuss.
He enjoys restoring blocks and exploring the basement.
When I was three years old, I didn't say a word all day.
For this reason, the family was still worried, worried that he had a tendency to autism.
Probably the more sensitive and intelligent the child.
The more likely it is to encounter this situation.
From the beginning of feeling bored, I gradually lacked feelings.
This is related to the growth environment from childhood to adulthood, and it is also related to itself.
Qin Mo is weak by nature and too precocious, the more he is like this, the more he wraps himself very strictly.
Old Man An also noticed this.
That's why I proposed to take my grandson for a change of environment.
Children abroad should mature earlier, maybe they will be able to find his little friends.
But when Old Man An saw that his grandson was polite from beginning to end, not as elegant as he should be at his age, he knew in his heart that such an arrangement would not have much effect.
Usually a banquet with children doesn't last too late.
When Qin Mo followed his grandfather out to give him away, the light on the opposite side was still on, and his voice was still clear at that age: "Grandpa, why didn't Uncle Bo come over?"
The two are good friends.
If you want to hold a banquet, the other party should come.
Old Man An didn't expect his grandson to ask him this question, so he smiled sideways: "Your Uncle Bo shouldn't have come back yet." ” "Didn't come back," Qin Mo's brows furrowed.
Old man An snorted: "It seems that Xiao Bo Jiu is alone at home on the other side, but at night, her mother will come back, your Uncle Bo should come with gifts tomorrow, and his person is two different at night and during the day." ” Qin Mo listened casually, and glanced over there again, how old was the little tiger, so he left her alone at home.
But he didn't ask about this kind of thing.
It's because he's troublesome.
If he asked, Grandpa would definitely send someone to pick up the little tiger, or think about something else.
Qin Mo thought of this, and followed Old Man An again Back in the house.
The temperature inside is very different from the temperature outside.
The rest of the people haven't left yet.
In order to show the friendship of the landlord, Mr.
An also asked the chef to make a Chinese supper.
Stacks of small bean buns plus bowls of preserved eggs and lean pork porridge plus rice balls brought from China are just right for the children to eat.
When Angelia saw this, a pair of blue eyes seemed to be lit up, very cute, and the rest of the little radish heads also surrounded her.
The young housekeeper specially held a bowl of rice balls and handed it to Qin Mo's hand.
He looked at the little prince in front of him, who was so noble that he didn't look like a real person, and after taking the bowl, he said in a faint voice: "Take two small bean buns, make a bowl of porridge in a thermos box, and send it to the next door." ” next door The young blonde butler immediately came to his senses and went about it.
Qin Mo began to lower his eyes at this time, biting the rice balls one by one.
He ate so slowly and methodically that the children next to him were watching.
However, Qin Mo himself didn't seem to care.
He didn't explain his behavior to the young butler.
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Probably because here, there is only one child with the same pedigree as him, and it is inevitable that he will want to take care of it.
This does not happen in China.
After all, in China, there is no child who is so young and at home by himself.
Except for him That's right.
The little tiger was in a similar situation to him.
It's all home alone.
Even at night.
When Qin Mo ate the first rice ball, he had already covered up a lot of emotions brewing in his eyes.
Grandpa was still greeting the guests, so he shouldn't have noticed him.
That's good.
Because if my grandfather knew about it, he asked him to send something to the little tiger next door.
Grandpa was bound to throw the man directly at him and tie him up in a pile.
That would be a big problem for him.
And he doesn't like trouble the most.
The snow was still falling outside.
At the end of the banquet, the arrival of Chinese supper rekindled the enthusiasm of many children.
Basically, they all praise Chinese food.
The courtyard next door was much quieter.
Bo Jiu is indeed at home, she is holding her little keyboard, burying her little head to drink medicine, and coughing from time to time.
It's not very serious, I'm still wearing that set of little tiger pajamas, a little red on my little face, always when I hear the sound of the car outside, I run to the window to take a look, my little tail wagged twice, and I nestled back into the sofa.
The phone on the desk rang.
Bo Jiu didn't need to look to know who it was, and when he answered the phone, he nodded twice, and then emphasized: "Mom, I have obediently drunk medicine." ” When the people over there heard this, they smiled lightly, and they wanted to fly back immediately, but they could only deal with the matter here.
It was Bo Jiu who proposed to hang up the phone.
But after hanging up the phone.
He picked up his little keyboard again.
Squatted there and agitated for a while.
Took another slice of bread in his mouth.
On the Bo family's side, the table is full of cooked food.
There is a long-term babysitter.
It's just that they prefer to cook their own meals.
Even if it's boiled noodles.
Today is a bit of an exception, though.
Mr.
Bo didn't come back, and Mrs.
Bo was too busy.
The things at home can only be prepared by the nanny.
However, Bo Jiu doesn't like to let the nanny take care of herself, not to mention that there are some secrets of her father at home.
So as early as the afternoon, Bo Jiu asked the nanny to go back.
Walking around the room by herself, disassembling the keypad or something, she usually does the same, and she doesn't feel much of it.
I don't know why today.
Probably it's too lively outside.
And she caught a cold and couldn't go out.
So she is really envious of those who can go to the little princess's house.
Thinking of this, Xiao Bo Jiu ran to the window to take a look again, coughed slightly, pouted his small mouth, and drooped his ears.
After the blonde butler rang the doorbell, he saw such a little tiger coming to open the door.
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He didn't understand what was going on.
But still as enthusiastic as ever.
"My pretty lady, is there anything I can do to help you?"
the blonde butler made a playful expression in order to amuse people: "I guess you will like the things in my hands, they have captured the hearts of many people." ” As he spoke, he sent the insulated box in his hand forward.
Bo Jiu glanced at it, and his eyes lit up: "Bean paste bun." ” "It turns out this thing is called a bean paste bun."
The blonde butler chuckled: "This is what the young master asked me to send here." ” master Little princess Bo Jiu suddenly came back to life full of blood, and the little tiger's tail swept twice, very polite: "Please come in first." ” The blonde butler took off his hat and followed her inside, and after placing the insulated box on the table, the two of them said a few more words.
He took his leave and went back.
Look at the bean paste buns and the lean porridge with preserved eggs.
Bo Jiu stretched out her hand and tugged at her little ears, before she was worried that she would be angry with her if she saw the little princess.
Now it seems that there is nothing at all.
The little princess was really considerate, and asked the housekeeper to send her a bean paste bag.
The more Bo Jiu thought about it, the bigger the smile on the corner of his mouth.
Although she was still coughing, it didn't affect her from eliminating these things at all.
After eating.
Bo Jiu thought about it seriously.
She had to go and say thank you to the little princess herself.
It won't work in the past.
It's too ostentatious.
Wait a little longer and get darker, and then she will be armed and go over.
And the little princess gave her food, and she couldn't say anything if she didn't give some gifts in return.
Bo Jiu looked at the small keyboard in his arms. decided to give him her favorite toy.
Moreover, she had to tell the little princess to her face.
She looked at him, and she would be responsible.
That's it, that's right Bo Jiu shook his small fist at himself in the mirror, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little skinny.
At this time, Qin Mo didn't know that the biggest trouble in the past of the food he sent was not that Old Man An would ask.
Instead, the little tiger that had been fed began to stir again.
Qin Mo has never taken the sentence that others say that they like him seriously.
It's because too many people say they like it, but they just come to express their own feelings.
I don't care about the party who bears it, and I make unilateral decisions on my own way.
For example, there used to be a little girl who said she liked him.
He doesn't like each other.
The other party cried and cried, as if he had bullied her.
Qin Mo didn't have much opinion of that girl.
But again, he didn't want it to happen again, it didn't make the slightest sense, and it was very boring.
Therefore, he didn't even pay much attention to what the little tiger said to him.
But probably because, once in a while, that little tiger is too well-behaved.
He would have a little bit of patience with her.
But looking back, it wasn't stupid.
After following Old Man An to send off the last batch of guests, Qin Mo took off his little blazer and handed it to the blonde butler standing next to him.
The housekeeper lowered his head and reported to work: "Young Master, Miss Nine has eaten everything, she shouldn't be hungry anymore, don't worry." ” When Qin Mo heard this, his brows furrowed: "When did I care if she was hungry?"
Blonde butler for a meal.
Qin Mo's voice was very light: "It's just because it's a neighbor, such a lively party, not sending something over, it's not in line with etiquette, not to mention that Uncle Bo is still an old friend of my grandfather." ” The blonde butler sighed twice, looking at the little back of the little man who walked upstairs, and said in his heart, Are all the children in Huaxia so precocious This aura is also a little too strong.
However, China is really a state of etiquette.
They didn't think that they would have to bring food to their little neighbors at the time of the party aa2705221: