At that time, Qin Mo, who was sitting at the Anjia table, didn't know what the little tiger he was raising was going through.
It's just that when he raised his head for the third time to look at the clock hanging on the wall, he didn't move the preserved egg and lean porridge in front of him.
The young blonde butler is in a hurry.
After all, Chairman An said that he should take good care of the young master for the past two days.
He's the only one here besides the chef.
How could the young master skip eating.
The blonde butler probably also knew why the young master had a bad appetite.
He proposed in English: "Otherwise, let's go to Bo's house to see Miss Jiu, after all, Mr.
Bo has no habit of making breakfast." ” Qin Mo turned his head and glanced at the blonde butler, his voice faint: "Are those things related to me?"
The blonde butler choked, not knowing what to say.
I thought this was the end of it.
After half a ring.
Over there, Qin Mocai stood up, as if he was a little careless: "You put a bowl of those snacks I brought from China and today's preserved eggs and lean porridge over." ” The young butler wanted to say, didn't you say that those things have nothing to do with you, and in the end it wasn't for me to deliver the food.
Qin Mo thought about it, no matter how bad a certain little tiger was, he couldn't starve the other party, raising a child was like this.
I sent a housekeeper to deliver food, sat in the living room by myself, took a book, but 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 blonde butler snorted, then put his things in front of him.
Qin Mo's gaze fell.
It's still what he gave him before, as it is.
The eyebrows slowly twisted.
The housekeeper watched his young master's handsome little face getting colder and colder, and hurriedly said, "It's not that Miss Nine confiscated it, it's that there is no one in the Bo family." ” No one is so early Qin Mo said, "Got it", and his eyes fell on those things again.
Even boxed pastries have an expiration date.
The pastries are freshly made by his chef.
Plus the time it takes to fly in.
Qin Mo's eyes drooped, there were still two days.
Forget it, wait until the evening to send it off.
Even so.
On this day, Qin Mo didn't do anything.
It looked like he was reading a book, and a whole day had passed, and the page hadn't even been turned.
Not to mention eating.
The blonde butler looked at the motionless steak on the table, and spun around the floor in a hurry.
But there is still no one on the side of Anjia.
I finally waited until dusk.
As if he had a soul, the young master of their family got up from the sofa and wrapped those things again: "You go and send them again." ” "Yes."
The blonde housekeeper should be happy.
It didn't take two minutes to be back again.
Qin Mo looked at the things in his hand, his eyes were a little dark: "It's still no one."
"Mr.
Bo came back a little late today, I should have taken Miss Nine to play, and I will send it off at ten o'clock in the evening."
The young blonde housekeeper is still too naïve.
Qin Mo nodded, sat down at the table, and just wanted to pick up the napkin, when he suddenly remembered something and put it down again.
He hadn't seen the tiger cub for 24 hours.
Follow Uncle Bo, Uncle Bo will take her to eat something.
As long as it's not those junk food, after eating it last time, her little belly has been bulging, and he rubbed it for a long time, so she didn't feel uncomfortable and knew to sleep well.
At that moment, Qin Mo thought a lot.
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Wait a little later.
A little later, the little tiger will definitely come looking for him aa2705221: