No. 1863

Qin Mo told himself not to bother with someone younger than him. After taking a deep breath, he raised his legs and planned to walk to the dining table.

Who knew that the person with big eyes would pounce on him all of a sudden.

Before Qin Mo could react, she threw him to the ground.

All he could see was her little tiger paws. She scratched her head embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Momo, I didn't expect you to be so weak. I will control my strength next time and not be so fierce."

Who told you to control your strength, and be weak? Him?

Qin Mo didn't even want to breathe this time. But this person was like a small heater, making him want to grab her collar and throw her out, and he had to worry about her being too small.

Big eyes make people upset.

"Get up." His tone was a little cold.

Bo Jiu tilted his little head, and the tiger's tail shook: "Okay."

She was very obedient and well-behaved.

It made Mr. An on the side laugh even more happily.

However, he still couldn't be too enthusiastic.

His grandson was not very enthusiastic.

When Grandpa An thought of this, he took the little tiger aside and said, "Come on, Jiu, sit down and eat something first."

Before the beauty, Bo Jiu had basically forgotten that she and her father came here to eat for free. When Grandpa An said this, she remembered the purpose of this visit.

Shaking her tiger tail, she sat down with Grandpa An.

Dad said that Chinese people get acquainted at the dinner table.

After the meal, Momo should not be as shy as she is now.

Qin Mo saw that her round eyes kept clamoring to look here, first tidied his clothes, and sat at the dining table according to basic etiquette.

He thought that after the meal, he would not have to see this little tiger that affected other people's emotions.

Who knew that as soon as he sat down.

The little tiger over there moved the chair with two small hands and moved it towards him, and then sat back.

"Let's get closer so we can talk in private."

Qin Mo's profile was cold, with natural arrogance, like a little prince, he didn't want to speak.

Bo Jiu tilted his head: "Momo, have you ever told me that you are very beautiful?"

"You are the first one." Every time you say something, you want me to throw you out.

Bo Jiu's eyes brightened: "I have such good taste."

Qin Mo snorted, he changed his mind, this little tiger really needs to be punished.

"Yes, very good taste."

Unable to tell men and women apart, Qin Mo's hand holding the table knife used force inconspicuously when cutting steak, but on the surface he was polite and noble.

Bo Jiu didn't realize where she was confused, and drank water happily.

Mr. Bo, who saw everything, only thought it was interesting, and didn't intend to expose it, but picked up the high-heeled glass in his hand and shook it twice. Such an action revealed a careless elegance, making him look like a character that would only appear in a movie.

I just took a bite of the steak.

The phone next to him rang.

That is a nursery rhyme.

Whenever this nursery rhyme is played.

Mr. Bo will be busy.

This time is no exception.

But his movements are not in a hurry. After taking a look, he smiled and said to Mr. An: "Mr. An, I have something urgent. My Jiu Ye may need you to take care of him."

Mr. An smiled lightly: "What trouble? Go and do your thing. Jiu is just here to get familiar with Mo'er."

"Thank you." The man stood up, put on his windbreaker, freed one hand, rubbed Bo Jiu's head, and walked out of the back, which was completely different from when he came.

At this time, he seemed to be able to perfectly blend into the night, and even his eyes changed from lazy to cold like the wind.

Not to mention the evil spirit that surged out when he lowered his eyes.

Bo Jiu watched him go out, and then retracted his gaze, unexpectedly a little wilted.

This was not within Qin Mo's expectations.

He found that he did not like the way the little tiger drooped its ears.

Old Master An also noticed it and said with a smile: "Jiu, don't be restrained. After dinner, let Moer take you upstairs to play."

"Is it okay?" The little tiger was energetic again.

A pair of sparkling eyes turned to look at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo paused and said "hmm" lightly.

His trouble was that if he didn't agree, the little tiger would cry for him.

Forget it.

Instead of that, it's better to agree.

"Momo, you are such a good person!" Bo Jiu stretched out his hand and wanted to hug.

Qin Mo frowned, with a cold face: "You'd better take back your tiger claws, don't force me to change my mind."

Bo Jiu looked at his hands, then looked at the little princess sitting next to him, and suddenly realized: "Momo, I know that in China, men and women should not be too close to each other, and they can't be too enthusiastic, but don't worry, I'm also a girl."

Haha, you are a girl, I'm not, no need to add.

Qin Mo was too lazy to talk to this little tiger.

Now he just wanted to finish the steak, and then go upstairs to read a book.

At this point.

The little tiger sitting next to him seemed to be very self-aware.

He didn't cause him any more trouble.

She sat beside him seriously, and didn't need anyone to cut steak for her.

Even if it was a bit difficult to cut steak with the clothes she was wearing, she didn't say anything.

Qin Mo felt more and more annoyed the more he looked at her.

Reached out and took her plate.

With a stroke of knife and fork, at such a young age, she already had good dining etiquette.

Bo Jiu paused for a moment, then looked at the little princess who was cutting steak for her, and couldn't help but curl up her lips.

The little princess even looked very pretty when she was cutting steak.

Not as rude as her at all.

Qin Mo moved his fingers, his voice a little cold: "Don't look at me."

Bo Jiu said "oh", and at first she really didn't look at him, but later she couldn't help but turned her head again: "Momo, if I save more money, can you sell yourself to me?"

Qin Mo put down his knife and fork after hearing this, opened his eyelids and looked at her: "You'd better not ask me this question again in the future."

"Is it because I have too little money?" Bo Jiu shook the piggy bank.

Qin Mo felt that it was too childish to argue with a fool, so he pushed the tray forward and said a light "um".

Little did he know that his perfunctory carelessness had become something that the other party kept in mind.

"Then I'll save a little more money." When Bo Jiu got serious, she didn't forget to tickle herself with her claws.

Qin Mo looked at her face, and he couldn't help it because he had mysophobia. He reached out and pushed the hair beside her ears aside to clear his eyes.

He told himself, just today.

After today.

She won't be able to appear on his dining table again.

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