Chapter 1897 Qin Shen, Who Can Act

seven o 'clock.

Generally this point.

Qin Mo would take Bo Jiu out for a walk.

Of course, if you raise a tiger cub, you need to let it go after meals.

But today, Qin Mo did not go out. Instead, he sat in the study with a book in his hand.

After flipping through a few pages, he raised his eyes again and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

eight o'clock

If someone can come back at eight o'clock.

He would not hold her accountable for not listening to him.

Qin Mo has never felt that time has been so long.

Seven o'clock, half past seven.

Eight-eight-thirty.

He overturned the previous setting and changed his mind until the little tiger arrived at nine o'clock.

nine o'clock,

The street lights outside the window are all on.

The Christmas tree looks beautiful as always.

But Qin Mo was no longer in the mood to appreciate it.

After taking the book and going upstairs, the young housekeeper looked at the icy peak-like side face and was frightened. He quickly took out his mobile phone and read a few pages of fantasy cultivation novels.

It started to rain outside.

The lights in Bo's house are still dim.

Bo Jiu didn't know that her little princess was angry because of this incident. When she got home, she saw that the lights were not turned on, so she automatically started walking to An's house.

She no longer climbs over the wall because there are too many obstacles outside.

Carrying the mushrooms she dug in the jungle, she walked towards the main entrance.

Seeing Bo Jiu appear, the young housekeeper hurriedly asked people to go upstairs.

Qin Mo was lying on the bed when he heard the sound. He was not sleeping, but his little face was obviously not a little colder than usual.

Bo Jiu turned back to look at the young butler and blinked with a pair of tiger eyes.

The young butler motioned for her to come over.

In fact, there was no need to indicate this, Bo Jiu also responded.

She also brought back the mushrooms she picked.

"Momo, I brought you a gift."

No one responded.

Bo Jiu scratched his face, took another step forward, sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and then ran into the bathroom.

When he came out again, he had already changed into little tiger pajamas, then poured a glass of milk, then tiptoed to pick up the "One Thousand and One Nights" from the bookshelf, and delivered it to Qin Mo.

A pair of round black tiger eyes, always direct: "Momo, are you angry?"

Qin Mo had no intention of trying to deal with this person.

After all, a certain little tiger always disobeyed him.

Seeing this, Bo Jiu shook the tiger's tail, leaned forward, and kissed Qin Mo on the face.

Why does this make him ignore others?

Qin Mo turned his head and his voice was still calm: "How is the tropical rain forest?"

How did Momo know where she went?

Little Tiger Bo was confused for a moment, then said: "It's fun, but it's indifferent."

After hearing these words, Qin Mo finally felt less irritated and said casually, "Tell me in advance next time you go out. I asked the kitchen to make bean buns for you, and they were all wasted."

Hearing this, Little Tiger Bo felt guilty and lowered his head.

Qin Mo continued: "It's not that I won't let you play, but don't go so far next time. Okay, go to sleep."

It has to be said that the deepness of the city is definitely developed since childhood.

Young Master Qin now knows how to support someone, so that he can retreat to advance.

Bo Xiaohu had already begun to review himself.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Qin Mo's somewhat lonely back.

One reached out and hugged the other's waist, and swore seriously: "I will take Momo with me wherever I go from now on."

Qin Mo paused for a moment, then said "hmm".

Seeing that he was not in a high mood, Bo Xiaohu felt even more guilty.

Little did she know that Qin Mo, who was leaning back to back with her, had the coolness in his eyes gone. He had other things in mind and sat up from the bed.

Little Tiger Bo thought he was still angry with him and followed him behind.

After walking a few steps, she realized that he had opened the drawer and took out a pack of potato chips that he had prepared for her before.

"Momo, don't you want to eat these things?"

Qin Mo spoke at this time,

In a very light voice: "When you're not here, I'm worried that you'll be hungry and won't have dinner."

When he said this.

The young butler happened to come in with a fruit plate.

The young master feeds Miss Jiu two bites of fruit every night because Miss Jiu likes to eat meat too much.

In the words of the young master, he was afraid that his children would not be able to keep up with vitamins, so he simply supplemented them with fruits.

I just heard this sentence, Master Xindao, you are going against your will by saying this.

Miss Ninth went out with Director William and the others, how could she be hungry?

You are obviously in a bad mood because Miss Jiu went to play with others instead of you, and she has no appetite.

However, as a qualified housekeeper, even if he is young, he knows this kind of thing well and will not say it out loud.

However, Bo Xiaohu is born with a strong sense of empathy.

He glanced out the window with his round eyes.

It's raining outside.

When she came back just now, there was thunder.

These are the things the little princess dislikes the most.

Anjia usually eats on time, and Little Tiger Bo knew this.

The little princess didn’t even eat dinner because of her.

She spent the day playing outside.

The little tiger Bo felt completely guilty. He stretched out his two little paws and hugged Qin Mo who was standing in front of the table from behind. His tail was still wagging: "Momo, I was wrong."

Seeing this, Qin Mo felt that it was almost time, and he said what was in his mind directly: "Bo Xiaojiu, if you want to go out and play with others, don't play with me anymore, understand?"

"I understand, I will be obedient in the future." Bo Xiaohu shook his tail again, saying it very seriously.

Qin Mo turned his eyes to the side, and rolled her hair with his fingers: "I will forgive you this time."

Bo Xiaohu nodded, and in order to show that she was very obedient, she didn't need Qin Mo to urge her. She took a bath in advance, came out fragrantly, and lay beside her, listening to Qin Mo read her bedtime story with a pair of big tiger eyes.

I have to say.

Master Qin's method is very effective.

Because the next day, when Xiao William came over with a basketball again.

Bo Xiaohu decisively rejected him: "No."

Xiao William's face was originally flushed, and he was full of expectations for today's basketball court date. After all, he had already learned about that little oriental demon.

The other party didn't like this kind of sweaty exercise at all.

So it was impossible for him to go out with Jiu.

Then he could be alone with Jiu again.

Unexpectedly!

"Didn't we make an appointment?" Little William's red hair wilted.

Bo Jiu held the small keyboard in his hand and said in a serious manner: "Yesterday I left Momo alone at home, he didn't even eat, and he was afraid of the dark, I had to accompany him."

Afraid of the dark?

That little oriental demon?

How is it possible!

No way.

He must expose him today!

"Jiu, Qin that guy can't be afraid..."

Just when Little William was about to make a move.

The person he wanted to expose appeared.

He was wearing a black suit and his hair was styled, like a real little prince. His eyes swept towards him, and there was a sense of oppression in his nobleness.

Little William subconsciously rolled his throat a few times and swallowed his words back.

No.

What is he afraid of!

Even if this little demon has grown taller now, he is still not as strong as him.

He doesn't have to be afraid at all!

But I don't know why.

When Little William saw Qin Mo, he would think of the little demon behind him that day in the hamburger shop, which made people subconsciously want to escape after seeing it.

If you think about it carefully, only Nine is so close to him.

Although Angelica and the others call this little devil prince, it can be seen that they are also a little scared when facing this little devil.

Qin Mo certainly noticed the eyes of Red Hair William.

Grandpa said that you should be polite to foreigners.

This will show the etiquette of China for thousands of years.

Qin Mo is indeed not rude to others.

But there is one thing.

A certain red-haired guy always wants to kidnap the little tiger he raised when he is not around.

This account must be settled carefully.

Little William narrowed his eyes at the man and spoke in a faint voice: "I can't do anything?"

"Afraid of the dark!" Little William gritted his teeth. Anyway, he was going to die, so he might as well finish it: "At this age, he is still a boy, afraid of the dark, do you think it is possible?"

It's a pity that Little William still underestimated the shamelessness of our Young Master Qin.

"Everyone has fear." Qin Mo said this with a bit of loneliness: "As a boy, I don't want to be afraid of the dark, I will be laughed at, but there is no way."

Little William:... Wait a minute, how can there be such an operation!

The young housekeeper who listened to the whole process raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

He would never tell anyone that their young master dared to go to the basement alone at night, and every time he watched a ghost movie, he regarded it as pseudoscience, and he disdained ghosts and monsters more than adults.

So... fear of the dark is definitely pretended.

But he pretended so shamelessly.

It is probably only his young master.

After all, it works.

Because he has heard what Miss Jiu said.

"Mo Mo, don't be afraid, I will accompany you in the future."

"William should want to go out and play with you."

"He has many children to accompany him, not to mention that he is so strong, he is not afraid at all."

Little William said that it was very heartbreaking.

That's it.

Since then.

Little Tiger Bo has never gone out to play alone with anyone again.

Because of Qin Mo.

Of course, there was also the reason that she was changing her teeth and had toothache.

Speaking of this, Little Tiger Bo's appetite decreased because of toothache.

Qin Mo was really anxious. He had to coax her to eat dinner every day. When brushing her teeth in the morning, he always asked Little Tiger Bo to stand by her side and brush her teeth.

So, in the past ten days.

Mr. An could always see his grandson raising children in the morning.

The young blond housekeeper no longer mentioned the difference between Chinese and foreign education.

He basically understood that the young master was raising Miss Nine as a porcelain doll.

Not just the details of life.

And when the young master was reading books.

Miss Nine would play with her small keyboard next to him.

How close are the two children.

It can be explained with a little bit.

In the past, the young master's room must have been filled with nothing but a bed, bookshelf, and wardrobe.

Since he met Miss Nine.

Snacks, lazy sofas, a small tool box and two laptops.

In the words of the young master, these are all Miss Nine's toys.

However, the young butler thought about it for a long time but still couldn’t figure out how a toolbox could become a toy?

Of course, there are quiet times.

It's ten o'clock in the morning.

Both children will be in the study.

Every time at this time, time will always pass very slowly.

Qin Mo is wearing a pure white sweater, one hand is pressing the rice paper on the wooden table, and the other hand is holding a brush through Bo Xiao Lao Hu's hand, teaching someone to read stroke by stroke.

The sun shines in, hitting the two children.

The young housekeeper is watching from the side, with eyes full of amazement.

He has always known that the young master is good-looking.

But such a gentle young master.

Probably only at this time can you see it.

Rather than saying that the young master is like a prince with British blood, it is better to say that he is like a young man from an ancient family.

Every move is like splashing ink, and it is elegant and noble.

If it were only him, perhaps it would not be so eye-catching.

But in front of him stood Bo Xiao Lao Hu, a child of the same age, the taller one was teaching the slightly shorter one to write.

Bo Jiu's tail was still swaying, and the tip of his nose was stained with ink, as if it was deliberately dotted, and he was just short of drawing three more whiskers. He looked serious, as if he was completing something big.

Maybe it was interesting to see her like this.

The young master would always turn his eyes away inadvertently, and the corners of his mouth would curl up slightly.

At that moment.

The young blond butler only remembered a poem he learned from the vast oriental literature.

Yes, the ancient fantasy cultivation and the ancient online novels of the waste counterattack were what he thought of as the vast oriental literature.

There was a line in the poem that read like this.

"The man rides a bamboo horse and plays with green plums around the bed."

This is probably the purest form of emotion.

But compared to ordinary childhood sweethearts.

This pair is still different.

Because it can be said that the knowledge and some of the living habits that Bo Jiu has learned now were all learned from Qin Mo.

The first word she wrote was taught by him.

The first ancient poem she recited was also taught by him.

Even the bedtime story was the first one he told her.

Coax her to sleep, eat, take medicine, everything is taken care of.

However, Bo Jiu is still naughty. After all, writing calligraphy is just a way for her to appreciate the beauty of the little princess from a close distance.

"Mo Mo, your eyelashes are so long, longer than mine." This is the expression of someone who can't help but write four words.

His hand has reached out and touched the cold and handsome little face in front of him.

Qin Mo paused, knowing that she couldn't change her habit of touching him, so he didn't force it. He wrapped someone's neck with a scarf and took the little tiger out.

It's time to let him go.

Today is early.

After all, someone has been very well behaved in the past half month.

However, soon, this walk was interrupted.

"Hey, Jiu Ye, have you forgotten me as your father? Huh?" It was Mr. Bo. He was dressed like a doctoral student today, with a white shirt and a tie inside, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a book in his hand. He slightly tilted it and knocked on the top of Bo Xiaohu's head.

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