Anyway, this day was a nightmare for him.

And the root of the demon is this little tiger.

Since it has been seen.

Qin Mo didn't care anymore, so he pulled a scarf over and was about to go out.

Because it's too embarrassing.

Xiao Bojiu drooped his ears and explained seriously: "Momo, I have never missed anyone before. It must be because you are so beautiful, and your name also sounds very cute."

After Qin Mo had something on him, he was not as passive as he was in the bathtub.

He pulled the man's hand over directly.

With his eyes down, his face was cold and stroked in the palm of her little hand, with a little heavy force.

But in the end, Mr. Qin's good calligraphy was wasted.

Because after he finished writing, the man was confused in his round tiger eyes: "Momo, did you just write Chinese characters? You have a lot of gestures."

Qin Mo finally realized that this little tiger was not only a fool but also a little illiterate.

He pulled the person and walked to the desk, took out a book and picked up the pen to two words.

"Qin, Mo."

He pointed at the finger, and the black hair was dripping with water: "Remember for me, this is my name, the desert is the desert that is lonely and smokey in the desert."

"So amazing!" Bo Jiu's praise was sincere. The little princess is the little princess. Her handwriting looks so beautiful, it turns out to be this mist.

I reached out and touched it. I gestured a lot. Fortunately, she remembered it well, and I could almost remember it by reading it once.

Qin Mo looked at the little tiger reaching out to touch his name. For some reason, he paused his fingers inexplicably and then closed the book.

"Now you should know what is different between men and women, so." Qin Mo stretched out his hand and pointed to the small sofa behind her: "Go to sleep there and don't run out again."

Bo Jiu knew that he was a guest and had to abide by the host's wishes.

Hearing Qin Mo say this, he ran back and threw himself on the sofa, covering the blanket with only a pair of eyes exposed.

It turns out it's not the Mo.

It's indescribable.

Really a man.

Such a beautiful boy.

She had never seen her before.

But after what happened just now.

Momo must have disliked her a little.

When I think of this.

Bo Jiu couldn't help but rub his little nose, even his pair of ears drooped and looked wilted.

Finally, the little tiger stopped causing trouble. Qin Mo originally wanted to turn off the lights and sleep. Usually, he should have been lying in bed and reading his "Little Prince".

But when he saw the furry little head with water vapor.

Qin Mo stopped suddenly, thinking about what he was thinking.

Later I told myself that I forgot, I can’t continue like this.

He doesn't have that much energy to care about others.

A click.

The lights dimmed.

Bo Jiu felt that he had done something wrong, and did not make any more noise, so he lay on the small sofa. Later, he fell asleep in a daze.

However, Young Master Qin on the other end, I don’t know whether it was because there were too many people in the room, because he was thinking about something else, or because he was not only kissed, carried, but also looked at him all today.

There are endless ups and downs.

So much so that when he closed his eyes, the figure of the culprit appeared in his mind.

I can't sleep a little.

Qin Mo could only turn his head.

At that location, you can see a small ball of tigers gathered up on the sofa. They all look so cute, but they are even more cute and can eat people.

Qin Mo looked at it and was probably too tired.

The eyelids also sank.

I thought he would dream of staying alone in the Qin family, and there was no one there except the nanny and the adjutant.

After all, everyone at home is so busy.

It is normal for him to play alone by himself.

What's more, I'm abroad now.

Unexpectedly, Qin Mo did not dream that night. Perhaps he was using his physical strength and energy to guard against a little tiger, so he slept very well that night.

Snowing night.

The cold moon.

The cry of owls would be heard from time to time outside.

This kind of bird is already rare in the country.

But it still exists abroad.

It seems to be coming to the magic world.

Even the forest outside the window is clearly visible.

It always comes in the morning.

When the sun shines.

It can light up a lot.

The white European villa has a completely different atmosphere from that in China.

This is probably the charm of humanities and architecture.

The streets here are very clean.

The snow is also covered with a thick layer.

It snowed all night and before I could clean it, it would creak when I stepped on it.

But the snow shovel has arrived.

The driver also wore a furry hat, which was very suitable for the situation.

Qin Mo woke up only when he heard the music from the snow shovel. He reached out to block the light coming in, and then turned his head away. There was no one on the small sofa on his left.

Unexpectedly.

The little tiger actually got up earlier than him.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.

He didn't want to recall what happened last night.

He walked into the bathroom in his home pajamas.

When he was brushing his teeth, he couldn't help but frown when he saw the bathtub.

Sometimes it’s not a thing to be happy about when you remember too well.

He was considering whether to tell his grandfather that he wanted to change a room.

As soon as you step into this bathroom, that scene will always come up.

But later, Qin Mo thought about it again, there was no need.

Even if he doesn't want to see the little tiger next door, he will always see it.

When I see that face, even if I change the room, I will still remember what I should remember.

But one thing, he also said, was that night yesterday.

Starting today, everything will return to normal.

When Qin Mo thought of this, he wiped the corner of his mouth with a towel. Even though he was young, he had already seen a tutor in every move.

After washing up, he even changed himself into a set of clothes before walking downstairs.

Before going downstairs, Qin Mo was ready to see the little tiger at the dining table.

After all, he hasn't forgotten what she came to do yesterday.

Since it's a free meal.

Then one meal is also a rub, and two meals are also a rub.

She shouldn't miss breakfast.

But what Qin Mo did not expect was that this time he made a mistake in his judgment.

There was no shadow of the little tiger at the dining table.

There wasn't even the other side where I had refreshments.

Only the young butler came up with a plate after seeing him come down: "Young Master, are you awake? I prepared slices of bread and steamed buns for breakfast. Which one do you want to eat?"
Chapter completed!