Since someone is here, why don’t you come?

Could it be that she doesn't have to eat free today?

Or it doesn't smell the air.

Tiger-like like her.

I probably wouldn't miss such a good opportunity to eat.

After realizing what you are thinking.

Qin Mo frowned.

It was really boring that I thought 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 never liked socializing.

When other kids are making a fuss.

He likes to restore building blocks and explore the basement.

When I was three years old, I didn't say a word all day.

My family members were worried about this, and they were worried that he would tend to be autistic.

Probably the more sensitive and smart the child is.

The more likely it is to encounter this situation.

From the beginning, I feel bored, I gradually lose my feelings.

This is related to the growth environment from childhood to adulthood, and also to oneself.

Qin Mo is a weak person and is too precocious. The more he does this, the more he wraps himself up tightly.

Mr. An also noticed this.

That's why I suggested taking my grandson to change the environment.

Children abroad should mature earlier, and they might find their friends.

But when Mr. An saw that his grandson was polite from beginning to end, he was not as elegant as he should have shown at his age, he knew that such an arrangement would not be effective.

Usually, the banquet for children does not last too late.

When Qin Mo followed his grandfather out to see him off, the lights on the opposite side were still on, and his voice was clear at that age: "Grandpa, why didn't Uncle Bo come here?"

The two are friends.

If you hold a banquet, the other party should come.

Mr. An didn't expect his grandson to ask him this question, and smiled in a slight sense: "You Uncle Bo shouldn't have come back yet."

"Don't come back?" Qin Mo frowned.

Mr. An uttered: "It seems that Xiao Bojiu is alone at home on the opposite side, but at night, her mother will come back. Your uncle Bo should come with a gift tomorrow. His person looks different from his daytime."

Qin Mo listened casually and looked over there again. How old the little tiger was, he left her alone at home.

But he didn't ask about this kind of thing.

It's because he finds it troublesome.

If he asked, his grandfather would definitely send someone to take the little tiger over, or think about something else.

Qin Mo thought of this and followed Mr. An again

Back in the house.

The indoor temperature varies greatly from the outdoor temperature.

The rest have not left yet.

In order to show the friendship between landlords, Mr. An also asked the chef to make a Chinese late-night snack.

Stacks of small bean buns, bowls of chopped eggs and lean meat porridge, plus the dumplings brought from China, are just right for the children to eat.

When Angelia saw these, her blue eyes seemed to be lit up, very cute, and the rest of the little radish heads surrounded her.

The young butler specially served a bowl of glutinous rice balls and handed them to Qin Mo's hand.

After he looked at the little prince in front of him who was so noble that he didn't look like a real person, he said in a faint voice: "Pick up two small bean bags, then use the insulation box to make a bowl of porridge and send it to the next door."

next door?

The young blonde butler immediately realized it and started to do it.

Qin Mo then began to lower his eyes and bit the dumplings bite at a time.

He was so slow that the children next to him were watching.

However, Qin Mo himself didn't seem to care.

He did not explain his behavior to the young housekeeper.

Perhaps because here, there is only a child of the same blood as him, and he will inevitably want to take care of him.

This situation will not happen in the country.

After all, in the country, no child is so young and is at home.

Except for him...

That's right.

The little tiger's situation is very similar to that of him.

They are all alone at home.

Even at night.

When Qin Mo ate the first dumpling, he had already covered up a lot of the emotions that were shaping out of his eyes.

Grandpa was still greeting guests, so he probably wouldn't notice him.

This is very good.

Because if my grandfather knew that he had someone give something to the little tiger next door.

Grandpa would definitely throw the man directly to him and tie it into piles.

That would be a big trouble for him.

And he dislikes trouble the most.

The snow is still falling outside.

The end of the banquet has rekindled the enthusiasm of many children due to the arrival of Chinese late-night snacks.

Basically, they praise Chinese food.

However, the courtyard next door became much quieter.

Bo Jiu was indeed at home. She was holding her own keyboard, burying her little head and drinking medicine, and coughing from time to time.

It's not very serious. I'm still wearing the little tiger pajamas, and my little face is a little red. I always run to the window and take a look when I hear the car outside. My little tail shakes twice and then falls back into the sofa.

The phone on the desk rang.

Bo Jiu knew who it was without looking at it. When answering the phone, he nodded twice and emphasized: "Mom, I have to take medicine well."

After hearing this, the people over there smiled slightly and wanted to fly back immediately, but they could only deal with the matter here.

It was the phone number that Bo Jiu proposed to hang up.

But after hanging up the phone.

Then he picked up his own keyboard again.

Squatted there and encouraged for a while.

I picked up another piece of bread.

At Bo’s house, the dining table is filled with prepared food.

Have a long-term babysitting.

It's just that they prefer to cook their own meals.

Even if you eat noodles.

But today is an exception.

Mr. Bo has not come back, and Mrs. Bo is 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 him, not to mention that there are some secrets about her father at home.

So as early as the afternoon, Bo Jiu asked the nanny to go back.

She was walking around the room alone, tearing down the keyboard and so on. She usually did the same thing, and she didn't feel much.
To be continued...