Bo Jiu shook his head: ‘No.’

"Like me, I want to go to social events with my grandfather?" Qin Mo asked again.

Bo Jiu continued to shake his head.

"Then why do you need to use your own gift?" Qin Mo said, and added another sentence: "Using your own gifts usually will only make people feel greasy."

Well, Bo Jiu doesn't want to be regarded as a greasy uncle. She is so cute.

"Then I won't kiss you anymore." The little tiger said well-behavedly, but in fact her face was still skinny.

Qin Mo was used to it, his face was as cold as before, and he didn't say anything more. Raising a child is not a matter of one day or one night, let alone raising a little tiger, some habits need to be corrected slowly.

Bo Xiaohu suddenly thought of something, pulled the hand of her little princess over, knocked on one of the computers, and one of the little hands was moving, as if she was modifying some program.

Even though Qin Mo has a high IQ, he is still a small weakness in computers.

I couldn't understand what the little tiger was doing, but I could see his name flashing there.

Then, someone's tail shook twice: "Momo, you play this game with your mouse, it's very fun, in less than a minute."

Although Qin Mo didn't understand these codes, he also knew that this should be a simple game made by Xiaohu himself.

"This is the task you just mentioned?"

Bo Jiu nodded: "My dad gave it to me. If I can't make it well, let me eat the instant noodles he cooked. I don't want to eat the noodles he cooked even if I die."

It can be seen how dark Mr. Bo’s cooking skills are.

Qin Mo is not a person who likes to talk about elders.

But Bo Xiaohu is right.

And finally found someone to complain.

Bo Xiaohu started to criticize her father's various shortcomings with his fingers: "Every time he would have a stone scissors and cloth with me. In order to get more favor from his mother, he also said that the noodles I cooked were cooked by him because the noodles he cooked were not eaten at all. Last time he added squid to the noodles. The squid was too bad and he had not cooked it yet. He said he wanted to cherish the food and took a pot out to feed the kitten. As a result, even the kitten didn't eat the rice he cooked, but he liked to show off his cooking skills."

Speaking of this, the little tiger shook his tail again and said to her little princess very seriously: "Momo, in a while, if my dad takes something for you to eat, he said he cooked it for his mother, don't eat it, it's poisonous."

"Okay." Qin Mo agreed carelessly, but he was thinking in his heart, if this is the case, what would the tiger usually eat?

However, he was prepared for this.

After all, he still remembers the fact that she and Uncle Bo go to their house for free.

Bo Xiaohu didn't know that her plan to pretend to be good that day had been exposed, so he poked the screen with his little hand, and then told Qin Mo: "Momo, you can move the mouse now."

Qin Mo personally feels about the game.

But no matter what, he is still a boy.

It would also be interesting.

He clicked the stand-alone button with his right hand, and the little zombie on the screen jumped forward.

The simplicity of the program means that the operability is also very simple and there is no difficulty.

I originally thought it was to jump out of the small wooden coffin and get the blood fruit.

For Qin Mo, these are not so challenging.

Unexpectedly, after he got the blood fruit, a line of words suddenly appeared on the screen: "Congratulations to my little prince Momo for successfully passing the level. I'll give myself to you, chirp!"

Then, on the screen, the special effects of the stars spread out.

Each star has two words written on it.

Qin Mo paused his fingers, and the broken light seemed to be reflected in his eyes.

I have to say that the little tiger is very good at making people happy.

but……

"The program in the game has been written long ago. You just modified it to my name, right?"

When Bo Jiu heard this, his eyes opened: "Momo, you are so smart."

Qin Mo didn't say anything. If the program had been done long ago, what was the name before?

Bo Jiu did not realize that the little princess who stayed by her was a very possessive person.

Still looking at merit: "Am I very powerful?"

Qin Mo withdrew his eyes and his voice was faint: "Yes."

Um?

that's all?

Bo Xiaohu thought that the little princess would agree to be her pet after playing this game.

She called her dad and told her about this.

Dad said this is called strategy.

Why did she use this strategy not work at all?

The first time someone made someone plays a game she made.

There is no sense of accomplishment at all.

In the past, she gave it to herself, and her name was written by herself.

I have never changed it to someone else's name like this.

And the game she made is quite fun.

At the beginning, she clearly saw the smile on the corner of the little princess's mouth.

But the smile gradually disappeared without lasting for long, and in the end it became much colder.

It seems that there are some things that cannot be listened to by my dad.

The boss's style is so bold.

This is not good, and it does not fit her reserved image.

She wants to be self-reliant so that the little princess can accept her as soon as possible.

Bo Xiaojiu set a new position for himself.

I wonder if her little princess Qin only has one thought in her mind now.

That is the day after tomorrow, he must meet the Mr. William in the mouth of the little tiger.

After all, he doesn't like people who enjoy the benefits he deserves one step ahead of time.

Anyway, this is a perfect misunderstanding.

However, William, who had just jumped out of the school bus, sneezed twice, then turned his head and looked behind him, for some reason that he always felt a little chill on the back of his neck.

This must be his illusion.

Little William rubbed his nose, golden hair, blue eyes, and was originally a bad guy, so he always had a bit of unruly meaning.

Tomorrow he will be able to go out for a burger with Jiu.

This time he must ask Dad for some money, otherwise it would not be enough to eat.

But I heard that a Chinese child has been moved to this area recently.

It spread throughout their school, saying that they looked good and looked like a little prince.

It's not him who blows it.

With him here, who dares to call himself the little prince?
Chapter completed!