Chapter 1412
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Since there are people here, why don't you come over.
Doesn't she need to eat today?
Or say you can't smell the smell in the air.
A tiger like her.
He shouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to grab a meal.
After realizing what I was thinking.
Qin Mo frowned.
It's really too boring to think of that 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 always disliked socializing.
When other children are making noise.
He loves restoring blocks and exploring basements.
When I was three years old, I didn't say a word all day.
For this reason, the family members were worried that he might be prone to autism.
Probably the more sensitive and intelligent children.
The easier it is to encounter this situation.
I felt bored from the beginning, and gradually lost feelings.
This is related to the growth environment from childhood to adulthood, and also related to oneself.
Qin Mo's nature is weak, and he is too precocious. The more he is like this, the more tightly he wraps himself up.
Mr. An also noticed this.
That's why I proposed to bring my grandson to change the environment.
Foreign children should mature earlier, maybe they can find his little partner.
But when Mr. An saw that his grandson was not as polite as he should be at his age from the beginning to the end, he knew in his heart that such an arrangement would not have much effect.
Usually a party with kids doesn't last too late.
When Qin Mo came out with his grandfather to see off someone, the light on the opposite side was still on, and his voice was still clear at that age: "Grandpa, why didn't Uncle Bo come over?"
The two are friends.
If there is a banquet, the other party should come.
Mr. An didn't expect his grandson to ask him this question, so he turned his head and smiled: "Your Uncle Bo probably hasn't come back yet."
"Not back?" Qin Mo frowned.
Mr. An hummed: "It seems that Xiao Bojiu is at home alone, but at night, her mother will come back, and your Uncle Bo will come tomorrow with a gift. He looks different at night and during the day. "
Qin Mo listened casually, and then glanced over there. The little tiger was only so old, so 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, grandpa would definitely send someone to pick up the little tiger, or think of something else.
Qin Mo thought of this, and followed Mr. An to reunite.
Back in the house.
There is a big difference between the indoor temperature and the outdoor temperature.
The rest of the people haven't left yet.
In order to show his friendship as a landlord, Mr. An asked the chef to make a special Chinese supper.
Stacks of small bean buns, bowls of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and glutinous rice balls brought from China are just right for children to eat.
When Angelia saw this, her blue eyes seemed to be lit up, very cute, and the rest of the radish heads also surrounded her.
The young butler specially filled a bowl of glutinous rice balls and handed it to Qin Mo.
He watched the little prince in front of him, who was too precious to be like a real person, take the bowl, and said in a flat voice: "Take two small bean bags, and make a bowl of porridge in an insulated box, and send it to the next door." .”
next door?
The young blond butler immediately realized and started to do it.
Only then did Qin Mo lower his eyes, biting the glutinous rice balls bit by bit.
He ate so slowly that the children next to him were watching.
But Qin Mo himself didn't seem to care.
Nor did he explain his behavior to the young housekeeper.
Probably because here, there is only one child who has the same blood as him, and it is inevitable that he wants to take care of it.
This kind of situation will not happen in the country.
After all, in China, there is no such a young child who is at home by himself.
except him……
That's right.
The situation of the little tiger was very similar to his.
All alone at home.
Even at night.
When Qin Mo ate the first glutinous rice balls, he had already covered up the emotions brewing in his eyes.
Grandpa is still greeting the guests, so he probably won't notice his side.
That's fine.
Because if grandpa finds out that he sent something to the little tiger next door.
Grandpa will definitely throw that person directly to him and tie them into a pile.
That would be a big problem for him.
And he dislikes trouble least of all.
It's still snowing outside.
At the end of the banquet, the arrival of Chinese-style supper rekindled the enthusiasm of many children.
Basically, they all praise Chinese cuisine.
But the courtyard next door was much quieter.
Bo Jiu was indeed at home. She was hugging her small keyboard, drinking medicine with her little head buried, coughing from time to time.
It's not very serious, he's still wearing the little tiger pajamas, his little face is a little abnormally red, and when he hears the car outside, he always runs to the window to have a look, his little tail wagging Twice, and nestled back on the sofa.
The phone on the desk rang.
Bo Jiu knew who it was without looking. When answering the phone, she nodded her head twice, and then emphasized: "Mom, I have to drink the medicine obediently."
Hearing this, the people over there smiled lightly, wishing they could fly back immediately, but they could only deal with the matter here.
It was Bo Jiu who suggested to hang up the phone.
But after hanging up the phone.
He picked up his little keyboard again.
Squat there and agitated for a while.
He took another piece of bread.
At Bo's house, the table is full of ready-made food.
There is a long-term nanny.
It's just that they prefer to cook for themselves.
Even if it is boiled noodles.
But today is an exception.
Mr. Bo didn't come back, and Mrs. Bo was too busy.
Things at home can only be prepared by the nanny.
But Bo Jiu doesn't like to let the nanny take care of herself, not to mention that there are some secrets about her father at home.
So as early as in the afternoon, Bo Jiu sent the nanny back.
Walking around the room by herself, dismantling the keypad and so on, she usually does this, and she doesn't feel much.
I don't know why today.
Probably because it was too lively outside.
And she caught a cold and couldn't go out.
So she is really envious of those who can go to the little princess's house.
Thinking of this, Xiao Bojiu ran to the window to take a look again, coughed a little, curled her little mouth, and drooped her ears.
After the blond butler rang the doorbell, he saw such a little tiger come to open the door.
He didn't understand what was going on.
But still as enthusiastic as ever.
"My beautiful lady, is there anything I can do for you?" The blond butler made a playful expression in order to make people happy: "I guess you will like the things in my hand, they have captured many people heart of."
As he spoke, he sent the insulation box in his hand forward.
Bo Jiu glanced at it, and her eyes lit up: "Bean paste buns."
"So it's called bean paste buns." The blond butler chuckled lightly, "Young Master asked me to bring it here."
Master?
Little princess?
Bo Jiu was revived with full blood, and the little tiger swept his tail twice, very politely: "Please come in first."
The blond-haired butler took off his hat, followed her in, put the insulation box on the table, and the two of them spoke a few more words.
He just said goodbye and went back.
Looking at the red bean paste buns and preserved egg lean pork porridge.
Bo Jiu stretched out her hand and tugged at her little ears. Before that, she was worried that she would get angry with her if she saw all the little princess.
Now it seems that there is nothing at all.
The little princess was really considerate, and even asked the housekeeper to give her a bean paste bag.
The more Bo Jiu thought about it, the bigger the smile on his mouth became.
Although she was still coughing, it didn't affect her to eliminate these things at all.
after eating.
Bo Jiu thought about it seriously.
She had to go and say thank you to the little princess in person.
This is not the case in the past.
Too ostentatious.
Wait for a while before it gets darker, and she will arm herself before going over.
And the little princess gave her something to eat, so she couldn't justify not giving something in return.
Bo Jiu looked at the small keyboard in his arms.
After deciding, give him her favorite toy.
Moreover, she wanted to tell the little princess face to face.
She will take responsibility for the fact that she saw him all.
That's it, that's right!
Bo Jiu shook her small fist at herself in the mirror, the smile on the corner of her mouth was a bit skinny no matter how you looked at it.
At this time, Qin Mo still didn't know that the biggest trouble about him sending food over was not that Mr. An would intervene.
Instead, the little tiger that was being fed started to move again.
Qin Mo never took other people's words that he liked him seriously.
It's because too many people say they like it, but it's just to express their own feelings.
I don't care about the side that accepts it, and make decisions unilaterally in my own way.
For example, there used to be a little girl who said she liked him.
He doesn't like each other.
The other party was crying, as if he bullied her.
Qin Mo didn't think much of that girl.
But again, he doesn't want this to happen again, it doesn't make any sense and it's pretty boring.
Therefore, he didn't even care much about the little tiger's love for him.
But probably because, occasionally, that little tiger is too obedient.
He will be a little bit patient with her.
But looking back and thinking about it again, it was either obedient or stupid.
After seeing off the last batch of guests with Mr. An, Qin Mo took off his small suit jacket and handed it to the blond butler standing next to him.
The butler lowered his head and reported to the work: "Young master, Miss Jiu ate all the food, she should not be hungry anymore, don't worry."
Qin Mo frowned when he heard that, "Since when did I care if she's hungry?"
The blond butler gave a meal.
Qin Mo's voice was very calm: "It's just because we are neighbors. It's not in accordance with the etiquette not to send something to such a lively party. What's more, Uncle Bo is an old friend of Grandpa's."
The blond-haired butler gave two oh-oh-ohhs, looking at the little figure walking up the stairs, he thought to himself, are all the children in Huaxia so precocious?
This aura is also a little too strong.
However, China is really a country of etiquette.
On their side, they never expected to deliver food to their little neighbors during the party...
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Since there are people here, why don't you come over.
Doesn't she need to eat today?
Or say you can't smell the smell in the air.
A tiger like her.
He shouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to grab a meal.
After realizing what I was thinking.
Qin Mo frowned.
It's really too boring to think of that 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 always disliked socializing.
When other children are making noise.
He loves restoring blocks and exploring basements.
When I was three years old, I didn't say a word all day.
For this reason, the family members were worried that he might be prone to autism.
Probably the more sensitive and intelligent children.
The easier it is to encounter this situation.
I felt bored from the beginning, and gradually lost feelings.
This is related to the growth environment from childhood to adulthood, and also related to oneself.
Qin Mo's nature is weak, and he is too precocious. The more he is like this, the more tightly he wraps himself up.
Mr. An also noticed this.
That's why I proposed to bring my grandson to change the environment.
Foreign children should mature earlier, maybe they can find his little partner.
But when Mr. An saw that his grandson was not as polite as he should be at his age from the beginning to the end, he knew in his heart that such an arrangement would not have much effect.
Usually a party with kids doesn't last too late.
When Qin Mo came out with his grandfather to see off someone, the light on the opposite side was still on, and his voice was still clear at that age: "Grandpa, why didn't Uncle Bo come over?"
The two are friends.
If there is a banquet, the other party should come.
Mr. An didn't expect his grandson to ask him this question, so he turned his head and smiled: "Your Uncle Bo probably hasn't come back yet."
"Not back?" Qin Mo frowned.
Mr. An hummed: "It seems that Xiao Bojiu is at home alone, but at night, her mother will come back, and your Uncle Bo will come tomorrow with a gift. He looks different at night and during the day. "
Qin Mo listened casually, and then glanced over there. The little tiger was only so old, so 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, grandpa would definitely send someone to pick up the little tiger, or think of something else.
Qin Mo thought of this, and followed Mr. An to reunite.
Back in the house.
There is a big difference between the indoor temperature and the outdoor temperature.
The rest of the people haven't left yet.
In order to show his friendship as a landlord, Mr. An asked the chef to make a special Chinese supper.
Stacks of small bean buns, bowls of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and glutinous rice balls brought from China are just right for children to eat.
When Angelia saw this, her blue eyes seemed to be lit up, very cute, and the rest of the radish heads also surrounded her.
The young butler specially filled a bowl of glutinous rice balls and handed it to Qin Mo.
He watched the little prince in front of him, who was too precious to be like a real person, take the bowl, and said in a flat voice: "Take two small bean bags, and make a bowl of porridge in an insulated box, and send it to the next door." .”
next door?
The young blond butler immediately realized and started to do it.
Only then did Qin Mo lower his eyes, biting the glutinous rice balls bit by bit.
He ate so slowly that the children next to him were watching.
But Qin Mo himself didn't seem to care.
Nor did he explain his behavior to the young housekeeper.
Probably because here, there is only one child who has the same blood as him, and it is inevitable that he wants to take care of it.
This kind of situation will not happen in the country.
After all, in China, there is no such a young child who is at home by himself.
except him……
That's right.
The situation of the little tiger was very similar to his.
All alone at home.
Even at night.
When Qin Mo ate the first glutinous rice balls, he had already covered up the emotions brewing in his eyes.
Grandpa is still greeting the guests, so he probably won't notice his side.
That's fine.
Because if grandpa finds out that he sent something to the little tiger next door.
Grandpa will definitely throw that person directly to him and tie them into a pile.
That would be a big problem for him.
And he dislikes trouble least of all.
It's still snowing outside.
At the end of the banquet, the arrival of Chinese-style supper rekindled the enthusiasm of many children.
Basically, they all praise Chinese cuisine.
But the courtyard next door was much quieter.
Bo Jiu was indeed at home. She was hugging her small keyboard, drinking medicine with her little head buried, coughing from time to time.
It's not very serious, he's still wearing the little tiger pajamas, his little face is a little abnormally red, and when he hears the car outside, he always runs to the window to have a look, his little tail wagging Twice, and nestled back on the sofa.
The phone on the desk rang.
Bo Jiu knew who it was without looking. When answering the phone, she nodded her head twice, and then emphasized: "Mom, I have to drink the medicine obediently."
Hearing this, the people over there smiled lightly, wishing they could fly back immediately, but they could only deal with the matter here.
It was Bo Jiu who suggested to hang up the phone.
But after hanging up the phone.
He picked up his little keyboard again.
Squat there and agitated for a while.
He took another piece of bread.
At Bo's house, the table is full of ready-made food.
There is a long-term nanny.
It's just that they prefer to cook for themselves.
Even if it is boiled noodles.
But today is an exception.
Mr. Bo didn't come back, and Mrs. Bo was too busy.
Things at home can only be prepared by the nanny.
But Bo Jiu doesn't like to let the nanny take care of herself, not to mention that there are some secrets about her father at home.
So as early as in the afternoon, Bo Jiu sent the nanny back.
Walking around the room by herself, dismantling the keypad and so on, she usually does this, and she doesn't feel much.
I don't know why today.
Probably because it was too lively outside.
And she caught a cold and couldn't go out.
So she is really envious of those who can go to the little princess's house.
Thinking of this, Xiao Bojiu ran to the window to take a look again, coughed a little, curled her little mouth, and drooped her ears.
After the blond butler rang the doorbell, he saw such a little tiger come to open the door.
He didn't understand what was going on.
But still as enthusiastic as ever.
"My beautiful lady, is there anything I can do for you?" The blond butler made a playful expression in order to make people happy: "I guess you will like the things in my hand, they have captured many people heart of."
As he spoke, he sent the insulation box in his hand forward.
Bo Jiu glanced at it, and her eyes lit up: "Bean paste buns."
"So it's called bean paste buns." The blond butler chuckled lightly, "Young Master asked me to bring it here."
Master?
Little princess?
Bo Jiu was revived with full blood, and the little tiger swept his tail twice, very politely: "Please come in first."
The blond-haired butler took off his hat, followed her in, put the insulation box on the table, and the two of them spoke a few more words.
He just said goodbye and went back.
Looking at the red bean paste buns and preserved egg lean pork porridge.
Bo Jiu stretched out her hand and tugged at her little ears. Before that, she was worried that she would get angry with her if she saw all the little princess.
Now it seems that there is nothing at all.
The little princess was really considerate, and even asked the housekeeper to give her a bean paste bag.
The more Bo Jiu thought about it, the bigger the smile on his mouth became.
Although she was still coughing, it didn't affect her to eliminate these things at all.
after eating.
Bo Jiu thought about it seriously.
She had to go and say thank you to the little princess in person.
This is not the case in the past.
Too ostentatious.
Wait for a while before it gets darker, and she will arm herself before going over.
And the little princess gave her something to eat, so she couldn't justify not giving something in return.
Bo Jiu looked at the small keyboard in his arms.
After deciding, give him her favorite toy.
Moreover, she wanted to tell the little princess face to face.
She will take responsibility for the fact that she saw him all.
That's it, that's right!
Bo Jiu shook her small fist at herself in the mirror, the smile on the corner of her mouth was a bit skinny no matter how you looked at it.
At this time, Qin Mo still didn't know that the biggest trouble about him sending food over was not that Mr. An would intervene.
Instead, the little tiger that was being fed started to move again.
Qin Mo never took other people's words that he liked him seriously.
It's because too many people say they like it, but it's just to express their own feelings.
I don't care about the side that accepts it, and make decisions unilaterally in my own way.
For example, there used to be a little girl who said she liked him.
He doesn't like each other.
The other party was crying, as if he bullied her.
Qin Mo didn't think much of that girl.
But again, he doesn't want this to happen again, it doesn't make any sense and it's pretty boring.
Therefore, he didn't even care much about the little tiger's love for him.
But probably because, occasionally, that little tiger is too obedient.
He will be a little bit patient with her.
But looking back and thinking about it again, it was either obedient or stupid.
After seeing off the last batch of guests with Mr. An, Qin Mo took off his small suit jacket and handed it to the blond butler standing next to him.
The butler lowered his head and reported to the work: "Young master, Miss Jiu ate all the food, she should not be hungry anymore, don't worry."
Qin Mo frowned when he heard that, "Since when did I care if she's hungry?"
The blond butler gave a meal.
Qin Mo's voice was very calm: "It's just because we are neighbors. It's not in accordance with the etiquette not to send something to such a lively party. What's more, Uncle Bo is an old friend of Grandpa's."
The blond-haired butler gave two oh-oh-ohhs, looking at the little figure walking up the stairs, he thought to himself, are all the children in Huaxia so precocious?
This aura is also a little too strong.
However, China is really a country of etiquette.
On their side, they never expected to deliver food to their little neighbors during the party...
Since there are people here, why don't you come over.Doesn't she need to eat today?Or say you can't smell the smell in the air.A tiger like her.He shouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to grab a meal.After realizing what I was thinking.Qin Mo frowned.It's really too boring to think of that 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 always disliked socializing.When other children are making noise.He loves restoring blocks and exploring basements.When I was three years old, I didn't say a word all day.For this reason, the family members were worried that he might be prone to autism.Probably the more sensitive and intelligent children.The easier it is to encounter this situation.I felt bored from the beginning, and gradually lost feelings.This is related to the growth environment from childhood to adulthood, and also related to oneself.Qin Mo's nature is weak, and he is too precocious. The more he is like this, the more tightly he wraps himself up.Mr. An also noticed this.That's why I proposed to bring my grandson to change the environment.Foreign children should mature earlier, maybe they can find his little partner.But when Mr. An saw that his grandson was not as polite as he should be at his age from the beginning to the end, he knew in his heart that such an arrangement would not have much effect.Usually a party with kids doesn't last too late.When Qin Mo came out with his grandfather to see off someone, the light on the opposite side was still on, and his voice was still clear at that age: "Grandpa, why didn't Uncle Bo come over?"The two are friends.If there is a banquet, the other party should come.Mr. An didn't expect his grandson to ask him this question, so he turned his head and smiled: "Your Uncle Bo probably hasn't come back yet.""Not back?" Qin Mo frowned.Mr. An hummed: "It seems that Xiao Bojiu is at home alone, but at night, her mother will come back, and your Uncle Bo will come tomorrow with a gift. He looks different at night and during the day. "Qin Mo listened casually, and then glanced over there. The little tiger was only so old, so 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, grandpa would definitely send someone to pick up the little tiger, or think of something else.Qin Mo thought of this, and followed Mr. An to reunite.Back in the house.There is a big difference between the indoor temperature and the outdoor temperature.The rest of the people haven't left yet.In order to show his friendship as a landlord, Mr. An asked the chef to make a special Chinese supper.Stacks of small bean buns, bowls of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and glutinous rice balls brought from China are just right for children to eat.When Angelia saw this, her blue eyes seemed to be lit up, very cute, and the rest of the radish heads also surrounded her.The young butler specially filled a bowl of glutinous rice balls and handed it to Qin Mo.He watched the little prince in front of him, who was too precious to be like a real person, take the bowl, and said in a flat voice: "Take two small bean bags, and make a bowl of porridge in an insulated box, and send it to the next door." .next door?The young blond butler immediately realized and started to do it.Only then did Qin Mo lower his eyes, biting the glutinous rice balls bit by bit.He ate so slowly that the children next to him were watching.But Qin Mo himself didn't seem to care.Nor did he explain his behavior to the young housekeeper.Probably because here, there is only one child who has the same blood as him, and it is inevitable that he wants to take care of it.This kind of situation will not happen in the country.After all, in China, there is no such a young child who is at home by himself.except himThat's right.The situation of the little tiger was very similar to his.All alone at home.Even at night.When Qin Mo ate the first glutinous rice balls, he had already covered up the emotions brewing in his eyes.Grandpa is still greeting the guests, so he probably won't notice his side.That's fine.Because if grandpa finds out that he sent something to the little tiger next door.Grandpa will definitely throw that person directly to him and tie them into a pile.That would be a big problem for him.And he dislikes trouble least of all.It's still snowing outside.At the end of the banquet, the arrival of Chinese-style supper rekindled the enthusiasm of many children.Basically, they all praise Chinese cuisine.But the courtyard next door was much quieter.Bo Jiu was indeed at home. She was hugging her small keyboard, drinking medicine with her little head buried, coughing from time to time.It's not very serious, he's still wearing the little tiger pajamas, his little face is a little abnormally red, and when he hears the car outside, he always runs to the window to have a look, his little tail wagging Twice, and nestled back on the sofa.The phone on the desk rang.Bo Jiu knew who it was without looking. When answering the phone, she nodded her head twice, and then emphasized: "Mom, I have to drink the medicine obediently."Hearing this, the people over there smiled lightly, wishing they could fly back immediately, but they could only deal with the matter here.It was Bo Jiu who suggested to hang up the phone.But after hanging up the phone.He picked up his little keyboard again.Squat there and agitated for a while.He took another piece of bread.At Bo's house, the table is full of ready-made food.There is a long-term nanny.It's just that they prefer to cook for themselves.Even if it is boiled noodles.But today is an exception.Mr. Bo didn't come back, and Mrs. Bo was too busy.Things at home can only be prepared by the nanny.But Bo Jiu doesn't like to let the nanny take care of herself, not to mention that there are some secrets about her father at home.So as early as in the afternoon, Bo Jiu sent the nanny back.Walking around the room by herself, dismantling the keypad and so on, she usually does this, and she doesn't feel much.I don't know why today.Probably because it was too lively outside.And she caught a cold and couldn't go out.So she is really envious of those who can go to the little princess's house.Thinking of this, Xiao Bojiu ran to the window to take a look again, coughed a little, curled her little mouth, and drooped her ears.After the blond butler rang the doorbell, he saw such a little tiger come to open the door.He didn't understand what was going on.But still as enthusiastic as ever."My beautiful lady, is there anything I can do for you?" The blond butler made a playful expression in order to make people happy: "I guess you will like the things in my hand, they have captured many people heart of."As he spoke, he sent the insulation box in his hand forward.Bo Jiu glanced at it, and her eyes lit up: "Bean paste buns.""So it's called bean paste buns." The blond butler chuckled lightly, "Young Master asked me to bring it here."Master?Little princess?Bo Jiu was revived with full blood, and the little tiger swept his tail twice, very politely: "Please come in first."The blond-haired butler took off his hat, followed her in, put the insulation box on the table, and the two of them spoke a few more words.He just said goodbye and went back.Looking at the red bean paste buns and preserved egg lean pork porridge.Bo Jiu stretched out her hand and tugged at her little ears. Before that, she was worried that she would get angry with her if she saw all the little princess.Now it seems that there is nothing at all.The little princess was really considerate, and even asked the housekeeper to give her a bean paste bag.The more Bo Jiu thought about it, the bigger the smile on his mouth became.Although she was still coughing, it didn't affect her to eliminate these things at all.after eating.Bo Jiu thought about it seriously.She had to go and say thank you to the little princess in person.This is not the case in the past.Too ostentatious.Wait for a while before it gets darker, and she will arm herself before going over.And the little princess gave her something to eat, so she couldn't justify not giving something in return.Bo Jiu looked at the small keyboard in his arms.After deciding, give him her favorite toy.Moreover, she wanted to tell the little princess face to face.She will take responsibility for the fact that she saw him all.That's it, that's right!Bo Jiu shook her small fist at herself in the mirror, the smile on the corner of her mouth was a bit skinny no matter how you looked at it.At this time, Qin Mo still didn't know that the biggest trouble about him sending food over was not that Mr. An would intervene.Instead, the little tiger that was being fed started to move again.Qin Mo never took other people's words that he liked him seriously.It's because too many people say they like it, but it's just to express their own feelings.I don't care about the side that accepts it, and make decisions unilaterally in my own way.For example, there used to be a little girl who said she liked him.He doesn't like each other.The other party was crying, as if he bullied her.Qin Mo didn't think much of that girl.But again, he doesn't want this to happen again, it doesn't make any sense and it's pretty boring.Therefore, he didn't even care much about the little tiger's love for him.But probably because, occasionally, that little tiger is too obedient.He will be a little bit patient with her.But looking back and thinking about it again, it was either obedient or stupid.After seeing off the last batch of guests with Mr. An, Qin Mo took off his small suit jacket and handed it to the blond butler standing next to him.The butler lowered his head and reported to the work: "Young master, Miss Jiu ate all the food, she should not be hungry anymore, don't worry."Qin Mo frowned when he heard that, "Since when did I care if she's hungry?"The blond butler gave a meal.Qin Mo's voice was very calm: "It's just because we are neighbors. It's not in accordance with the etiquette not to send something to such a lively party. What's more, Uncle Bo is an old friend of Grandpa's."The blond-haired butler gave two oh-oh-ohhs, looking at the little figure walking up the stairs, he thought to himself, are all the children in Huaxia so precocious?This aura is also a little too strong.However, China is really a country of etiquette.On their side, they never expected to deliver food to their little neighbors during the party...
