National School Prince Is A Girl

In short, this day is a nightmare for him.

The root of the devil is this little tiger.

Since it is being seen.

Qin Mo did not care, and took a scarf and went out.

Because it is too embarrassing.

Xiaohua Jiuyi pulled her ear and explained it very seriously: "At the end, I never recognized people before, definitely because you are so good, and your name, it sounds very cute."

After Qin Mo has something, it is not as passive as in the bathtub.

Directly took the man's hand over.

With a low voice, her face was cold and she made a stroke in her little palm, and her strength was a bit heavy.

Only in the end also squandered the good calligraphy of Master Qin Xiao.

Because the man was stunned in the eyes of a pair of round tigers after he finished writing: "At the end, have you just written Chinese characters? It is much better."

Qin Mo finally knows that this little tiger is not only a fool or a small illiterate.

Pulling people, walking to the desk, just pull out a book, the pen is two words.

"Qin, desert."

His finger clicked on it, and the black hair was still dripping with water: "You remember to me, this is my name, and the desert is deserted."

"It's amazing!" The praise of Bo Jiu is sincere. The little princess is a little princess. The words are so beautiful. It turned out to be this desert.

I reached out and touched it. I had a lot of gestures. Fortunately, she remembered it well, and I could almost remember it after reading it again.

Qin Mo looked at the little tiger and reached for his name. I don't know why, the inexplicable finger, and then closed the book.

"Now you should know what is called men and women, so." Qin Mo reached out and pointed to the small sofa behind her: "Go there to sleep, don't run out."

Boji knows that he is a guest and must abide by the owner's wishes.

When I heard that Qin Mo said this, I ran back and threw myself on the sofa, and covered the small blanket with only a pair of eyes.

It turned out not the end.

It is indifferent.

Really male.

Such a good boy.

She has never seen it before.

But after the past.

Indifferent must not like her a little.

Think of this.

Thin nine involuntarily licked the little nose, and even a pair of small ears were somewhat squatting and sly.

Finally, the little tiger is no longer in trouble. Qin Mo originally wanted to turn off the lights and sleep. Usually, at this point, he should have been lying in bed and reading his "Little Prince".

But when he saw the little head with furry and steam.

Qin Mo suddenly stopped and thought about what he was thinking.

Later I told myself, forget it, can't go on like this.

He doesn't have the energy to manage others.

Slamming.

The lights went dark.

Thin Nine consciously did something wrong. He didn't say anything again, and he lay on the small sofa. Later, he didn't know how to fall asleep.

It’s the young Qin Xiao who didn’t know whether it’s because there’s more people in the house, or because he’s thinking about something else, or because he’s not only being kissed today, he’s being hugged, he’s being looked at. It is.

The ups and downs are endless.

So that he closed his eyes, and his mind appeared to be the sinful figure.

A little sleepless.

Qin Mo can only go beyond.

Just in that position, what you can see is a small group of people on the sofa. The little tigers that have not grown up seem to be so cute, but they can eat and eat.

Qin Mo looked at it, probably too tired.

The eyelids also sank.

I thought that he would dream of himself staying alone in the Qin family, except for the nanny and the adjutant, there is no scene of anyone.

After all, people at home are so busy.

It is normal for him to play alone.

What's more, now it is abroad.

Unexpectedly, this night, Qin Mo did not dream, perhaps physical strength and energy are used to prevent a little tiger, so this night, he slept very fragrant.

Snowy night.

Cold month.

The owl’s cry came from time to time.

This type of bird is rarely seen in China.

But abroad, it still exists.

It seems to be coming to the magic world.

Even the forest outside the window is clearly visible.

It’s always just right in the morning.

When the sun is shining.

Can light a lot.

The white European villa has a completely different atmosphere from the country.

This is probably the charm of humanity and architecture.

The streets here are especially clean.

The snow is also paved with a thick layer.

After a night of snow, I haven’t had time to clean it, and I’ll be squeaking when I step on it.

However, the snowmobile has arrived.

The driver also carries a furry hat, which is very suitable.

Qin Mo was awake when he heard the music of the snowmobile. He reached out and blocked the light coming in. Then he turned his head and the small sofa on the left hand side was no longer there.

Unexpected.

The little tiger would have been earlier than him.

Qin Mo picked up his eyebrows.

For the last night, he didn't want to recall it anymore.

Wearing a pajamas at home, I walked into the bathroom.

When he was brushing his teeth, when he saw the bathtub, his eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily.

Sometimes the memory is too good, not a happy thing.

He is thinking about whether or not to talk to his grandfather. He wants to change a room.

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

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

The little tiger next door, he would always see it if he didn't want to see it.

Seeing that face, even if I changed the room, I would think of it when I think about it.

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

Starting today, everything is back to normal.

Qin Mo thought of this, rubbed his mouth with a towel, even if he was young, but he had already seen his tutor.

After washing, he even changed himself to a suit and walked downstairs.

Before going downstairs, Qin Mo was already done, and he would see the preparation of the little tiger at the table.

After all, what she did yesterday, he has not forgotten.

Since it is risotto.

That meal is also awkward, and two meals are also awkward.

For breakfast, she should not miss it.

Just what Qin Mo did not think is that this time he judged the mistake.

There is no shadow of the little tiger in front of the table.

There is no such thing as a tea party.

Only the young housekeeper greeted the plate after seeing him down: "Master, are you awake? I prepared bread and steamed bread for breakfast. Which one do you want to eat?"

Qin Mo took a look at the other side and confirmed that without the little tiger, he casually said an option: "bread slices."