National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo had long expected the foreign guild to ask him about this aspect, and put down the knife and fork held in his hand: "Not a small wife, but after the thin Xiaojiu, I will raise it, and my grandfather can go to the family to talk. When she had no food to eat, she came over to eat here, and their family was always nobody."

"Well?" An old man listened to this and couldn't help but laugh. This has to raise a child for others, and he still does not recognize it.

He knows about his grandson.

There should be no feelings in that regard.

Let's talk a little bigger.

Probably I like the little tiger too much.

Like between loved ones.

At that time, Ann’s father was still unclear.

The young man in the mouth of Qin is really raising.

The two villains naturally piled up in a pile.

Thin tigers like to play games. Every time they come to settle down, they are wearing a set of small tiger pajamas and crawling up and down.

Occasionally an owl falls on the treetop.

Thin Tiger looks at Princess Qin, who is still playing chess with herself.

The round squats turned and went downstairs and went up the wall.

The young blonde butler stood below and whispered in English: "Miss Nine, you hurry up, it's too dangerous."

Thin nine did not listen.

The blonde butler really has no choice but to make a killer: "The young master is here."

The thin tiger first erected his ears, then looked down at the bottom. See no one, the corner of his mouth was awkward: "The housekeeper brother, you are skinny, where is the little princess."

Blonde Butler: ... Who is the skin! !

Thin nine is still tossing there.

As everyone knows, someone there has already seen a scene in his eyes.

After a slight sigh, he reached out and squeezed his eyebrows, and the cold little face brought helplessness.

Then I walked under the tree and stood tall and straight: "Go down."

The thin tiger had a back on his back and reached out and scratched his face, facing the master of the voice.

A month has passed.

I don't know if the milk of Qin Mo has played a role.

At this time, he was already taller than the thin nine.

Standing there, the momentum is also a lot stronger.

"Indifference, there is an owl here. I came up because it was too boring to stay in the tree. I want to bring it to the ground and bring it to play."

The blonde butler listened to the side, looked up and looked at the sky, such an excuse can come out, the owl said that this pot does not back!

Qin Mo has become accustomed to the skin of a little tiger, his hands stretched out, and his face was repeated coldly: "Go down."

Selling Meng did not succeed.

The thin tiger can only hold the tree and slide down.

Qin Mo hugged people, obviously the same size as their own children, when he was holding a thin nine, but like a big brother, probably because of temperament.

The butler wanted to help, and he was looked at by one of his eyes.

The young master who raised the child is really afraid.

Qin Mo took the leaves off the head of the little tiger, and the voice was very light: "Don't say that don't always climb the tree and over the wall."

"Uncontrollable." Thin nine is very honest.

Qin Mo paused and did not speak.

At this time, the blonde butler especially wants to know what his young master thinks.

To say who can make the young master helpless, in addition to Miss Nine, I can no longer find a second person.

These days, it’s just that Miss Nine has changed her teeth, and half of her face is a drum.

Their young master took the person from the thin house every day and watched her brush her teeth.

The blonde butler only wants to say that when his father raised him, he was not so careful.

Is this the cultural difference between the CCP and the West?

Even raising children is different?

Soon, when the young blonde butler knew other Eastern families, he understood the truth.

It is absolutely unique to raise a child like a young master!

For example, in the ordinary way, there will be no such dialogue.

Qin Mo: "Thin Xiaojiu."

Thin nine: "Well?"

Qin Mo: "Open your mouth."

Thin nine: "Indifferent, my teeth are not so painful, can you not take medicine?"

Qin Mo: "No."

Thin nine: "Then I can kiss you after I have finished the medicine."

Qin Mo: "Well."

Their young masters basically use the same color every day.

From the beginning, "Thin Xiaojiu, you will kiss me again, I will throw you out through the window."

By now, Miss Nine has done any intimate action on him.

When there is no one on the thin home.

Miss Nine will stay here.

Every time the young master takes care of each other.

As one of the parties, the thin tiger did not agree with this.

It is clear that she is taking care of the desert.

Indifferent to black, and do not like to thunder.

She slept aside, could hold him, and show her boyfriend.

For this.

After listening to William, he couldn’t help but open his mouth: "Nine, you want to know clearly, this time I took a photo of the rainforest. Are you really going to?"

How can the eastern little enchantress be afraid of black.

It must have been deceived by him again!

"Tropical rainforest?" The thin tiger bowed his head and licked his own keyboard: "Well, I will go back that day, I will go."

William immediately said: "On the outskirts, you can come back in four hours."

It was indeed four hours.

But when you take pictures, time is out of control.

In accordance with the usual practice, Qin Mo appeared in the thin house at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, taking home with Xiao Xiaojiu who had to complete the task every day.

I did not expect people to be absent.

The person in is Mr. Bo.

He seems to be planning to go out.

Wearing a black jacket with a hood and leather gloves on his hands.

Usually his image of eating soft rice does not match at all.

"Uncle Bo." It seems that regardless of what Mr. Bo is like, Qin Mo can maintain his courtesy.

After seeing the Qin Mo outside the door, Mr. Bo smiled with his hand on the door frame. How do you see how evil: "Come on the 9th? She is not here today, and she went out to play with William. Is it good-hearted?"

A desert in the desert, the voice is very light: "No."

“Hey?” Mr. Bo smirked and raised his eyebrows: “Then let me play outside for a while.”

Qin desert was careless.

Walked back to the villa around the small scarf.

I want to continue playing the checkers.

When I saw the small keyboard on the sofa, I was a little bit irritated.

It’s almost six o'clock.

The family is on time to open the meal.

An old man just stayed at home to eat a meal today. When he saw the position next to his grandson, he asked a question: "Nine?"

The young blonde butler squinted towards the old man.

An old man is still guessing the reason.

The grandson sitting opposite him opened his mouth: "Go out to play with others."

An old man is consciously not mistaken.

When his grandson was saying this, he was cold at the end.

I don't know if there is a reason for missing one person.

Even on a table of dishes, the atmosphere on the table did not rise.

The young blonde butler also noticed a small detail, and today’s young master’s appetite doesn’t seem to be very good...