National School Prince Is A Girl

seven o 'clock.

Generally this point.

The Qin desert will go out for a walk with a thin nine.

It is of course necessary to raise a little tiger to release the wind after dinner.

But today, Qin Mo did not go out, but sat in the study, holding a book in his hand.

After turning a few pages, I lifted it again and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

Eight o'clock.

If eight people can come back.

He will not pursue that she does not listen to him.

Qin Mo never felt that time was so long.

Seven o'clock, half past seven.

Eight o'clock. eight thirty.

He overthrew the previous settings and changed his mind to wait until the little tiger reached nine.

Nine o'clock,

The street lights outside the window are lit.

The Christmas tree is as beautiful as ever.

However, Qin Mo has no mood to appreciate.

After taking the book upstairs, the young butler looked at the small side face like the ice peak, and was scared by the hard life. He quickly took out his mobile phone and read a few pages of fantasy novels.

It started to rain outside.

The light of the thin house is still dark.

Xiao Ji still doesn't know that because of this incident, her little princess is angry. After returning home, she looks at the lights and does not open. She automatically goes to settle down.

She has not turned over the wall because there are too many obstacles outside.

Taking advantage of the mushrooms she dug in the jungle, she walked the main entrance.

Seeing that the thin nine appeared, the young butler quickly made people go upstairs.

When Qin Mo heard the sound, he was lying on the bed and didn't sleep, but the little face was obviously not a little bit colder than usual.

Thin nine went back to see the young butler, a pair of tiger eyes smashed.

The young butler signaled her past.

This point, in fact, do not need to indicate, thin nine also back.

She also brought back the mushrooms she picked.

"Indifferent, I brought you a present."

No one responded.

Thin Nine scratched his face, took another step forward, sat on the bed for a while, then ran into the bathroom.

When I came out again, I changed my little tiger pajamas, then poured a cup of milk, and took the tip of the book, "The Thousand and One Nights," on the tiptoe, and sent it to the hands of Qin Mo.

A pair of tiger eyes are round and black, which has always been direct: "Indifferent, are you angry?"

There is no such thing as Qin Mo.

After all, a little tiger always does not listen to him.

Upon seeing it, the thin nine shook the tiger's tail, and leaned over, and kissed the face of Qin Mo.

This also makes him not care for people?

The Qin desert turned its head and the sound was still light: "Is the rainforest so okay?"

How does the desert know where she went?

The thin little tiger first wondered, and then said: "It’s fun to play, it’s indifference."

After Qin Mo heard this sentence, the irritability in my heart was finally a little less, and carelessly: "I will tell you in advance to go out and tell me in advance, I will let the kitchen make a bean bag for you, all of which is wasted."

The thin little tiger heard the words, stunned, and his head was low.

Qin Mo continued: "I don't want you to play, but don't go to such a place next time, well, sleep."

I have to say that this thing in the city is definitely cultivated from an early age.

Master Qin Xiao now knows someone and can retreat.

The thin tiger originally began to review himself.

When I was carrying it, I saw that the Qin desert was a little lonely.

One reached out and hugged the other's waist, and earnestly vowed: "I will be indifferent when I go there."

Qin Mo first paused, and then "Hmm".

The thin tiger saw that his mood was not high and his feelings were even stronger.

I don’t know the Qin desert with her back to back, the coolness of the eyes has been scattered, and there are other things, sitting up from the bed.

The thin tiger thought that he was still angry with himself and followed him.

After a few steps, he found that he opened the drawer and took a packet of potato chips that had been prepared for her before.

"Indifferent, don't you not eat these things?"

Qin Mo opened at this time, very light voice: "You are not here, I am worried that you will be hungry, dinner did not eat."

When he said this sentence.

The young housekeeper happened to come in with the fruit plate.

Every night, the young master must feed Miss Nine to eat two fruits, because Miss Nine usually likes meat too much.

In the words of the young master, it is afraid that the child can't keep up with the vitamins and simply add it with fruits.

I just heard this sentence, my heart is not good, you said this is against your heart.

Miss Nine, but followed William to direct them out, how could they be hungry.

You are clearly because Miss Nine is going to play with others, not playing with you, and feeling bad to have no appetite.

However, as a qualified butler, even if he is young, he will not be able to say anything about it.

The thin tiger is born with a strong sense of substitution.

The round eyes looked out the window.

It was raining outside.

When she returned, she was thundering.

These are the things that the little princess doesn't like most.

Usually, I have to eat at home, and this little tiger knows.

The little princess did not eat because she even had dinner.

She played outside for a day.

The thin tiger was completely smashed, and two small claws were extended. He hugged the Qin desert standing at the table from behind, and the tail was still shaking: "Indifferent, I am wrong."

When I saw it, Qin Mo felt that it was almost the same. He directly said what he said in his heart: "Thin Xiaojiu, if you want to go out and play with others, don't play with me anymore, you know?"

"Know it, I will listen to it later." The thin tiger shook his tail again and said it was very serious.

The Qin Mo side came over and the fingers rolled her hair: "Forgive you this time."

The thin tiger nodded, in order to express that he was very embarrassed, did not use the Qin Mo reminder, took a shower in advance, scented out, lying next to him, with a pair of tiger eyes listening to Qin Mo to read her bedtime story.

have to say.

The method of Master Qin Xiao is very effective.

Because the next day, when William came over with basketball.

The thin tiger refused him decisively: "Don't go."

William’s original red face was full of expectations for today’s basketball court date. After all, he had already learned about the oriental little enchanting.

The other party does not like this sweating movement at all.

So it is impossible to go out with the nine.

Then he can be alone with the nine.

did not expect!

"Are we not making an appointment?" William's red hair was smashed.

Thin nine holding the small keyboard on her hand, like a decent saying: "I stayed indifferently at home yesterday, he didn't even eat rice, and he was afraid of black, I have to accompany him."

Afraid of black?

That little enchantress?

How can it be!

No.

He has to tear him down today!

"Nine, Qin, that guy can't be afraid..."

Just when William was going to make a bang.

The person he wanted to dismantle appeared.

A small black suit, hair has also been shaped, like a real little prince, Twilight glanced at him, and there was a sense of oppression in the Qing Dynasty.

William subconsciously rolled his throat a few times and swallowed it back.

wrong.

What is he afraid of!

Even if this little enchantress is a long man, he is still not strong.

He is not afraid at all!

I don't know why.

When William saw Qin Mo, he would think of the burger shop that day, the little enchanting behind him, letting people subconsciously want to escape.

When you think about it, only nine are so close to him.

Angelia, although they called this little enchanting prince, but can be seen, they are also a little scared when facing this little enchanting.

The Qin desert certainly noticed the dawn of the red-haired William.

The grandfather said that it is polite to treat the nuts.

This will show the etiquette of China for thousands of years.

Qin Mo does not have any rudeness to other people.

But there is one point.

A red hair always wants to abduct his little tiger when he is not there.

This account will be well calculated.

William looked at the man's eyes and opened his mouth with a faint voice: "What can't I do?"

"Afraid of black!" William was scalping, and he died all the time. It was better to say: "So big, boy, afraid of black, do you think it is possible?"

It is a pity that William has miscalculated the lack of shame of our young Master Qin.

"Everyone has fear." When Qin Mo said this sentence, it seemed to be a bit lonely: "As a boy, I don't want to be afraid of black, so I will be laughed at, but there is no way."

William: ... Wait a minute, how can there be such an operation!

The young butler who listened to the cause and effect, raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

He will never tell anyone that their young masters dare to go to the basement alone at night. Every time they look at ghost films, they are regarded as pseudo-scientific. They are more disdainful than adults.

So to say... I am afraid of black, absolutely installed.

Can be loaded so shameless.

It is estimated that only his young master.

After all, it works.

Because he has heard the words of Miss Nine.

"Indifferent, don't be afraid, I will accompany you in the future."

"William should want to go out and play."

"He still has a lot of children to accompany him, not to mention that he is so strong, completely fearless."

William said that he was very concerned.

that's it.

Since then.

The thin tiger has never played alone with anyone.

There are reasons for Qin desert.

Of course, there are reasons for her teeth change and toothache.

Speaking of this, the thin tigers have weakened their food intake because of toothache.

Qin Mo is really anxious. Every night I have to eat her for dinner. When I brush up my teeth in the morning, he makes the thin tiger stand next to him, and he will brush her.

So, in these ten days.

An old man can always see the scene of his grandchildren raising children in the morning.

Young blonde butlers no longer mention any differences between Chinese and foreign education.

He basically understands that the young master is raising the nine ladies as porcelain dolls.

Not just the details of life.

There are also young masters who are usually reading books.

Miss Nine will play her small keyboard next to her.

How good is the two children to the end.

It can be explained with a little bit.

In the past, the room of the young master must be no more than the bed, the bookshelf, the wardrobe, and no other things.

Ever since I met Miss Nine.

Snacks, lazy couches, a small toolbox and two laptops.

In the words of the young master, these are the toys of Miss Nine.

It’s just that the young butler didn’t think about it for a long time. How did the toolbox become a toy?

Of course, there are times when you are quiet.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Both children will be in the study.

Every time this time, time will always be particularly slow.

Qin Mo wore a white sweater, one hand pressed the rice paper on the wooden table, one hand was holding a brush across the hand of a thin tiger, and taught someone to read.

The sun shone in and shattered on the two children.

The young housekeeper looked around and was full of surprises.

He always knew that the young master was good.

Just such a gentle young master.

Probably only this time will see.

Rather than saying that the young master is like a prince with British blood, it is better to say that it is like a family member in ancient times.

Every move, like splashing ink, is self-contained.

If only he is, it may not be so unstoppable.

He was still standing in front of him with a thin tiger, the average big child, the taller one who taught the slightly lower one.

The thin tiger's tail was still swaying, and the tip of his nose was stained with ink. If he was deliberately clicked on, he would draw three more beards. The small model was serious and seemed to be doing much.

Probably it is interesting to see her.

The young master always squats inadvertently, and his mouth is shallow.

That moment.

The young blonde butler only remembered that he had learned a poem in Broad Eastern literature.

Yes, the ancient mysterious comprehension, the waste of firewood against the ancient online novels, is what he thinks is the broad Eastern literature.

One of the poems was written like this.

"Lang rides the bamboo horse and makes green plums around the bed."

This is probably the purest look of emotion.

It’s just like the average childhood.

This pair is still different.

Because it can be said that the knowledge and some of the habits that Xue Ji has learned from now are learned from the Qin desert.

The first word she wrote was taught by him.

The first ancient poem she recited was also taught by him.

Even the bedtime story is the first one to tell her.

Let her sleep, eat, drink medicine, and everything.

However, the thin nine is still leather. After all, the project of writing a brush is just a close-up appreciation of the beauty of the little princess.

"Indifference, your eyelashes are long, longer than mine." This is after four words, someone can't stand it.

The hand has stretched out and touched the cold, handsome face in front of me.

Qin Mo, a meal, knows that she can't change her problem with his hands and feet, but she didn't force it. She wrapped her neck around with a scarf and took the little tiger out of the door.

When the time is right, let the wind go.

It is ahead of schedule today.

After all, for half a month, someone is very embarrassed.

However, very quickly, this wind was interrupted.

"I said Jiuye, did you forget me as a dad? Well?" is Mr. Bo. He wears a doctoral student today. He has a white shirt, a tie, and a bridge on his nose. A pair of Phnom Penh glasses, holding a book in his hand, slightly biased, knocked on the top of the thin tiger's head.