National School Prince Is A Girl

At that time, Qin Mo, who was sitting at the table of the family, did not know what the little tiger he was raising was going through.

Just looking up at the clock hanging on the wall for the third time, I didn’t move the preserved egg lean porridge.

The young blonde butler is in a hurry.

After all, Chairman An said that he should take good care of the young master these two days.

Apart from the chef, there is only one person.

How can the young master not eat.

The blonde butler probably also knows that the young master is because of bad appetite.

Proposal in English: "Or, let's go to the thin house to see Miss Nine. After all, Mr. Bo did not have the habit of making breakfast."

Qin Mo turned his head and glanced at the blonde butler. The voice was faint: "Is those things related to me?"

The blonde butler didn't know what to say.

I thought this was over.

After a while.

The Qin desert stood up there, as if it was a little careless: "You sent me a snack from the snacks that I brought from China and today's preserved egg porridge."

The young butler wants to say that you are not saying that those things have nothing to do with you. In the end, it is not for me to deliver food.

Qin Mo thought, how can a little tiger not be jealous, he can not be hungry to each other, raising a child is like this.

I sent a butler to deliver the meal, sitting in the living room and taking a book, but the word could not stand.

Until the housekeeper came back, Qin Mo was lifted: "What did she say?"

The young blonde butler first screamed and put the things on the front.

The sight of Qin Mo has fallen.

Still, what he had given him before, it remained intact.

The eyebrows slowly screwed up.

The housekeeper looked at his handsome young man's face and became colder and colder. He quickly said: "Not Miss Nine confiscated, there is no one in the thin family."

nobody? So early?

Qin Mo said: "Know it," and the light fell on those things.

Even boxed pastries have a shelf life.

Pastries are what he is looking for.

Plus the time to fly over the plane.

The shackles of the Qin desert hang down, and there are still two days.

Forget it, wait until the evening to send another trip.

Even so.

On this day, Qin Mo did nothing.

It seems to be reading a book, and the whole day has passed, and the book has not been turned over.

Not to mention eating.

The blonde butler looked at the unmoving steak on the table and rushed around.

There is still no one on the side of the home.

It was hard to wait until dusk.

Their young masters, like the souls, stood up from the sofa and repacked those things: "You will send another trip."

"Yes." The blonde butler should be happy.

I came back in two minutes.

Qin Mo looked at the things in his hand, and the light was a little dark: "Is there still no one?"

"This is a bit late for Mr. Bo, and it should be played with Miss Nine. I will send it again at 10 o'clock in the evening." The young blonde butler is still too naive.

Qin Mo nodded and sat at the table. He just wanted to pick up the napkin, suddenly thought of something, and let it go.

He has not seen the little tiger for 24 hours.

With Uncle Bo, Uncle Bo will take her to eat.

As long as it is not the junk food, after her last meal, her little belly has been drums. After a long time, she is not uncomfortable, knowing to sleep well.

At that moment, Qin Mo thought a lot.

Wait a little longer.

Later, the little tiger will come over to find him...