Since there were people here, why didn't they come over?
Could it be that she didn't need to freeload today?
Or did he not smell the scent in the air?
A tiger like her.
He probably wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to freeload.
After realizing what he was thinking.
Qin Mo frowned.
It was really too boring to think of that little tiger who liked to hug people.
He turned his head and looked at his peers who were eating desserts.
Qin Mo had never liked socializing.
While the other children were making a fuss.
He loved restoring blocks and exploring basements.
When he was three years old, he didn't say a word for an entire day.
Because of this, his family was worried that he might have autism.
Perhaps the more sensitive and intelligent the child was, the smarter he was.
The easier it was to encounter such a situation.
It was from the beginning that he felt bored that he gradually lost his feelings.
This was related to the environment he grew up in, and it was also related to himself.
Qin Mo's nature was indifferent and he was too mature. The more he was like this, the tighter he wrapped himself up.
Grandpa An noticed this as well.
That was why he suggested to bring his grandson for a change of environment.
Children abroad should mature a little earlier. Perhaps he could find his little friends.
But when Grandpa An saw that his grandson was polite from start to finish, unlike the elegance he should have shown at his age, he knew that this arrangement wouldn't be very effective.
Usually, parties with children wouldn't last too long.
When Qin Mo followed his grandfather out to send them off, the lights in front of them were still on. His voice still carried the clarity of his age. "Grandfather, why isn't Uncle Bo here?"
The two of them were good friends.
If it was a banquet, the other party should have come.
Old Master An didn't expect his grandson to ask him this question. He turned and smiled. "Your Uncle Bo isn't back yet."
"She didn't come back?" Qin Mo frowned.
"Mmh," Grandpa An replied. "Little Bo Jiu seems to be the only one at home but her mother will be back at night. Your Uncle Bo will probably come with a gift tomorrow. He is a completely different person at night and in the day."
Qin Mo listened casually and glanced over. How old was the little tiger? How could he leave her alone at home?
However, he did not ask about this matter.
It was because he found it troublesome.
If he asked, Grandpa would definitely send someone to pick up the little tiger or think of something else.
Qin Mo thought about this and followed Grandpa An.
He returned to the house.
There was a huge difference between the temperature inside and outside.
The rest of them hadn't left yet.
In order to show his hospitality, Grandpa An even asked the chef to make a Chinese-style supper.
Stacks of bean buns, bowls of century egg and lean meat congee, and glutinous rice balls brought from China were just right for the children.
When Angelia saw this, her pair of blue eyes seemed to be lit up. She was very cute, and the other little radishes also surrounded her.
The young butler scooped a bowl of glutinous rice balls and handed it to Qin Mo.
He looked at the little prince in front of him, who was so noble that he didn't look like a real person. After receiving the bowl, he said in a flat voice, "Take two bean buns and a bowl of porridge in a thermos box. Send it to the neighbor."
Next door?
The young golden-haired butler immediately understood and went to do it.
Only then did Qin Mo lower his lids and chew on the glutinous dumplings.
The way he ate was so leisurely that the children next to him were all watching.
But Qin Mo didn't seem to mind.
He didn't explain his actions to the young butler either.
It was probably because there was only one child with the same bloodline as him here. It was inevitable that he would want to take care of her.
This situation wouldn't happen in China.
After all, there weren't any children at such a young age who would stay at home alone.
Except for him …
That was right.
The little tiger's situation was very similar to his.
They were all alone at home.
It was the same even at night.
When Qin Mo ate the first glutinous rice ball, he had already concealed most of the emotions in his eyes.
Grandpa was still greeting the guests. He probably wouldn't notice him.
That was good.
Because if grandpa found out that he had asked someone to send something to the little tiger next door.
Grandpa would definitely throw that person to him and tie him up.
That would be a huge problem for him.
And he hated trouble the most.
It was still snowing outside.
At the end of the banquet, the arrival of the Chinese-style supper reignited the enthusiasm of many children.
Basically, they were all praising Chinese cuisine.
The courtyard next door was much quieter.
Bo Jiu was indeed at home. She was hugging her little keyboard, lowering her head to drink her medicine. She coughed from time to time.
It wasn't very serious. She was still wearing the little tiger pajamas, and her face was abnormally red. Whenever she heard the sound of a car outside, she would run to the window and take a look. Her little tail wagged a few times, and then she would curl back into the sofa.
The phone on the table rang.
Bo Jiu didn't need to look to know who it was. When she picked up the phone, she nodded twice and emphasized, "Mom, I drank my medicine obediently."
When the person on the other side heard this, he smiled lightly. He wanted to fly back immediately but he could only deal with the matters here.
Bo Jiu was the one who suggested hanging up the phone.
But after hanging up the phone.
She hugged her little keyboard again.
She squatted there and agitated for a while.
Then she bit a piece of bread.
At the Bo family's side, the dining table was filled with prepared food.
They hired a long-term nanny.
But they preferred to cook for themselves.
Even if they were eating cooked noodles.
But today was an exception.
Mr. Bo wasn't back and Mrs. Bo was too busy.
She could only let the nanny prepare the things at home.
But Bo Jiu didn't like to let the nanny take care of her. Besides, her father still had some secrets at home.
Hence, early in the afternoon, Bo Jiu asked the nanny to go back.
She strolled around the room alone, dismantling the keyboard and so on. She usually did the same thing, so she didn't feel much.
She didn't know why today.
It was probably because it was too lively outside.
But she had a cold and couldn't go out.
Hence, she was really envious of those who could go to the little princess's house.
Thinking of this, Little Bo Jiu ran to the window and took a look. She coughed lightly and pouted her little mouth. Her ears drooped down.
After the golden-haired butler rang the doorbell, he saw such a little tiger opening the door.
He didn't understand what had happened.
But he was still as enthusiastic as ever.
"My beautiful lady, how can I help you?" The golden-haired butler wanted to make her happy so he made a playful expression. "I guess you will definitely like the things in my hands. They have captured many people's hearts."
As he spoke, he pushed the thermos box in his hands forward.
Bo Jiu took a look and her eyes lit up. "Bean paste bun."
"So this is called bean paste bun." The golden-haired butler chuckled. "Young Master asked me to send it over."
Young Master?
Little princess?
Bo Jiu was instantly revived. The little tiger's tail swept twice and she was very polite. "Please come in."
The golden-haired butler took off his hat and followed her in. He placed the thermos box on the table and the two of them chatted for a while.
Then, he left.
She looked at the bean paste bun and century egg lean meat porridge.
Bo Jiu reached out and tugged her little ears. Previously, she was worried that the little princess would be angry if she saw him naked.
But now, it seemed like that wasn't the case at all.
The little princess was really too considerate. He even asked the butler to send her a bean paste bun.
The more Bo Jiu thought about it, the bigger the smile on her face.
Even though she was still coughing, it didn't affect her at all.
After eating.
Bo Jiu thought about it seriously.
She had to thank the little princess personally.
She couldn't go like this.
It was too ostentatious.
When the sky got darker, she would go over after equipping herself.
Moreover, the little princess had already given her food. It wouldn't be right if she didn't give him a gift in return.
Bo Jiu looked at the little keyboard in her arms.
She had decided to give him her favorite toy.
Also, she had to tell the little princess in person.
She had seen him naked. She would take responsibility for this.
That was it. That was right!
Bo Jiu clenched her little fists at her reflection in the mirror. The smile on her face was a little mischievous.
At this moment, Qin Mo still didn't know that the biggest problem with him sending food over wasn't that Old Master An would ask.
Instead, it was that the little tiger that was being fed was getting restless again.
Qin Mo had never taken people saying that they liked him seriously.
That was because too many people said that they liked someone but it was just a way to express their feelings.
They wouldn't care about the person who had to bear the pain and would make their own decisions.
For example, in the past, there was a little girl who said that she liked him.
He didn't like her.
Then, the other party started crying, as if he had bullied her.
Qin Mo didn't have any opinions about that girl.
But at the same time, he didn't want such a thing to happen again. It was meaningless and very boring.
Hence, even when the little tiger said that she liked him, he didn't take it to heart.
But it was probably because the little tiger was too obedient occasionally.
That was why he had a little bit of patience towards her.
But when he thought about it again, she wasn't obedient but stupid.
After Qin Mo and Old Master An sent off the last batch of guests, he took off his little suit jacket and handed it to the golden-haired butler standing beside him.
The butler lowered his head and reported. "Young Master, Miss Jiu ate everything. She shouldn't be hungry anymore. Don't worry."
When Qin Mo heard this, he frowned. "When did I care about whether she was hungry or not?"
The golden-haired butler paused.
Qin Mo's voice was very calm. "It's just because they are neighbors. It's not polite if I don't send something over for such a lively gathering. Moreover, Uncle Bo is Grandfather's old friend."
The golden-haired butler nodded and looked at the little back view that was walking up the stairs. In his heart, he wondered if the children of China matured so early.
This aura was a little too strong.
However, China was really a country of etiquette.
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