Seven o 'clock.
Usually, at this hour.
Qin Mo would bring Bo Jiu out for a walk.
Raising a little tiger would definitely be followed by begging.
But today, Qin Mo didn't go out. Instead, he sat in the study room with a book in his hands.
After flipping a few pages, he looked up and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
Eight o 'clock.
If a certain someone came back at eight o 'clock.
He wouldn't pursue the fact that she didn't listen to him.
Qin Mo had never felt that time was so long.
Seven o 'clock, seven thirty.
Eight o 'clock, eight thirty.
He overturned the previous settings and changed his mind. He would wait for the little tiger to come back at nine o 'clock.
Nine o 'clock.
The street lights outside the window were lit up.
The Christmas tree was beautiful as usual.
But Qin Mo wasn't in the mood to admire it.
He took the book and went upstairs. The young butler looked at the cold little face and was shocked. He hurriedly took out his phone and read a few pages of a fantasy cultivation novel.
It started to rain outside.
The lights in the Bo family's house were still dark.
Bo Jiu didn't know that her little princess was angry because of this. When she returned home, she saw that the lights weren't turned on. She automatically walked towards the An family's house.
She didn't climb over the wall because there were too many obstacles outside.
She carried the mushrooms she had dug in the jungle and walked through the main door.
When he saw Bo Jiu, the young butler hurriedly asked her to go upstairs.
When Qin Mo heard the sound, he was lying on the bed. He wasn't asleep but his little face was obviously much colder than usual.
Bo Jiu turned and looked at the young butler. Her tiger eyes blinked.
The young butler signaled for her to go over.
Actually, he didn't need to signal for Bo Jiu to go over.
She even brought back the mushrooms she had plucked.
"Momo, I brought you a present."
No one replied.
Bo Jiu scratched her face and took a step forward. She sat by the bed for a while and then ran into the bathroom.
When she came out again, she had changed into her little tiger pajamas. Then she poured a glass of milk and tiptoed to take the Arabian Nights book from the bookshelf. She placed it beside Qin Mo's hand.
Her tiger eyes were round and black. She had always been straightforward. "Momo, are you angry?"
Qin Mo didn't have any intention to care about this person.
After all, a certain little tiger never listened to him.
Bo Jiu wagged her tiger tail and leaned forward, planting a kiss on his face.
How was he supposed to ignore her?
Qin Mo tilted his head, his voice still calm. "Is the tropical rainforest good?"
How did Momo know where she went?
Little Tiger Bo was puzzled for a moment. Then she said, "It's fun, but Momo isn't here."
When Qin Mo heard this, the frustration in his heart subsided a little. He said nonchalantly, "Next time you go out, tell me in advance. I got the kitchen to make bean buns for you. They were all wasted."
When Little Tiger Bo heard this, she felt guilty and lowered her head.
Qin Mo continued, "It's not that I'm not letting you play, but don't go so far next time. Alright, go to sleep."
It had to be said that shrewdness was something that was definitely cultivated from a young age.
Young Master Qin now knew how to support a certain someone. He could retreat in order to advance.
Little Tiger Bo had already started to reflect on herself.
When she glanced up, she saw Qin Mo's lonely back view.
One of them wrapped his arms around her waist and swore seriously, "In the future, I will bring Momo wherever I go."
Qin Mo paused for a moment before replying, "Mmh."
Little Tiger Bo saw that he wasn't in a good mood and felt even more guilty.
Unbeknownst to her, the coldness in Qin Mo's eyes had dissipated. He sat up on the bed with something else in his eyes.
Little Tiger Bo thought he was still angry with her and followed behind him.
After taking a few steps, she realized that he had opened the drawer and pulled out a bag of potato chips that he had prepared for her.
"Momo, don't you not eat these things?"
At this moment, Qin Mo spoke in a calm voice, "I was worried that you would be hungry when you weren't around, so I didn't eat dinner."
While he was saying these words.
The young butler happened to come in with a plate of fruits.
Every night, Young Master would feed Miss Jiu two mouthfuls of fruit because Miss Jiu loved to eat meat.
In Young Master's words, he was afraid that the child's vitamin intake could not keep up, so he simply used fruits to supplement.
Coincidentally, he heard this sentence and thought to himself, 'Young Master, you're going against your heart by saying this.'
Miss Jiu went out with Director William. How could she be hungry?
You obviously didn't have an appetite because Miss Jiu went to play with other people and didn't play with you.
However, as a qualified butler, even though he was young, he knew that he wouldn't say such things out loud.
However, Little Tiger Bo was born with a strong sense of empathy.
Her round eyes looked out of the window.
It was raining outside.
When she came back just now, there was even thunder.
These were the things that the little princess hated the most.
Little Tiger Bo knew that the An family ate their meals on time.
The little princess didn't even eat dinner because of her.
Yet, she played outside for the entire day.
Little Tiger Bo felt completely guilty. She stretched out her two little paws and hugged Qin Mo from behind. Her tail was still wagging. "Momo, I was wrong."
Seeing this, Qin Mo felt that it was about time and directly said what was on his mind. "Little Bo Jiu, if you want to go out and play with other people, don't play with me anymore, understand?"
"I understand. I will be obedient in the future." Little Tiger Bo wagged her tail again and said very seriously.
Qin Mo glanced over and curled her hair with his fingers. "I will forgive you this time."
Little Tiger Bo nodded. In order to show that she was very obedient, she didn't need Qin Mo to rush her. She took a shower in advance and came out smelling good. She lay at the side and listened to Qin Mo read her a bedtime story with her big tiger eyes.
It had to be said.
Young Master Qin's method was very effective.
Because the next day, when Little William carried the basketball over again, Little Tiger Bo rejected him decisively.
Little Tiger Bo rejected him decisively. "I'm not going."
Little William's little face was originally red. He was filled with anticipation for today's date on the basketball court. After all, he had already done his research on the little demon from the east.
The other party didn't like this kind of sweaty exercise.
Hence, it was impossible for him to go out with Jiu.
Then, he would be able to be alone with Jiu again.
He didn't expect this!
"Didn't we agree?" Little William's red hair drooped.
Bo Jiu hugged the little keyboard in her hands and said seriously, "Yesterday, I left Momo at home alone. He didn't even eat. Also, he is afraid of the dark. I have to accompany him."
Afraid of the dark?
That little demon from the east?
How was that possible!
No way.
He had to expose him today!
"Jiu, Qin wouldn't be afraid …"
Just as Little William was about to go all out.
The person he wanted to expose appeared.
He was wearing a small black suit and his hair was styled. He looked like a real little prince. He glanced at Little William. There was a sense of oppression amidst his nobility.
Little William subconsciously gulped a few times and swallowed his words back.
That wasn't right.
What was he afraid of?!
Even if this little demon had grown taller, he still wasn't as strong as him.
He didn't need to be afraid at all!
But he didn't know why.
When Little William saw Qin Mo, he would remember the day at the burger shop. The way this little demon had looked behind him. It made people want to run away after seeing him.
Thinking about it carefully, only Jiu was so close to him.
Although Angelia and the others called this little demon prince, it could be seen that they were a little afraid when they faced this little demon.
Of course, Qin Mo noticed the red-haired William's gaze.
Grandpa said that he had to be more polite to foreigners.
This would show the thousands of years of etiquette in China.
Indeed, Qin Mo wasn't impolite to others.
But there was one thing.
A certain red-haired man always wanted to abduct the little tiger he was raising when he wasn't around.
This debt had to be settled.
Little William looked at that person and narrowed his eyes. He said calmly, "What can't I do?"
"Afraid of the dark!" Little William braced himself. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well finish his sentence. "You're already so old and you're still a boy. Do you think it's possible for you to be afraid of the dark?"
It was a pity that Little William had underestimated Young Master Qin's shamelessness.
"Everyone has fear." When Qin Mo said this, he seemed a little lonely. "As a boy, I don't want to be afraid of the dark. I'll be laughed at. But I have no choice."
Little William: … Wait a minute, how could there be such a thing!
The young butler, who had been listening to the entire process, raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
He would never tell anyone that his young master dared to go to the basement alone at night. Every time he watched a horror movie, he treated it as pseudoscience. He was even more disdainful of ghosts and demons than adults.
So … he was definitely pretending to be afraid of the dark.
But he was acting so shamelessly.
Probably only his young master could do that.
After all, it was effective.
Because he had heard Miss Jiu's words.
"Momo, don't be afraid. I'll accompany you in the future."
"William probably wants to go out and play with you."
"He has many children accompanying him. Moreover, he's so strong. He's not afraid at all."
Little William felt his heart hurt.
Just like that.
From then on.
Little Tiger Bo never went out alone with anyone again.
It was because of Qin Mo.
Of course, it was also because of her toothache.
Speaking of this, Little Tiger Bo's appetite decreased because of her toothache.
Qin Mo was really anxious. Every day, he would coax her to eat during dinner. In the morning, when she woke up to brush her teeth, he would ask Little Tiger Bo to stand beside him and he would brush her teeth for her.
Thus, in these ten days, Li Tianlan's eyes lit up.
Grandpa An would always see the scene of his grandson raising a child in the morning.
The young golden-haired butler didn't mention the difference in education between China and China anymore.
He basically understood that his young master was raising Miss Jiu like a porcelain doll.
It wasn't just the details of life.
There was also the time when his young master was reading.
Miss Jiu would play with her little keyboard at the side.
How good were these two children?
It could be explained with one point.
In the past, other than a bed, a bookshelf, and a wardrobe, nothing else could be found in his young master's room.
Ever since he met Miss Jiu.
Snacks, a couch, a small toolbox, and two laptops.
In his young master's words, these were all Miss Jiu's toys.
But the young butler couldn't understand after thinking for a long time. How did a toolbox become a toy?
Of course, there were times when it was quiet.
Ten in the morning.
The two children would be in the study room.
Every time it was at this time, time would always pass very slowly.
Qin Mo wore a pure white sweater. One of his hands was pressed against the rice paper on the wooden table. His other hand was separated by Little Tiger Bo's hand. He held a brush and taught someone how to read, stroke by stroke.
The sunlight shone in and shone on the two children's bodies.
The young butler watched from the side. His eyes were filled with amazement.
He always knew that his young master was good looking.
But he was such a gentle young master.
This was probably the only time he would see it.
Rather than saying that his young master looked like a prince with British blood, it would be better to say that he looked like a young master from an ancient family.
His every move was like a splash of ink. It was naturally noble.
If it was just him, people might not be unable to shift their gazes away.
However, Little Tiger Bo was standing in front of him. They were children of the same age. The taller one was teaching the shorter one how to write.
Little Tiger Bo's tail was wagging. The tip of her nose was stained with ink. It seemed to have been purposely dotted there. She was just short of drawing three whiskers. She looked very serious as though she was completing a big task.
He probably found it interesting to see her like this.
His young master would always turn his gaze subconsciously. The corners of his lips would curl up slightly.
At that moment.
The young golden-haired butler thought of a poem he had learned in the vast Eastern literature.
That's right. Ancient fantasy cultivation. Wastrel's counterattack against ancient web novels. This was the vast Eastern literature he thought of.
There was a line in the poem that went like this.
"My husband came riding a bamboo horse, circling the bed to play with green plums."
This was probably the purest form of emotion.
But compared to normal childhood sweethearts …
There was a difference between this pair.
It could be said that the knowledge and part of Bo Jiu's lifestyle habits were learned from Qin Mo.
He was the one who taught her the first word she wrote.
He was also the one who taught her the first ancient poem she memorized.
He was even the first one to tell her a bedtime story.
He coaxed her to sleep, ate her, and drank her medicine.
However, Bo Jiu was still mischievous. After all, writing calligraphy was just a way for her to admire the little princess's beauty from a close distance.
"Momo, your eyelashes are so long. They are even longer than mine." This was a certain someone who couldn't control herself after writing these four words.
Her hand had already reached over and touched the cold and handsome little face in front of her.
Qin Mo paused. He knew that he couldn't change her habit of touching him. He didn't force her. He wrapped a scarf around her neck and brought the little tiger out of the door.
He had to take a breather at an appropriate time.
It was brought forward today.
After all, a certain someone had been very obedient for the past half a month.
But very quickly, this breather was interrupted.
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