"ah……"
Look, our little tiger is still very obedient, with its tiger teeth exposed and soft, just to facilitate people to pull out the thermometer.
It was when she opened her mouth that her almond-like tiger eyes were still staring at Qin Mo, as if she had something to say.
Qin Mo gave her a look, and her eyes were a little cold, as if she was saying, "You dare to speak again."
Bo Xiaohu felt that this was not right. The little princess was very hostile to her, and she was also puzzled.
Qin Mo ignored him, took out the thermometer and took a look: "The body temperature is normal."
Bo Jiu nodded when he heard this: "I don't have a fever anymore. My mother took me medicine in the morning."
Qin Mo heard her voice rustling, and after that, he coughed, probably because his head was a little big, and even his small shoulders were trembling.
Not having a fever means not getting sick?
Qin Mo was too lazy to say anything to this fool.
I opened a pack of medicine, took out one of the lozenges, and touched her with a slender finger.
"Aowoo!"
Bo Jiu has always refused everyone to come. Even if the medicine is a bit bitter, the medicine was given by the little princess and it is still delicious.
However, after Qin Mo frowned, he frowned fiercely, and then put the medicine on her hand: "Take it yourself."
He was really crazy, why did he feed her with his own hands just now?
Think about the reason, it must be because this little tiger was so angry that he lost his ability to think.
After sighing.
Qin Mo returned to the appearance of a young prince of Qing Dynasty.
He walked towards the window.
Then he reached out and closed the window, and then put two more locks on it.
While Bo Jiu was watching while holding the pills, he always felt that the little princess didn't want to lock the window, but wanted to throw her out through the window.
If possible, Qin Mo wanted to do this.
But for some reason, not only did she allow her to come down, but she also asked the butler to take the medicine box upstairs and feed her medicine with her.
I don’t know what these things will become in my grandfather’s ears.
Qin Mo's eyes moved and when he turned sideways, he saw the little tiger trying hard to take the pills and take five tablets in one breath.
Five pieces?
Qin Mo pressed the man's tiger claws with one hand: "Bai, Xiao, Jiu."
"Hmm?" Bo Jiu looked at him with a pair of eyes and seemed to suddenly become enlightened: "Momo, why do you always sigh? Since I came in, you have been sighing. Are you tired? Or is there something wrong? I tell you, what is important in being a human being is to be happy, and nothing else is important, touch your head."
Why does he always sigh?
Qin Mo watched the little paw appear on his head and rubbed it back and forth twice.
He told himself not to be skeptical about a sick person.
Besides, there is no doubt that she is a fool.
Qin Mo looked at her, his face not very good: "Have you touched enough?"
Bo Jiu shook his head: "No, Momo, your hair is so soft and touched, it's different from mine. Mine is too hard, so I'll tick your hands."
Qin Mo shouted: "Drink the medicine, and then go back to your house. Also, don't climb over the wall again in the future."
Bo Jiu paused, then lowered his eyes, picked up the small bowl, drank the medicine that the little princess had used for her, and then looked at the window next to her.
"Then I'll go out through the main entrance." Bo Jiu said, then jumped off the sofa, holding the keyboard in his hand, and said, "Momo, I'll come to you tomorrow."
Just plan to leave.
The more this happened, the more Qin Mo felt that the small coughing made him feel a little upset.
He said that he didn't like being taken for granted.
Because you need to respond to all your likes.
If you don’t respond, it’s your fault.
He is more resistant to these.
But this little tiger is not a little stupid.
I don’t know how to use this soft spot to threaten him when I’m sick.
He told her to leave, and she left.
It seems that she listens to whatever he says.
She didn't insist on making him respond because she liked him.
Instead, I wanted to give him something.
Qin Mo turned his head and wanted to read books and stop thinking about that fool.
It's just that he just made up his mind.
The voice of the young housekeeper came from the door that was not closed, which was a unique American emphasis: "Oh, Miss Jiu, are you going back? It's still snowing outside, and neither Mr. Bo and Mrs. Bo are at home. Now, the stove in the living room should be cold. So, wait a moment, get some charcoal down and go with you."
"Below?" After Bo Jiu heard this title, he raised his eyebrows.
The young housekeeper was a little shy: "Don't Chinese people all call themselves that? I just learned online novels, and there are translations and synchronous translations on them, so I can learn a lot of knowledge."
Bo Jiu is still young and doesn’t understand very much: “So you have to call yourself like this?”
"Yes!" The young butler looked affirmative.
This made Qin Mo's eyebrows frown into a ball, and he couldn't read much of the book anymore, so he simply reached out and his white and tender fingers pressed the young housekeeper's inside line again.
After seeing the call, the young butler still had a smile on his face, and his expression gradually changed: "Young Master? I'm here! Hum? Send Miss Jiu back to your room? OK, no problem!"
After hanging up the phone, the butler lowered his head and was a little confused: "Miss Jiu, the young master will let you sleep in his room tonight."
Bo Jiu was also confused, is such a good thing?
The young housekeeper has a lot of psychological activities.
After all, he watched the dinner, and so many ridiculous children were there, and he never saw their young master treat anyone special.
The cups that others have touched will definitely not be touched.
Not to mention food.
He is very gentlemanly, but he doesn't dance with others.
The young housekeeper even doubted whether this young master from China was reincarnated as mentioned in the novel, and his skeleton was so special!
Having the etiquette and alienation that he shouldn't have as young as him.
He has studied it.
The young master must have a cleanliness obsession and is not young.
Because every time the young master wipes his hands, he will be very careful.
Change your clothes three times a day.
The bathroom must be clean.
Even the shoes are spotless.
No one would disbelief of saying that he is an authentic little prince.
But the blonde butler was a little puzzled now.
Such a young master who is obsessed with cleanliness actually stays at home overnight.
Although it happened once yesterday.
But yesterday is different from today.
Yesterday was arranged by Chairman An, and the young master wrote cold resistance all over his body.
But today it was the young master who took the initiative to propose it!
Chapter completed!