When two people are together, time will always pass very quickly.
Bo Xiao Laohu fell asleep against Qin Mo's head.
When I woke up, it was already late at night, and then I remembered that people who were sick had to eat more.
There was no one at home, so Bo Xiaohu volunteered to cook a bowl of noodles. I don’t know if it was because of the heavy color or the reason for the seasoning pack.
Qin Mo not only did not heal after taking it, but also suffered from enteritis.
Later, the doctor explained the reason. When you have a cold, the digestive system is weak, and the instant noodles seasoning pack is too greasy, so it is not surprising that this will happen.
But Bo Xiaohu felt very guilty and climbed in at night to ask Qin Mo to forgive her.
Qin Mo had no strength at all at that time, so he simply said: "Come up."
After the little tiger climbed up, he reached out and hugged the person, soft and soft, causing the corners of his mouth to rise a little: "Bo Xiaojiu, are you a fool?"
"No." Bo Xiaohu said seriously: "But Momo, this seems to be the first time you took the initiative to hug me. Should I celebrate it? Then would you let me sell you?"
Qin Mo turned his eyes: "I'm very expensive."
"I will work hard to make money." Bo Xiaohu clenched his fists.
Qin Mo held someone's fist and said, "When you are eighteen years old, I will tell you if you want to sell it to you..."
"Eighteen years old..." Bo Xiaohu counted with his fingers, and it was still a long time later: "Can't you agree now?"
Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "No."
"Okay, I'm eighteen years old, and I will definitely be taller at that time. Then I'll be like my mother, wearing a suit to find you." The more Bo Jiu said, the more he felt that there was no place to be comfortable.
Qin Mo's eyebrows slightly twisted: "Suit? Shouldn't you wear a skirt?"
"No, the domineering presidents in the movie are all wearing suits." Bo Xiaohu said and yawned, putting his little head on Qin Mo's shoulder, like a real little tiger, and his tail shook twice: "Momo, I'm sleepy."
This is asking Qin Mo to coax her.
Some habits are probably really developed.
Before he met Qin Mo, Bo Jiu would never let anyone coax him to sleep.
But now when he gets wilted, he will put his little head on Qin Mo's shoulder.
And Qin Mo would always pat her back without a word, and said something cold and nicely, just to let her sleep.
There are not many days before the Spring Festival.
No matter what, Old Master An wants to go back to the country, so does Qin Mo.
After hearing the news, Bo Xiaohu went to Qin Mo's little panda suitcase: "Momo, I will treat it as checked luggage, you can take me away together."
It’s not that I didn’t think about taking a little tiger with me.
Qin Mo went to ask, but Mr. Bo, who was used to being lazy, did not agree. He smiled and only gave him two words: "No."
It was also on that day that Qin Mo smelled the bloody smell of this adult. Even when he was wearing a windbreaker, the smell was faintly visible, but just before Aunt Bo came back, he went into the bathroom.
Qin Mo is a child who can pretend to be good, and he or she has high IQ probably looks like this.
He left a medicine box at Bo's house and said nothing.
It was just that Qin Mo couldn't take the little tiger he raised to go away, and he felt bad, especially when he was about to get on the bus, looking at someone's round tiger eyes.
Qin Mo couldn't help pinching her face: "I'll be back soon. At most, I'll stay at home until New Year's Eve. When I'm not around, listen carefully to Uncle Bo, don't always climb the wall. You can't eat too much candy I give you. When you're hungry, use the key I give you to enter the house. The small snack cabinet is stuffed with you. There are ready-made beef cans, eat less instant noodles. You have the number at home. If you have something, call me and don't be shy."
Bo Xiaohu nodded in his arms, holding the keyboard, counting the time in his heart.
Three days are not too long, within a range that can be tolerated.
even so.
Wait until the car is about to drive.
Bo Xiao Laohu's hand still did not release Qin Mo's sleeve.
But what stunned Mr. An was not Bo Xiaohu's actions.
But his grandson obviously didn't want to leave.
This is a completely different attitude from when he first arrived in this place.
The most surprising thing is.
When the car actually drove.
His grandson began to become absent-minded.
From boarding the plane to take off and then to landing.
My grandson's face never showed any smile.
It was not until he picked up his cell phone and made a cross-border phone call that he was a little warm.
There was no WeChat at that time.
Not as convenient as it is now.
If you want videos, you can use a computer.
But the Chinese New Year is approaching.
Even children will be very busy.
In addition, there is a time difference between the two.
As soon as Qin Mo returned to the military compound, he was surrounded by children and could not find time to call.
When he finished his relatives and picked up the phone, he realized that the time was wrong.
The most important thing is that I originally booked to go back after New Year's Eve.
Because An suddenly had a major event to deal with.
So the deadline for going back was extended like this.
Fortunately, Qin Mo's time was gone, and he was able to cooperate with a little tiger's time to make a call.
No one answered there.
Bo Jiu is not at home.
Instead, he followed Mr. Bo to university.
This time I wasn't cute.
Although it looks very similar.
Bo Jiu was still wearing her little old axe pajamas.
But Mr. Bo did not have this purpose, otherwise he would not have brought his daughter to school during such a time.
Something happened to the hacking world.
This is not the first time.
It has never been peaceful, and it is the life he chose.
But in terms of privacy, there has never been such a big omission like this time.
Some people will know him sooner or later.
Mr. Bo was not worried about these things before.
But now it's different.
The one lying under his desk, plus the woman in the building opposite him,
They are all his life gates.
Although he had issued a call and was waiting for the butler to come.
But this means that Jiu will never have any choice again.
Mr. Bo raised his eyes, looked at the English on the blackboard, supported his chin with one hand, and asked casually: "Jiu, do you like what we do now?"
"I like it." Bo Xiaohu leaned against the corner of the table and did not speak, but typed three words on the keyboard.
Mr. Bo turned his head and his eyes were slightly darker: "That's good."
The most important thing now is to get Jiuzhan well.
As for his words, please draw those people away first.
It can't be true, let them find out something.
You have to think about moving back to the castle...
Chapter completed!