Bo Jiu held the keyboard in his hand and said decently: "Yesterday I left Momo alone at home, and he didn't even eat. Also, he was afraid of the darkness, so I had to accompany him."

Afraid of the dark?

That little demon in the East?

How is that possible!

no.

He insisted on exposing him today!

"Jiu, that guy Qin cannot be afraid..."

Just when William was about to make a concerted effort.

The person he wanted to expose appeared.

He was wearing a small black suit and his hair was shaped like a real little prince. His eyes glanced at him, and Qingguizhong was still oppressive.

Little William rolled his throat a few times subconsciously and swallowed the words back.

wrong.

What is he afraid of!

Even if this little monster is now tall, he is still not as strong as him.

He doesn't have to be afraid at all!

But I don't know why.

When Little William saw Qin Mo, he would remember the way this little monster looked behind him at the hamburger restaurant that day, which made people subconsciously look at it and wanted to escape.

If you think about it carefully, it is only Jiu who is so close to him.

Although Angelia and the others called this little demon prince, it can be seen that they were also a little scared when facing this little demon.

Of course, Qin Mo noticed the red-haired William's eyes.

Grandpa said that you should be more polite to treat bad people.

This will demonstrate the etiquette of China for thousands of years.

Qin Mo really has nothing to be rude to others.

But there is one thing.

A certain red hair always wants to kidnap the little tiger he raised when he is away.

This account needs to be calculated carefully.

Little William narrowed his eyes at the man, and spoke in a faint voice: "What can I do?"

"Afraid of the dark!" Little William gritted his teeth. Anyway, he was dead. It would be better to finish saying: "It's so old, it's still a boy. I'm afraid of the darkness. Do you think it's possible?"

What a pity, little William misjudged our Young Master Qin's shamelessness.

"Everyone is afraid." Qin Mo seemed a little lonely when he said this: "As a boy, I don't want to be afraid of the dark, as I will be laughed at by others, but there is nothing I can do."

Little William:...Wait a minute, why does this operation happen?

The young housekeeper who listened to the cause and effect throughout the whole process raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

He would never tell anyone that their young master dared to go to the basement alone at night. Every time he watched a ghost movie, he would regard it as pseudoscience, and he was even more disdainful of monsters than adults.

So... I am definitely pretending if I am afraid of the dark.

It's so shameless.

It is probably only his young master.

After all, it works.

Because he had heard Miss Jiu's words.

"Momo, don't be afraid, I will be with you in the future."

"William should want to find you to go out."

"He has many children to accompany him, not to mention that he is so strong, so he is not afraid at all."

Little William said he was heartbroken.

that's all.

Since then.

Bo Xiao Laohu has never gone out alone with anyone else.

There is a reason for Qin Mo.

Of course, there are also the reasons why she changed her teeth and had toothache.

Speaking of this, Bo Xiaohu's appetite has weakened due to toothache.

Qin Mo was really anxious. He had to coax her to eat dinner every day. When he woke up in the morning to brush his teeth, he would let Bo Xiaohu stand beside him and he would brush her.

So, during these ten days.

Mr. An always sees the scene of his grandson raising children in the morning.

The young blonde butler no longer mentions any differences in education between China and foreign countries.

He basically understood that the young master was raising Miss Nine as a porcelain doll.

Not just the details of life.

There is also the young master who usually reads books.

Miss Jiu will play with her keyboard next to her.

How good are the two children?

It can be explained with a little bit.

In the past, the young master's room must have never found anything other than the bed, bookshelf, and wardrobe.

Since I met Miss Jiu.

Snacks, lazy sofas, a small toolbox and two laptops.

In the words of the young master, these are Miss Jiu’s toys.

But the young butler thought for a long time but couldn't figure out how a toolbox became a toy?

Of course, there are times when you get quiet.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Both children will be in the study.

At this time, time will always pass very slowly.

Qin Mo was wearing a pure white sweater, pressing the rice paper on the wooden table with one hand, and holding a brush through the thin tiger's hand, teaching someone to read with strokes.

The sun shone in and hit the two children in small pieces.

The young housekeeper watched from the side, his eyes full of stunning.

He has always known that the young master is good.

Just such a gentle young master.

It's probably only then that I'll see it.

Rather than saying that the young master looks like a prince with British blood, he is more like a prince from an ancient family.

Every move is like splashing ink, making it a natural noble.

If he were the only one, it might not be so unrestrained.

But there was a thin little tiger standing in front of him, an average older child, the taller one teaching the slightly lower one writing.

The little tiger's tail was still shaking, and the tip of its nose was stained with ink, as if it had been deliberately lit up, and it was almost like drawing three more beards. The little model was serious, as if she was completing a big deal.

Maybe it's interesting to see her like this.

The young master would always turn his eyes inadvertently and curl up the corners of his mouth.

That moment.

The young blonde housekeeper only remembered a poem he learned in the vast oriental literature.

That's right, ancient fantasy cultivation and wasteful fight against ancient online novels are what he thinks are the vast oriental literature.

There is a line in that poem written like this.

"The man comes riding a bamboo horse and surrounds the bed to make green plums."

This is probably the purest form of emotion.

It's just like an ordinary childhood sweetheart.

There is still a difference between this pair.
To be continued...