Qin Mo raised his eyes just now.
The hand of the little tiger over there was already on his forehead.
Then, with a heavy frown between his brows, he didn't even shake his tail, and ran downstairs with a patter, and came back with a small medicine box in his hand.
Probably because he was too skinny at ordinary times, compared to Qin Mo, the little tiger always had injuries of various sizes.
Of course not heavy.
Usually it's because of climbing a wall or something, getting scratched on the face and hands.
Or toothache and stomach gas.
This is a problem that children often encounter.
The reason why Xiaohu Bo is so familiar with where An's small medicine box is is because every time she gets sick or injured, it is Qin Mo who feeds her medicine.
At first, Qin Mo didn't know what the little tiger was going to do, his head was a little dizzy, he shook for a while, and wanted to stand up and look for someone.
When he saw the little tiger appearing with the medicine box in his arms, he paused with his fingers.
The first time Bo Jiu took the medicine box, the second time he brought a large pot of hot water, and seriously began to give Qin Mo a cold medicine with his head down there, and then broke a few more medicines, a pair of tigers He looked at Qin Mo with very dark eyes.
That means let him take medicine.
the first time.
To be taken care of like this.
Qin Mo watched the little tiger run up and down, and finally brought a book over, turned a few pages, and said, "Momo, I don't know how to tell bedtime stories, or, let me make one up for you."
"Huh?" Qin Mo felt that it was rare to see someone lose his skin and know how to tell him a bedtime story, so the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
Seeing this, Little Tiger Bo lowered his eyes and kissed him on the cheek.
Qin Mo didn't set up defenses, and he didn't know whether it was because of a cold or something else, the back of his ears were red.
When he changed his mind, it was a certain little tiger who started to make up and tell stories.
The Bo family is familiar with Buddhism and the Bible.
These were originally two beliefs.
But it is not difficult to see from the speech of the little tiger.
So there was a story she told him.
With blood as a guide, the hell was emptied, and the three realms were shaken. That night, there were no ghosts on the 800-mile Huangquan Road, and there were only glowing and blooming mandalas. The road that was built was like calling for someone to go home. Seeing this, Avalokitesvara shed a tear, the bell of Leiyin Temple rose and fell from time to time, and the Buddha only recited Amitabha. "
At this point, Little Tiger Bo tilted his head, looking like he was waiting to be praised: "Momo, is this story good?"
"You should continue making it up." Qin Mo looked sideways at her.
Little Tiger Bo shook his tail: "Then I'll think about it again, and I'll tell you about it tomorrow. You should sleep well first, so that you can get better."
Qin Mo looked at this small face that was very close to him, and pinched it with his fingers: "Stupid, don't worry."
"Huh?" Little Tiger Bo blinked suspiciously.
The effect of Qin Mo's medicine came up, and when the little man was about to close his eyes, a voice drifted over: "Even if we grow up differently, I won't let anyone hurt you."
Little Tiger Bo heard this sentence.
A pair of tiger eyes are a little bright.
In fact, Bo Xiaohu more or less understood that ordinary people would definitely not be able to accept what she was going to do in the future.
She watched so many cartoons and movies.
The above are all saying that people in different worlds will never be together.
She asked Grandpa An that the little princess was a policeman at home.
No, no, it should be more powerful than the police.
Anyway, it was specifically to catch her.
She didn't want Momo to be the one who came to arrest her in the future.
And I don't want Mo Mo to hate her after knowing what she does.
So even the stories I made up revealed a kind of longing.
What made her happy was what he said.
Little Tiger Bo turned his head and looked at the little prince who was sleeping there. Does this count as being hers from now on