Chapter 154 – Sending Fu Jiu to School (1 / 2)

After the morning wake-up incident.

Qin Mo’s mood was obviously not as good as last night’s, and a handsome face was written with the words Do Not Enter.

The pajamas on Fu Jiu had been changed into a school uniform, with silver hair, a light smile on his face, and a school bag on one shoulder, he looked both handsome and spirited.

That looks like a good night’s sleep.

The family seldom comes to people, now there are teenagers in, Auntie Zhang made four kinds of breakfast in one breath, fried steamed bread slices, doughnuts, small meat buns, and vegetable congee, smilingly let Fu Jiu eat a little more.

Fu Jiu naturally will not refuse this goodwill, eat very sweet, especially the fried steamed bread slices, the color of golden golden, when placed in the mouth of the outside crispy inside, delicious.

It’s just that Fu Jiu can’t eat a plate by herself, and the Great Spirit only drinks milk in the morning and looks at the business newspaper in his hand, apparently not wanting to eliminate it for her.

Fu Jiu couldn’t bear Auntie Zhang’s disappointment and simply put the remaining pieces in the packing box.

Auntie Zhang looked happy, “It’s still the ninth young master who has many friends, our young master never thought of bringing breakfast to his classmates.”

“It’s not that I have a lot of friends, it’s that my deskmate is nice to me.” Fu Jiu smiled and said, “I also want her to try Auntie Zhang’s handiwork.”

Auntie Zhang just loves to listen to the teenager talk, as soon as she saw Fu Jiu is going to school, and a little reluctant at the door that waved: “Remember to follow the young master to come next time, by then madam is also there, madam will surely like it when she sees the nine young masters.”

“Good.” Fu Jiu sat in the car and hooked his lips towards Auntie Zhang.

Qin Mo was sitting on the teenager’s side, his eyes indifferently swept over the extra box of fried steamed bread slices in the teenager’s hand, and only after half a second did he give an order to the driver with a cold voice: “Drive. “

“Yes, young master. “