Bo Xiaohu's eyes were wide open, and he looked serious and looked very serious: "I praise my little princess because he is so good. For example, what my father doesn't know, he knows. His mother says he has a bookish spirit, unlike his father who can't even pretend. Not only does he feed me food, he also tells me stories before going to bed and teaches me to write calligraphy. Dad, you won't write."
In the yard surrounded by white fences, Mr. Bo threw the motorcycle into the yard casually, and it was not as scattered as an adult: "Mr. Jiu is too much. What does it mean to pretend? I am a doctoral student at least, understand?"
"I bought it." Bo Xiaohu sat on his neck, grabbed his hair, and lowered his eyes: "Dad, don't talk about this anymore. I want face too. After all, my mother always says that I look like you."
Mr. Bo yawned and smiled evilly: "It's not good for me? The little ice cube of Qin's family probably won't even be able to turn over a wall, so it's so boring."
Bo Xiao Laohu blinked: "Momo would not do anything like climbing over the wall."
"Is that right?" Mr. Bo clicked the black cut on his wrist, and projected from above, a small ice cube climbed over the wall.
There is a camera in front of the Bo family, which is why, even if there is no one at home, Mr. Bo can go out and do something with confidence.
It is because it can monitor in real time 24 hours a day.
After seeing the picture, Bo Xiaohu made a secret decision that he must not let the little princess overturn the wall in the future, which is too dangerous.
I was interrupted by Mr. Bo.
Bo Xiao Laohu almost forgot to give it to him.
Fortunately, after changing her pajamas, she remembered it again and ran to the next room.
Mr. Bo was lying horizontally on the sofa.
Bo Xiaohu knew that this was his father's habit. When his mother was not around, he liked to sleep like this, like a cheetah who was ready to get up at any time.
"Dad, I give this to you and mom." Bo Xiaohu put the amulet in Mr. Bo's palm.
Mr. Bo raised his eyebrows and put them on directly. He was not superstitious, but the Bo family did have this kind of origin.
One thing is indeed correct.
Jiu Tai is suitable for taking over his class.
Even this road is difficult to walk.
But it seems that's it.
Some people are destined to take on the responsibility you have to bear as soon as they are born.
Mr. Bo half leaned against the sofa, and Jiu was the sweet princess who knew nothing.
Maybe he would do his best to make her not know anything.
But their Ninth Master has been interested in small keyboards since he was a child and is very smart.
Most importantly, she likes it.
Mr. Bo stood up, his eyes dark.
It was because of this figure that Qin Mo gave up the idea of ​​sending the butler to call Bo Xiao Laohu back.
There is an adult in the Bo family.
It seems that he has no reason to worry about someone anymore.
Qin Mo turned his head and glanced at his hand.
He thought she would be the first to discover his injury.
But, not.
Look at the snacks brought back from China.
Qin Mo's eyes became deeper and he reached out to press the light in the bedroom.
I don’t want to deal with the wound and don’t even want to sleep.
Probably the jet lag hasn't reversed yet.
Through the moonlight, you can still see that Qin Mo was lying on the bed like a little prince, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
In fact, his eyes were opened when he reached out and couldn't touch a small stove.
"Why did I come back so early?"
This idea appeared for a while and never stopped again.
There are some things that we hope will develop in this way.
But things often become impermanent.
There are too many things that are not expected.
Qin Mo knew what insomnia was for the first time, but due to family tutoring etiquette, he would not turn it over and over again.
Just a pair of eyes, looking at the position next to him, the likes of a little tiger probably are different from his.
His favorite is to possess a person.
And she is not.
If so, nothing makes sense.
It is obvious that you should do this according to your own personality.
But when you want to raise a little tiger too much, there is no question of whether you have a personality or not.
Since she is still young, she doesn't understand what the difference is.
Then he will teach her slowly.
After thinking about this, Qin Mo decided to keep a little tiger colder tomorrow.
She is always disobedient.
Of course, if a little tiger comes to him tomorrow, he cannot be too cold, and he cannot take his anger. Even if he really loses his mind after hearing what William said.
But as long as a little tiger comes to him and reconcile, nothing is left.
The night gradually deepened.
Probably no one expected it at that time.
Some things are not done in time.
You may regret it later.
I don’t know when fog started to rise outside.
The suitcase that Mr. Bo brought over suddenly rang out.
This made him, who had not been asleep, suddenly open his eyes.
There is a tracking setting inside, and once the target is locked, a sound will be made.
Without delaying any time, the small suitcase unlocked and opened it to a screen, with something similar to a keyboard underneath.
The slender and fair fingers just knocked on them twice.
The ordinary and unconventional screen was replaced with the most accurate locking line map.
After using the keyboard buttons to enlarge the map.
The face, which had always been handsome and evil, suddenly turned pale.
Mr. Bo, who has always been sure of everything, no longer felt lazy and lazy at this time, and he didn't even wear a coat. He lifted up his suitcase and rushed out the door.
Bo Xiaohu, who heard the noise, walked out in a daze, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Dad, where are you going?"
Dad hasn't been out at night.
It was just like this, and even the back was emitting something that was said, never before.
Hearing Bo Xiaohu's voice, the slender figure paused for a moment, then turned around, freed a hand, rubbed Bo Jiu's head: "I'll go pick up Mrs. Bo."
"Mom?" Bo Xiaohu knew that his mother was on a business trip. Didn't he say he would come back a few days later? But it would be better to come back early. In this way, after his father had a mother, he would be a little more restrained. With his mother by his father's side, he would not do something too dangerous.
The little Bo Jiu will always remember that day.
Because it was that day.
The Bo family has undergone earth-shaking changes.
It was very cold outside.
But Mr. Bo doesn't seem to feel anything at all.
Even though he was riding a motorcycle without any defense, his side face still showed no expression.
Those eyes seemed to be stained with endless blackness.
He never expected that the group of people would appear in that place.
The city where Mrs. Bo is on a business trip.
This would not be a coincidence.
There is no such coincidence!
When the old butler received the call from his master, it was early the next morning. He had never heard the sound of his master, with a chill and no emotion at all: "Please take Jiu back to the castle."
"That lady..." The old housekeeper knew that his wife was on a business trip. The master once said that he wanted to trick his wife back to the castle, and he also thought about a scene where he suddenly inherited some inheritance from his grandfather, so he let him disguise himself as a lawyer to discuss.
Why have you changed your mind now?
Mr. Bo stood on the street, with cars everywhere. The sky was not completely bright, and sporadic lights filled the entire city.
It was also in such an early morning that a mysterious oriental man carrying a suitcase walked into the most famous dark area in the area.
The black windbreaker made him look like an Avenger crawling out of hell, cold and handsome: "I will take her back."
The old housekeeper realized something was wrong.
But now the most important thing is to perform the tasks assigned to him by the master.
The fog is still there, a vast area.
Since Mr. Bo left, Bo Xiaohu has been sleeping on the sofa.
After hearing the sound downstairs, Bo Xiaohu's ears first stood up, and then picked up the keyboard next to him.
I thought some thief broke in, but Bo Xiaohu planned to launch some mechanisms she made.
After all, it wasn't dawn outside yet.
Unexpectedly, after she went downstairs, she would see Grandpa, the housekeeper.
The tail shook twice at first, and the little face was a little puzzled: "Grandpa Butler, why are you here?"
"Young Master." The old housekeeper took a step forward, like a British gentleman: "Time is urgent, I must take you away immediately."
Bo Xiaohu suddenly woke up a lot: "Now?"
"Now." The old butler looked around and said, "Young master, you can bring one or two of your clothes, don't need too many, there are all in the castle. I need to go underground to clean up something."
When Bo Xiao Laohu saw that the butler's grandfather went downstairs, the rest of the things in the room did not change.
Except for the clothes underground, the housekeeper burned them in a special way.
Bo Xiaohu also has few things to hold, so he has to hold the keyboard in his arms, and the other is the pose photo placed in the bedroom before.
It was taken by Grandpa An for her and Momo. Although Momo's face did not enter the country, he only had a pair of hands that wanted to take her down.
But Bo Xiaohu still regarded it as a treasure, kept holding it in his arms like that, and looked at the An family again.
She wanted to wait until dawn before leaving, so that she could tell Momo where she went.
The old housekeeper saw his young master's thoughts and his voice lightly said: "Young master, the place we went this time is not suitable for anyone to know. After the settlement is settled, the master will help you contact the An family."
Bo Xiaohu shook his tail, thought for a while, raised his head and said, "Grandpa Butler, do you have any pen and paper?"
When dealing with the young master, the old housekeeper will inevitably be soft-hearted. He knows what she is going to do, but there is no way to stop him.
Seeing her young master lying there, writing inexperiencedly, the letter included Chinese and English, and her writing style was not very good. People who didn't know her didn't even understand what she was expressing.
After all, the Chinese characters that Bo Xiao Laohu can’t write are replaced by drawing.
The old butler only saw one sentence: "I will never be naughty again. Momo, don't be angry. I have to work hard to make money now and I can buy you in the future."
The letters written in the potholes were put into the mailbox together with a USB flash drive.
In the early morning of foggy, a little tiger stood in front of the mailbox, his ears drooping, and he looked in the direction of the room: "Grandpa Butler, do you think the little princess will reply to me?"
"It's definitely." The young master of their family is so cute, who can bear not to reply?
Bo Xiaohu was still a little reluctant to let it go. After getting into the car, he leaned his head against the window and kept looking back.
She has thought countless times.
If only she hadn't had a fight with her little princess that time.
After the quarrel, I never saw each other the next day.
It’s probably the most regrettable thing that doesn’t even have the chance to apologize.
She wanted to hug that person again.
Even after arriving at the castle, she dreamed of the scene where he hugged her in a chair and brushed her teeth.
Because she is afraid of her toothache, she controls the amount of candy she eats. When she loses her teeth, she will snap the little tiger with teeth missing when she smiles.
He didn't think she was ugly, and even gave her something to grind her teeth.
All of these seemed to disappear after dawn.
Because it was also at nine o'clock that morning.
Bo Xiao Laohu saw Mr. Bo returning in the castle.
But, only dad is the only one.
She didn't see her mother.
My dad, who said he wanted to take his mother back, was alone.
At that time, Bo Xiao Laohu was still in a daze. She thought her mother was as busy as usual and did not come back with her dad.
Mr. Bo's hands were bleeding, his long legs were supporting the motorcycle prisoner. His black windbreaker was blown by the wind. When he took off his helmet, he gave people an indescribable darkness and fatigue.
The old housekeeper's concern was obvious. When he looked at Mr. Bo again, the light in his eyes was different from usual.
Bo Xiao Laohu held his own keyboard and opened his mouth and shouted: "Dad."
Mr. Bo then seemed to have returned to a trace of reason, with a bloody face and a slender figure, kneeled on one knee, and pressed his head on Bo Xiaohu's shoulder, his voice a little sad: "Jiu Master, I'm sorry, I'm afraid my dad will make a mistake this time."
What does it mean to be absent?
Bo Xiao Laohu didn't understand why she cried, probably because she felt her dad's trembling slightly.
That's so strange.
Bo Xiao Laohu didn't ask where his mother was going.
She dared not ask.
A little scared.
No, not one.
I'm too scared.
She held the keyboard in her arms and let her father lead her to a place.
She met many people.
I also saw my father sneering coldly: "Send them to where they should go."
That's a kind of hatred.
An unforgettable hatred.
It was also at that time that Bo Xiaohu understood a truth.
At the same time, it is also the most annoying person.
Don’t always stand on the moral high ground and let others forgive you.
If you are not the party involved, shut up if you don’t understand what the party involved has experienced.
When will the people who destroy other people's families and steal other people's things still make sense?
She will never forgive the person who takes her things.
Some people have harmed others to pretend to be pitiful or black people everywhere.
Do you think he feels wrong?
Not, they are just afraid that their image will be damaged.
Or maybe he is proud and tells what he has done.
The way of heaven should be the retribution for reincarnation.
Heaven will not come to carry out this retribution for her.
Chapter completed!