No. 1903 The Lost Little Prince

No response.

Could it be that he was too serious about the task?

Qin Mo thought that a little tiger might be wearing headphones.

He raised his eyes and looked at the balcony connecting the two houses.

He was wearing a down jacket and did something he had never done before.

He climbed over the wall like a little tiger.

Maybe they were not familiar with each other.

When people like Qin Mo climb over the wall, they always give people a feeling that their temperament is not in line with it.

This is what the young blond butler saw when he came back.

At first, he saw a small figure and thought that Miss Nine was being naughty again. He said hurriedly in English: "Oh no, Miss Nine, the young master will be back soon. If you do this, you will soon be... Young Master?!"

When the blond butler saw the cold little face, even the hair on his head was shocked. How could this be possible?

Everyone knows that their young master is a role model in terms of etiquette.

How could he do such a thing as climbing over the wall?

"What are you yelling about." Qin Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at him, his voice faint.

The blond housekeeper stood there in a suit: "No, nothing."

I really want Miss Nine to see what their young master looks like when he climbs over the wall.

What should I do if I want to laugh?

Qin Mo ignored him, stood on the balcony, and walked to the French window.

Through the French window, it can be clearly seen that there is no one inside.

Not only Uncle Bo and his friends are not there, but even a certain little tiger seems to be gone.

The room is not so messy anymore.

It was suddenly so clean, as if the owner had rarely come back.

Of course, Qin Mo at that time did not have the inhuman speculation ability after growing up, after all, he was still a child.

But the feeling is still right.

Qin Mo looked in a certain direction again through the French window. There should have been a little tiger sitting in that position, tapping on the keyboard with his little paws. He must have scratched his face from time to time because he could not roll up his sleeves, but he still looked like he was the most serious.

Or he would lie around and grab snacks to eat.

If he hadn't asked her to sit on the chair, she would always be naughty.

Qin Mo didn't expect that this room would be so empty without the little tiger crawling back and forth...

Downstairs, the blond butler looked at the little back standing on the balcony.

I don't understand why, from his angle, the young master's face seems a little lost?

Without waiting for him to see clearly.

Qin Mo slid down the wall over there.

What's going on with the Bo family recently?

I don't know if it's because I think too seriously about this problem, or if I don't have any experience climbing over the wall.

When Qin Mo came down, he accidentally scratched his hand.

The young blond butler exclaimed and ran over: "Young master, are you okay?"

"I just wiped my hand, what can happen, go back first." Qin Mo tilted his head and glanced at the back of his hand, his face was still calm.

He was still wearing that little black down jacket.

Qin Mo really didn't expect that a little tiger would be gone at this time.

It's not because of what grandpa said, he missed her.

How could he be so naive.

Qin Mo once again denied his grandfather's statement.

His eyes glanced behind him again.

He bought so many things for her.

He wanted to let her see them earlier.

That's why he didn't even go home and came directly to Bo's house.

Now it seems that he can only wait until the evening...

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