No. 1905

Little Tiger Bo opened his eyes wide, with a serious look on his face: "I praise my little princess because she is so good. For example, she knows things that Dad doesn't know. Mom says that she has a bookish air, unlike Dad who can't pretend. Not only does she feed me, but she also tells me stories before going to bed and teaches me to write calligraphy. Dad, you can't write."

In the yard surrounded by a white fence, Mr. Bo threw the motorcycle into the yard casually, not like an adult: "Master Jiu, you are too much. What do you mean by pretending? I am a doctoral student after all. Understand?"

"I bought it." Little Tiger Bo sat on his neck, grabbed his hair, and tilted his eyes: "Dad, don't talk about this anymore. I also want to save face. After all, Mom always says that I look like you."

Mr. Bo yawned, and smiled evilly: "Is it not good to be like me? The little ice cube in the Qin family probably can't even climb over a wall. How boring."

Little Tiger Bo blinked: "Mo Mo will never do such a thing as climbing over a wall."

"Really." Mr. Bo tapped the black cut on his wrist, and a picture of a little ice cube climbing over a wall was projected from above.

There is a camera in front of the Bo family, which is why Mr. Bo can go out and do something without worry even if no one is at home.

It is because it can monitor in real time 24 hours a day.

After seeing the picture, Little Tiger Bo secretly made a decision that he must not let the little princess climb over the wall in the future. It is too dangerous.

Being interrupted by Mr. Bo.

Little Tiger Bo almost forgot to give her the amulet.

Fortunately, after changing into pajamas, she remembered it again and ran to the next room.

Mr. Bo was lying sideways on the sofa.

Little Tiger Bo knew that this was his father's habit. When his mother was not around, he liked to sleep like this, like a cheetah ready to get up at any time.

"Dad, this is for you and mom." Little Tiger Bo put the amulet in Mr. Bo's palm.

Mr. Bo raised his eyebrows and put it on directly. He was not superstitious, but the Bo family did have this kind of origin.

One thing was indeed true.

Jiu was too suitable to take over his job.

Even if this road was difficult to walk.

But it seemed to be like this.

Some people were born with what responsibilities you have to take on.

Mr. Bo half leaned on the sofa. If Jiu was the kind of sweet princess who knew nothing.

Maybe he would try his best to make her not know anything.

But their Jiu Ye had been interested in the small keyboard since he was a child, and he was very smart.

Most importantly, she liked it.

Mr. Bo stood up, his eyes were very deep.

It was because of this figure that Qin Mo gave up the idea of ​​sending the housekeeper to call Little Tiger Bo back.

There are adults in the Bo family.

It seemed that he had 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 notice his injury.

But she didn't.

Looking at the snacks brought back from China.

Qin Mo's eyes deepened, and he reached out to turn off the bedroom light.

He didn't want to deal with the wound, and he didn't even want to sleep.

Maybe it was because the jet lag hadn't been reversed yet.

Through the moonlight, you can still see that Qin Mo, lying on the bed, is like a little prince, and he doesn't seem to be unusual.

In fact, as early as when he reached out and couldn't touch a small heater, his eyes were open.

"Why did I come back so early?"

This thought appeared for a while, and it never stopped.

For some things, we hope it will develop like this.

But things are often unpredictable.

There are too many things that are unexpected.

At a young age, Qin Mo first knew what insomnia was, but due to family etiquette, he wouldn't turn over and over.

Just a pair of eyes, looking at the position next to him, a little tiger's likes may be different from his likes.

His love is to monopolize a person.

But she is not.

If that is the case, then everything is meaningless.

Obviously, according to his own personality, he should do this.

But when he wants to raise a little tiger too much, there is no problem of personality.

Since she is still young and does not understand the difference.

Then he will teach her slowly.

After thinking this through, Qin Mo decided to be cold to a little tiger tomorrow.

She is always disobedient.

Of course, if a little tiger takes the initiative to come to him to make peace tomorrow, he can't be too cold, let alone vent his anger, even if he really loses his mind after hearing what William said.

But as long as a little tiger takes the initiative to come to him to make peace, these are nothing.

The night gradually deepened.

Maybe no one thought of it at that time.

Some things are not done in time.

Maybe you will regret it later.

I don't know when, fog began to rise outside.

The suitcase that Mr. Bo brought over suddenly made a sound.

This made him, who was not asleep, suddenly open his eyes.

There is a tracking setting in it, and once the target is locked, it will make a sound.

Without wasting any time, the small suitcase was unlocked, and a screen appeared as soon as it was opened, with something like a keyboard underneath.

The slender white fingers just tapped on it twice.

The ordinary screen changed, and it was replaced with the most accurate locked route map.

After using the keyboard button to zoom in on the map.

The face that was always handsome and evil suddenly turned extremely pale.

Mr. Bo, who always had confidence in everything, was no longer lazy at this time. He didn't even wear a coat. He picked up the suitcase and rushed out the door.

Hearing the noise, Bo Xiaohu came out in a daze, rubbing his eyes and asked: "Dad, where are you going?"

It's not that Dad has never gone out at night.

It's just that he has never been so hurried, even his back exudes something that can be said.

Hearing Bo Xiaohu's voice, the slender figure paused, then turned around, freed one hand, and rubbed Bo Jiu's head: "I'm going to pick up Mrs. Bo."

"Mom?" Bo Xiaohu knew that his mother was on a business trip. Didn't she say she would be back in a few days? But it would be great if she could come back early, so that after Dad had a mother, he could be more restrained. With his mother by his side, he would not do anything too dangerous.

Little Bo Jiu will always remember that day.

Because it was on that day.

The Bo family has undergone earth-shaking changes.

It's very cold outside.

But Mr. Bo didn't seem to feel anything.

Even though he was riding a motorcycle and without any protection, his profile still showed no expression.

Those eyes seemed to be stained with endless black.

He never thought that the group of people would appear in that place.

The city where Mrs. Bo was on a business trip.

This couldn't be a coincidence.

There couldn't be such a coincidence!

When the old butler received the call from his master, it was in the early morning of the next day. He had never heard the voice of his master, which was cold and without any emotion: "Take Jiu back to the castle."

"Then Madam..." The old butler knew that his wife was on a business trip. The master once said that he would trick his wife back to the castle, and he also thought of a scene where he suddenly inherited some inheritance from his great-grandfather, and asked him to pretend to be a lawyer to talk.

Why did he change his mind now?

Mr. Bo stood on the street, with cars everywhere. The sky was not yet 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 gray 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 that something was wrong.

But now the most important thing is to carry out the task assigned by the master.

The fog is still there, vast and boundless.

Since Mr. Bo left, Bo Xiaohu has been sleeping on the sofa.

When she heard the noise downstairs, Bo Xiaohu's ears first stood up, and then she picked up the small keyboard next to her.

Thinking that some thief broke in, Bo Xiaohu was planning to activate some of the mechanisms she made herself.

After all, it was not yet light outside.

She didn't expect that she would see the housekeeper when she went downstairs.

The tail shook twice, and there was still a little confusion on the little face: "Grandpa Butler, why are you here?"

"Young Master." The old butler took a step forward, like a British gentleman: "Time is urgent, I must take you away immediately."

Bo Xiaohu suddenly became much more sober: "Now?"

"Now." The old butler looked around: "Young Master, take one or two of your clothes, not too much, there are all in the castle, I need to go to the basement to clean up some things."

Bo Xiaohu saw that Grandpa Butler went downstairs, and the rest of the things in the room were unchanged.

Except for the clothes on the ground that were burned by Grandpa Butler in a special way.

Bo Xiaohu took few things, the small keyboard was to be held in her arms, and the other was the posed photo placed in the bedroom before.

That was taken by Grandpa An for her and Mo Mo, although Mo Mo's face did not enter, there was only a pair of hands to take her down.

But Bo Xiaohu still treated it as a treasure, and kept holding it in her arms like that, and looked towards the An family again.

She wanted to wait until dawn before leaving, so that she could tell Mo Mo where she went.

The old housekeeper saw what his young master was thinking and lowered his voice: "Young master, it's not appropriate to let anyone know where we are going this time. After we settle down, the master will help you contact the An family."

Bo Xiaohu shook his tail, thought for a while, raised his head and said: "Grandpa housekeeper, do you have a pen and paper?"

When it comes to the young master, the old housekeeper will inevitably be soft-hearted. He knew what she was going to do, but he didn't stop her.

Looking at his young master lying there, writing incompetently, there were both Chinese and English in the letter, and the writing was not very good. People who didn't know her didn't even understand what she was expressing.

After all, Bo Xiaohu couldn't write Chinese characters, so he used drawings instead.

The old housekeeper only saw one sentence: "I will never be naughty again, Momo, don't be angry, I'm going to work hard to make money now, and I can buy you in the future."

The letter written with pits and pits was put into the mailbox together with a USB drive.

In the foggy early morning, a little tiger stood in front of the mailbox, with his ears drooping, and looked towards the room: "Grandpa housekeeper, do you think the little princess will write back to me?"

"Of course she will." Their young master is so cute, who can bear not to write back.

Little Tiger Bo was still a little reluctant, and after getting in the car, she leaned her head against the window and kept looking back.

She had thought about it countless times.

If only she hadn't quarreled with her little princess that time.

After the quarrel, they never saw each other again the next day.

Not even having the chance to apologize was probably the most regrettable thing.

She wanted to hug that person again.

Even after arriving at the castle, she dreamed of him holding her on a chair and brushing her teeth.

Because he was afraid of toothache, he controlled the amount of candy she ate. When she lost a tooth, she would snap her fingers when she smiled.

He didn't think she was ugly, and he gave her things to grind her teeth.

All these seemed to disappear with the dawn.

Because it was also at nine o'clock in the morning of that day.

Little Tiger Bo saw Mr. Bo returning in the castle.

However, there was only Dad.

She didn't see the shadow of her mother.

The dad who said he wanted to bring her back was alone.

At that time, Little Tiger Bo was still hazy. She thought her mother was too busy as usual and didn't come back with Dad.

Mr. Bo's hands were bleeding, his long legs supported the motorcycle, his black windbreaker was rustling in the wind, and when he took off his helmet, he gave people an indescribable darkness and fatigue.

The old housekeeper's worry was obvious. When he looked at Mr. Bo again, the light in his eyes was different from usual.

Bo Xiaohu hugged his small keyboard and called out, "Dad."

Mr. Bo seemed to have regained a bit of rationality. With a bloody face and a slender figure, he knelt on one knee and put his head on Bo Xiaohu's shoulder. His voice was a little hoarse: "Jiu Ye, I'm sorry, I'm afraid Dad will say something wrong this time."

What does "say something wrong" mean?

Bo Xiaohu didn't understand why she was crying. It was probably because she felt her father's slight tremor.

So strange.

Bo Xiaohu didn't ask where her mother was going.

She didn't dare to ask.

A little scared.

No, not a little.

Too scared.

She held the small keyboard in her arms and let her father lead her to a place.

She met many people.

She also saw her father's cold smile: "Send them to where they should go."

That was a kind of hatred.

Hatred that was difficult to offset.

It was also at that time that Bo Xiaohu understood a truth.

At the same time, she is most annoyed with a type of person.

Don't always stand on the moral high ground and ask people to forgive.

If you are not the person involved and don't understand what the person involved has experienced, just shut up.

When did people who destroyed other people's families and robbed other people's things have reason?

She will never forgive the person who took her things.

Some people harm others to pretend to be pitiful or black people everywhere.

Do you think he will feel that he is wrong?

No, they are just afraid that their image will be damaged.

Or they are complacent and talk about what they have done.

Heaven should be retribution by reincarnation.

Heaven will not execute this retribution for her.

Then she will do it herself!

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