No. 1909 Qin Xiaomo

However.

No.

That night.

The lights in the Bo family were still dim.

Qin Mo took a box of expired pastries and put them aside.

The young blond housekeeper stood beside him.

Because he had been looking for someone, he didn't even take the newspaper in the mailbox.

The atmosphere in the An family has never been so low.

The young master hasn't eaten for two days.

The young blond housekeeper couldn't wait any longer and called Chairman An.

After hearing the news, Chairman An put down his work and planned to rush here.

But there was a large meeting on hand that couldn't be postponed.

So five days later.

Chairman An flew over.

During this period, he had a video call with his grandson.

He also understood that if he didn't fly over, something might really happen.

Qin Mo was still the same, and nothing could be seen from the surface.

Rather than saying that nothing could be seen, it would be better to say that there was something he refused to admit.

He had obviously noticed something, but he refused to admit it.

Children are almost like this.

Looking forward to grasping a certain hope.

Mr. An used to think that his grandson would not be like this.

But when he saw the grandson in front of him, he realized.

In front of the person he liked, he was no different from an ordinary child.

Five days passed.

All the New Year's goods that Qin Mo brought back for a little tiger were no longer edible.

He still remembered when he was going back to China.

The little tiger curled herself up and lay in his suitcase, with a pair of big tiger eyes, asking him if she could be checked back with him.

Why didn't I try harder at that time.

When Qin Mo asked himself, his lips turned pale.

After seeing his grandson, Mr. An first asked the kitchen to cook, and then he sighed and said, "I will try to contact your uncle Bo."

The return of his grandfather did give Qin Mo a little hope.

He was waiting all day.

When Mr. An called, the other side was not connected, so he could only pay someone to investigate, but nothing was found.

The only result was that the villa next door had left the account on him at some point.

When he knew this, Mr. An probably understood what was going on.

The Bo family was gone.

Something must have happened.

Even Mr. An, who had a close relationship with Mr. Bo, did not have the address of the castle.

So he could not find the Bo family.

How to explain to his grandson was a problem.

Mr. An had never thought that this would be the ending.

Since his grandson met Jiu, he had changed a lot.

Maybe he had changed too much.

So when he did not read a book but picked up a game controller to play games.

Mr. An even paused.

Because his grandson had his back to him, the small figure sat on the ground and put down the game controller in his hand.

His voice was still faint.

"Grandpa, I was wrong."

"I shouldn't be so proud."

"I knew she could only play with her little keyboard, play games, write programs, and didn't know the ways of the world, but I was still waiting for her to apologize to me."

"Grandpa, tell Uncle Bo that I know I was wrong, and ask him to return the little tiger. This time I will take good care of her. Even if she is naughty and wants to play with little William next door, I won't care about her. At most, I will break little William's legs."

"Grandpa, I was wrong."

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