Bo Xiaohu's eyes were wide open, and he looked serious: "I praise my little princess because he is so good, such as things that my father doesn't know, he knows everything, and my mother says that he has a bookish atmosphere, unlike my father who can't pretend to be able to pretend, not only feed me, but also tell me stories before going to bed, teach me to write calligraphy, Dad, you can't write." ” In the yard surrounded by a white picket fence, Mr.
Bo casually threw the locomotive into the yard, not like an adult: "The ninth master is too much, what is pretending, I am also a doctoral student, understand" "Bought."
Bo Xiaohu sat on his neck, grabbed his hair, and lowered his eyes: "Don't talk about this matter anymore, Dad, I also want to save face, after all, my mother has always said that I am like you." ” Mr.
Bo yawned, and the corner of his mouth smiled evilly: "Like the Xiaoice block of the Qin family that I am not good, it is estimated that I will not even be able to turn over a wall, how boring." ” Bo Xiaohu's eyes blinked: "Mo Mo will not do such a thing as going over the wall." ” "Yes."
Mr.
Bo clicked on the black cut on his wrist, and from above, a picture of a certain Xiaoice block climbing over the wall.
There is a camera in front of Bo's house, 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 be monitored 24 hours a day, in real time.
After Bo Xiaohu saw that picture, he secretly made a decision, he must not let the little princess climb over the wall in the future, it is too dangerous. was interrupted by Mr.
Bo like this.
The amulet of the thin little tiger almost forgot to send.
Fortunately, after changing her pajamas, she remembered again and ran to the next room.
Mr.
Bo was lying on the sofa.
Bo Xiaohu knows that this is his father's habit, and when his mother is away, he likes to sleep like this, like a cheetah ready to get up at any time.
"Dad, this is for you and Mommy."
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 true.
Mrs.
Nine is suitable to take over his class.
Even if it's a difficult path.
But it seems like that's it.
Some people are born with a predestined responsibility for you.
Mr.
Bo half-leaned on the sofa, if Nine was the kind of sweet princess who didn't know anything.
Maybe he'll do his best to keep her from knowing whatever.
But their ninth master has been interested in the keyboard since he was a child, and he is very smart.
Most of all, she loved it.
Mr.
Bo stood up, his eyes dark.
It was because of this figure that Qin Mo dispelled the idea of sending a housekeeper to call Bo Xiaohu back.
There are adults in the Bo family.
It was as if 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 injuries.
But no.
Look at those snacks brought back from home.
Qin Mo's eyes deepened, and he stretched out his hand to extinguish the light in the bedroom.
I don't want to deal with the wound, I don't even want to sleep.
Probably the jet lag hasn't been reversed yet.
Through the moonlight, you can also see that Qin Mo lying on the bed is like a little prince, and he doesn't seem to be unusual.
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In fact, his eyes were open when he reached out and couldn't touch a small stove.
"Why the hell did I come back so early?"
The idea came to me for a moment and never stopped.
There are some things that we want it to do that way.
But things are often impermanent.
There are so many things that are not expected.
For the first time, Qin Mo knew what insomnia was, but because of the etiquette of the tutor, he would not turn it over and over again.
It's just a pair of eyes, looking at the position next to him, and the likes of a certain little tiger are probably different from his.
His liking is to monopolize one person.
And she's not.
If that's the case, then there's no point in everything.
Obviously, according to your own character, you should do this.
But when I want to raise a tiger cub too much, there is no question of personality or dispersonality.
Since she was too young, she didn't understand the difference.
Then he taught her slowly.
After figuring this out, Qin Mo decided to chill a certain little tiger a little first tomorrow.
She was always disobedient.
Of course, if a certain active little tiger came to reconcile with him tomorrow, he couldn't be too cold, let alone angry, even if he really lost his mind a little after hearing what William said.
But as long as a certain little tiger takes the initiative to come to him and reconcile, none of this is anything.
The night gradually deepened.
It was probably at that time that no one thought of it.
Some things are not done in time.
You may regret it later.
I don't know when, but the fog started outside.
The suitcase that Mr.
Bo had brought over suddenly rang out.
This made him, who had not fallen asleep in the first place, suddenly open his eyes.
There's a tracking setting in there, and once you lock on to a target, it makes a sound.
Without the slightest delay, the small suitcase was unlocked, and as soon as it was opened, it was a screen with something similar to a keyboard underneath.
The slender white fingers only tapped on it twice.
The usual screen was replaced, and it was replaced with the most accurate locked route map.
Use the keyboard buttons to zoom in on the map.
The face that had always been handsome and evil suddenly turned extremely white.
Mr.
Bo, who has always been sure of everything, no longer has the laziness of being a hanger at this time, and he didn't even wear a coat, picked up his suitcase, and swept towards the door.
Hearing the noise, the little tiger walked out in a daze, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Dad, where are you going?"
It's not like Dad hasn't gone out at night.
It's just that in such a hurry, even the back exudes something that has been spoken, and it has never been.
Hearing Bo Xiaohu's voice, the slender figure paused, then turned around, took out a free hand, and rubbed Bo Jiu's head: "I'll pick up Mrs.
Bo." ” "Mom" Bo Xiaohu knew that his mother was on a business trip, didn't he say that he would come back in a few days, but it would be better to come back early, so that after his father had his mother, he would be able to restrain himself a little, and with his mother by his father's side, he would not do anything too dangerous.
Little Bo Jiu will always remember that day.
Because it was that day.
The Bo family has undergone earth-shaking changes.
It's cold outside.
But Mr.
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Bo didn't seem to feel the slightest.
Even though he was riding a motorcycle and didn't wear any defenses, his side face still didn't show the slightest expression.
Those eyes seemed to be dyed with endless black.
He never imagined that the group of people would appear in that place.
The city where Mrs.
Bo traveled on business.
This will not be a coincidence.
There can be no such coincidence When the old housekeeper received the master's call, it was in the early morning of the next day, and he had never heard the master's voice like that, with a coolness, without the slightest emotion: "You take Jiu back to the castle." ” "That lady" The old housekeeper knew that his wife was on a business trip, and the master once said that he wanted to trick his wife back to the castle, and also thought of a drama about what kind of grandfather's inheritance he suddenly inherited, and asked him to disguise himself as a lawyer to talk.
How can I change my mind now Mr.
Bo stood on the street, full of cars, the sky was not yet fully bright, and sporadic lights filled the whole city.
It was also in the early hours of the morning that a mysterious Oriental man with a suitcase walked into the most famous gray area in the area.
The black trench coat made him look like an avenger crawling out of hell, cold and handsome: "I'll take her back." ” The old butler realized that something was wrong.
But now the most important thing is to carry out the task assigned to him by the master.
The fog is still there, in the middle of nowhere.
Since Mr.
Bo left, Bo Xiaohu has been sleeping on the sofa.
After hearing the sound downstairs, Bo Xiaohu's ears first pricked up, and then picked up the small keyboard next to him.
I thought that some thieves had broken in, and Bo Xiaohu also planned to activate some mechanisms of her own making.
After all, it's not dawn yet.
I didn't expect that when she went downstairs, she would see the housekeeper's grandfather.
The tail first wagged twice, and the little face was still a little puzzled: "Grandpa housekeeper, why are you here?"
"Young master."
The old butler took a step forward, like an English gentleman: "Time is urgent, I must take you away at once." ” Bo Xiaohu suddenly sobered up a lot: "Is it now?"
"Now."
The old butler looked around: "Young master, you go and bring one or two of your clothes, you don't need too many, there are all over the castle, I need to go underground to clean up things." ” Bo Xiaohu saw that the housekeeper's grandfather went downstairs, and the rest of the things in the room had not changed.
Except for the underground, those clothes were burned in a special way by the housekeeper's grandfather.
The thin little tiger also has fewer things, the small keyboard is to be held in his arms, and the other is the pose that was placed in the bedroom before.
It was taken by Grandpa An for her and Mo Mo, although Mo Mo's face did not enter the country, only a pair of hands to take her down.
But Bo Xiaohu still regarded it as a baby, held it in his arms like that, and glanced at An's side again.
She wanted to wait until dawn before leaving, so she could tell Mo Mo where she had gone.
The old housekeeper saw his young master's thoughts, and his voice was soft: "Young master, the place we are going to this time is not suitable for anyone to know, and when you 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?"
” Dealing with the young master, the old housekeeper will inevitably be soft-hearted, and he knows what she wants to do, and he does not stop her.
Looking at her little young master lying there, not very skilled in writing, the letter has Chinese and English, the writing is not very good, people who don't know her don't even understand what she is expressing.
After all, Bo Xiaohu couldn't write Chinese characters, so he replaced them with paintings.
The old housekeeper only saw one sentence: "I will never be skinny again, don't be angry with you indifferently, I have to work hard to make money now, and I can buy you in the future." ” The letter, which had been written in a pothole, was placed in the mailbox along with a USB stick.
In the foggy early morning, a little tiger stood in front of the mailbox like that, with drooping ears, and glanced in the direction of the room: "Grandpa housekeeper, do you say that the little princess will reply to me?"
"Definitely."
The young master of their family is so cute, who can bear not to reply.
Bo Xiaohu was still a little reluctant, and after getting into the car, he leaned his head against the window and kept looking back.
She had thought about it countless times.
If only that time, she hadn't quarreled with her little princess.
After the quarrel, they were never seen again the next day.
I didn't even have a chance to apologize, which is probably the most regrettable thing.
She wanted to hug that guy again.
Even after arriving at the castle, she dreamed of him holding her in a chair and brushing her teeth.
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Because she was afraid of her toothache and controlled the amount of candy she ate, when she lost her teeth, she would snap her fingers with the toothless tiger when she smiled.
He didn't think she was ugly, and gave her something to grind her teeth.
It seems that all of this disappeared after dawn.
Because it was also nine o'clock in the morning on that day.
Bo Xiaohu saw the returning Mr.
Bo in the ancient castle.
It's just that Dad is alone.
She didn't see her mother's shadow.
The father who said that he wanted to bring his mother back was alone.
At that time, Bo Xiaohu was still in a daze, she thought that her mother was too busy as usual and did not come back with her father.
Mr.
Bo's hands were dripping with blood, his long legs were supporting the locomotive prisoners of war, his black trench coat was blown by the wind, and when he took off his helmet, the whole person gave people an indescribable darkness and tiredness.
The old butler's worry was obvious, and when he looked at Mr.
Bo again, the light in his eyes was different from usual.
Bo Xiaohu hugged his little keyboard and opened his mouth to shout: "Dad." ” Mr.
Bo seemed to have returned to a trace of reason, with a blood-stained face and a slender figure, he knelt on one knee and rested his head on Bo Xiaohu's shoulder, and his voice was a little sandy: "Ninth Master, I'm sorry, I'm afraid my father is going to lose his words this time." ” Gaffes are meanings Bo Xiaohu didn't understand why she was crying, probably because she felt her father's slight trembling.
It's so strange.
Bo Xiaohu didn't ask, where did mom go.
She didn't dare ask.
A little scared.
No, not a little.
It's too scared.
She held the keypad in her arms and let her father lead her to a place.
She met a lot of people.
I also saw my father sneering: "Send them where they should go." ” That's a hate.
Hatred that is hard to counteract.
It was also at that time that Bo Xiaohu understood a truth.
At the same time, it is also the most annoying kind of person.
Don't always stand on the moral high ground and ask for forgiveness.
It's not the person concerned, and if you don't understand what the person has been through, shut up.
When will it be reasonable to destroy people's families and rob other people's things She will never forgive the person who took her things.
Some people hurt others to pretend to be pitiful or black people everywhere.
You think he's going to feel like he's at fault No, they are just afraid that their image will be damaged.
Or maybe he was smug and talked about what he had done.
The way of heaven should be reincarnation.
Heaven will not come to carry out this retribution for her.
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