Chapter 1447

Little Tiger Bo's eyes were wide open, with a serious expression on his face: "I praise my little princess because he is so kind, for example, he knows things that my father doesn't know, and my mother said that he has a bookish air, no Like my dad can’t pretend no matter what, he not only feeds me, but also tells me stories before going to bed, and teaches me to write calligraphy, dad, you can’t write.”

In the yard surrounded by the white fence, Mr. Bo threw the motorcycle into the yard casually, not like an adult: "Master Jiu is too much, what is pretending, I am a doctoral student anyway, understand?"

"Bought it." Bo Xiaohu sat on his neck, grabbed his hair, and lowered his eyes: "Dad, don't talk about it anymore, I want to save face, after all, my mother always said that I look like you. "

Mr. Bo yawned, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth: "Isn't it good to be like me? That little ice cube from the Qin family probably won't even be able to turn over a wall. It's so boring."

Bo Xiaohu blinked his eyes: "Momo would not do such things as climbing over the wall."

"Really." Mr. Bo tapped the black cut on his wrist, and projected from above, a picture of a small ice cube 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 peace of mind.

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

After Bo Xiaohu saw the scene, he secretly made a decision. In the future, he must not let the little princess climb over the wall, it's too dangerous.

Interrupted by Mr. Bo.

Bo Xiaohu almost forgot to give away the amulet.

Fortunately, after changing her pajamas, she remembered again, and ran to the next room with a patter.

Mr. Bo was lying on the sofa.

Bo Xiaohu knew that this was his father's habit. When his mother was away, he liked to sleep like this, like a cheetah that was 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 is not superstitious, but the Bo family does have such a relationship.

One thing is true.

Nine is too suitable to succeed him.

Even this path is difficult.

But that seems to be it.

When some people are born, they are doomed to assume the responsibilities you will take on.

Mr. Bo was half leaning on the sofa, if Jiu is the kind of sweet princess who doesn't know anything.

Maybe he will try his best to let her go on without knowing anything.

But their Master Jiu has been interested in small keyboards since he was a child, and he is very smart.

Most importantly, she loves it.

Mr. Bo stood up, his eyes were dark.

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

There is an adult in the Bo family.

As if he had no reason to worry about someone anymore.

Qin Mo turned his head and glanced at his hands.

He thought she would be the first to discover his injury.

But, no.

Look at those snacks brought back from home.

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

I don't want to deal with the wound, and I don't even want to sleep.

Probably the jet lag has not reversed yet.

Through the moonlight, Qin Mo could still be seen lying on the bed like a little prince, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about him.

In fact, his eyes opened as soon as he reached out and couldn't touch a small stove.

"Why on earth did I come back so early?"

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

Some things, we want it to develop like this.

But things are often impermanent.

There are too many things that are not expected.

It was the first time that Qin Mo knew what insomnia was at a young age, but due to family etiquette, he would not turn over and over again.

It's just a pair of eyes, looking at the position next to it, the liking of a certain little tiger is probably different from his liking.

What he likes is to monopolize a person.

And she is not.

If that's the case, then none of that makes sense.

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

But when you want to raise a little tiger too much, there is no question of personality.

Since she was still young, she didn't understand what the difference was.

Then he will teach her slowly.

After figuring this out, Qin Mo decided to chill a certain little tiger tomorrow.

She is always disobedient.

Of course, if a certain tiger cub comes to make up with him 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 certain little tiger took the initiative to come to make up with him, it would be fine.

The night gradually deepened.

Probably no one thought of it at that time.

Some things are not done in time.

You might regret it later.

At some point, fog started to form outside.

The suitcase brought by Mr. Bo suddenly rang.

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

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

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

The slender white fingers just tapped on it twice.

The usual unremarkable screen was replaced with the most accurate locked route map.

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

That face, which was always handsome and evil, suddenly turned pale to the extreme.

Mr. Bo, who has always been sure of everything, no longer has that idle laziness. He didn't even wear a coat. He picked up the suitcase and walked towards the door.

Hearing the noise, Little Tiger Bo came out in a daze, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Dad, where are you going?"

Dad didn't go out at night.

Just being in such a hurry that even the backside exudes something spoken, never has.

Hearing Little Tiger Bo's voice, the slender figure paused for a moment, then turned around and rubbed Bo Jiu's head with one free hand: "I'll go pick up Mrs. Bo."

"Mom?" Bo Xiaohu knew that his mother was on a business trip, didn't he say that he would be back in a few days? But it would be great to be able to come back early, so that after Dad has a mother, he can restrain himself a little, and with his mother by his side, he will not do too dangerous things.

Little Bo Jiu will always remember that day.

Because on that day.

The Bo family has undergone earth-shaking changes.

It's cold outside.

But Mr. Bo didn't seem to have the slightest feeling.

Even though he was riding a motorcycle without wearing any defense, his profile still didn't show the slightest expression.

Those eyes seemed to be dyed endless black.

He never thought that those people would appear in that place.

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

This cannot be a coincidence.

There can be no such coincidence!

When the old butler received the master's call, it was in the early morning of the next day. He had never heard such a voice from the master before. It was cold and without the slightest emotion: "You take Jiu back to the castle."

"The madam..." The old butler knew that the madam was on a business trip. The master once said that he wanted to trick the madam back to the castle. He also thought of a scene where he suddenly inherited some inheritance from his grandpa and grandpa, and asked him to pretend to be Lawyer to talk.

How can you change your mind now?

Mr. Bo was standing on the street, there were cars everywhere, the sky was not completely bright, and sporadic lights filled the whole city.

It was also in this early morning that a mysterious oriental man with 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 butler realized something was wrong.

But the most important thing now is to carry out the tasks entrusted to him by the master.

The fog is still there, a vast expanse.

Since Mr. Bo left, Little Tiger Bo has slept on the sofa.

After hearing the noise from downstairs, Little Tiger Bo's ears pricked up, and then he picked up the small keyboard next to him.

Thinking that some thieves broke in, Bo Xiaohu planned to activate some mechanisms she made herself.

After all, it's not yet light outside.

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

The tail wagged twice at first, 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 immediately."

Bo Xiaohu became sober all of a sudden: "Now?"

"Now." The old housekeeper looked around: "Young master, you go and bring one or two pieces of your clothes. It doesn't need to be too much. They are all over the castle. I need to go underground to clean things up."

Bo Xiaohu saw that the butler grandpa went downstairs, but the rest of the things in the room remained unchanged.

Except that the clothes underground were burned in a special way by the butler grandpa.

Bo Xiaohu also has few things to carry. The small keyboard needs to be carried in his arms, and the other one is the posing that was placed in the bedroom.

It was Grandpa An's photo of her and Momo. Although Momo's face did not enter the country, only a pair of hands wanted to take her down.

But Little Tiger Bo still regarded it as a treasure, and kept holding it in his arms like that, and then glanced at An's side.

She wanted to wait until dawn before leaving, so that she could tell Momo where she had gone.

The old housekeeper saw his young master's thoughts, and lowered his voice: "Young master, the place we are going this time is not suitable for anyone to know. After we settle down, the master will help you contact Anjia."

Little Tiger Bo shook his tail, thought for a moment, raised his head and said, "Grandpa Butler, do you have a pen and paper?"

When dealing with the young lord, the old housekeeper would inevitably soften his heart. He knew what she was going to do and did not stop her.

Seeing her little master lying on her stomach, she was not proficient in writing. The letter was written in both Chinese and English, and the writing style 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 paintings instead.

The old housekeeper only saw one sentence: "I won't be skinny anymore, Momo, don't be angry, I'm going to work hard to make money now, so I can buy you in the future."

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

In the foggy early morning, a little tiger stood in front of the mailbox, with its ears drooping, and glanced towards the room: "Grandpa housekeeper, do you think the little princess will answer my letter?"

"It will definitely." Their young master is so cute, who can bear not to reply.

Little Tiger Bo was still a little bit reluctant. After getting into the car, he leaned his head against the window and kept looking back.

She has thought about it countless times.

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

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

Not even a chance to apologize, probably the most regrettable thing.

She wanted to hug that person again.

Even after arriving at the castle, she dreamed of him hugging her on a chair and brushing 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 her finger at the toothless tiger when she smiles.

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

These, as if after dawn, all disappeared.

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

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

It's just that there is only Dad alone.

She didn't see her mother's shadow.

The father who said he wanted to bring his mother back was alone.

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

Mr. Bo's hands were bleeding, and his long legs supported the locomotive prisoner of war. His black windbreaker was rattling by the wind. When he took off his helmet, his whole body gave off an indescribable darkness and tiredness.

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

Hugging his little keyboard, Bo Xiaohu opened his mouth and called, "Dad."

Only then did Mr. Bo seem to have returned to a sliver of rationality. With a bloody face and a slender figure, he knelt down on one knee, resting his head on Little Tiger Bo's shoulder, and said in a rough voice, "Master Jiu, I'm sorry. , I'm afraid Dad will make a slip of the tongue this time."

gaffe mean?

Bo Xiaohu didn't understand why she was crying, probably because she felt her father's trembling slightly.

So strange.

Little Tiger Bo didn't ask where his mother was going.

She dared not ask.

feel a little scared.

No, not a little.

It was too scary.

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

She met a lot of people.

I also saw Dad sneering: "Send them where they should go."

It was a hate.

An irresistible hatred.

It was also at that time that Little Tiger Bo 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 let people forgive.

It's not the person involved, shut up if you don't understand what the person has gone through.

When will it be reasonable for people who destroy people's families and steal other people's things?

She will never forgive anyone who takes her things.

Some people hurt 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 of damage to their image.

Or maybe they are smug and talking about what they have done.

The way of heaven should be reincarnation.

Heaven will not come to carry out this retribution for her.

That's up to her!