The national school idol is a girl

College is undoubtedly the safest place.

There is no doubt about Mr. Bo's current identity.

Especially when he and Little Tiger were sitting on the steps waiting for Mrs. Bo to pick them up.

One big and one small, all holding a bag of yogurt.

The little tiger's tail swayed: "Dad, I want to eat chicken wings."

"Master Jiu, you have to change your habit of eating right after you wake up." Mr. Bo yawned and said lazily, "You roll around in a while and let my wife take you to eat."

The little tiger felt that she should educate an adult: "Dad, I am already five years old, not one, and it would be too shameless if I still roll around and act cute."

"Then what do you think we should do?" Mr. Bo said in a careless voice, "Mrs. Bo said that you won't be allowed to eat junk food all the time."

The little tiger thought seriously: "Then I'd better roll around."

"Hit it a few more times, I want to eat it too." Mr. Bo smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled the collar, showing a different kind of evil deed.

The little tiger nodded his head and gave him an OK gesture.

One large and one small, maintaining the same sitting position as before.

Those two faces were very eye-catching, and many college students looked over at them. They were so cute that they couldn't help but look at them.

Mr. Bo is quite famous in the school, and this is not the first time that he has brought Bo Jiu and other Mrs. Bo with him.

But every time, the Waiguo Kernels would feel a strong impact, making them want to have a cerebellum.

Mrs. Bo was wearing a professional suit and walking in high heels. This was what she saw when she entered the university.

Those two people are drinking yogurt again. Is the food in college so unpalatable?

Mrs. Bo couldn't help but smile and walked over.

Little Tiger Bo was the first to see Mrs. Bo. His round tiger eyes suddenly lit up and he rushed towards Mrs. Bo: "Mom."

"Have you been good today?" Mrs. Bo looked at her dress and rolled up her daughter's sleeves.

Little Tiger Bo reported seriously: "I'm very good, and my dad is sleeping all the time."

"Hey." Mr. Bo smiled lazily, and with a free hand, he knocked the book on Little Tiger Bo's head, then leaned forward and rested his head on Mrs. Bo's shoulder: "I didn't mean to do that. Sleeping, writing too much literature, making me dizzy.”

Mrs. Bo's temperament is rare. When she appeared, many people looked over.

Successful people and students who are still in school have different auras.

The more this happens, the easier it is to find out that that handsome PhD student is actually being kept by a certain female entrepreneur.

Many hot girls and new students will feel this is a pity.

I really don’t understand why I want to find someone older than myself.

Of course, the other party's appearance is really not outstanding, and he looks no different from them in age.

Even due to the development of her temperament, she has the feeling of an iceberg beauty for no reason, but it is different from that.

Because when wearing a professional suit, the feeling of a superior person is not only a beauty, but also an indescribable coldness and abstinence.

"Why are you so dizzy?" Mrs. Bo said, already reaching out and rubbing an adult's head.

Little Tiger Bo fully understands her father's tricks, and his father always spares no effort in competing with her for favor.

Anyway, he's not too afraid that someone in the school will say that he is the one being kept.

In some respects, Mr. Bo does look like a little naughty dog, but his action just now, when people next to him saw it, they all asked themselves, is this still the evil and sycophantic senior they know?

It just doesn’t feel like it.

Mr. Bo doesn't care about other people's eyes. Recently, Mrs. Bo has been too cold to him, always looking for a sense of presence.

Little Tiger Bo hadn't forgotten what happened before, wagging his tail and blinking his eyes slightly: "Dad just said he wanted to eat chicken wings. He must be hungry because he's dizzy."

Mr. Bo turned his eyes sideways and raised his eyebrows. Their Jiu Ye and that boy from the Qin family were so stupid that they knew how to use others as shields.

"Chicken wings?" Mrs. Bo seemed helpless with one large and one small, and sighed slightly: "Just have one meal. After eating, I will go to the airport. You two can eat some vegetables in the evening. You can't always eat meat."

Mr. Bo held her waist and kissed her on the lips: "Don't worry, I will take good care of Master Jiu."

Mrs. Bo did not expect that he would suddenly make such a move.

Everyone around them is watching them.

Is he... no longer resisting letting people know what their relationship is?

Or maybe he is too young and always does things according to his mood.

Mrs. Bo can probably understand something from him and try not to talk about their relationship in public.

It's not that he said anything, it's just that she could feel it.

After all, even if he was his tutor and some people he knew from school, he had never introduced them to him.

Mrs. Bo understood him on this point.

It's probably strange that we've been married for so many years.

I still care about this kind of thing occasionally.

This time it was okay. The last time she came to pick him up alone, she saw a girl dating him.

He refused.

The girl said: "You can't just eat soft food like this all the time."

Mrs. Bo knew the man's self-esteem, so she chose not to show up.

But think carefully about the situation at home.

He got his degree by himself.

The clothes he was wearing were indeed bought by her, but he didn't show any excessive likes or dislikes.

Even his battle ax is his own.

There shouldn't be any mental gap in this regard.

But people around her have said that she is naturally strong.

Most big boys like him like to be cute and lively or like little fairies, dependent on others, romantic and innocent.

Mrs. Bo never asked him about this.

After all, when this person saw her, he was so "clingy" that she always forgot about the incompatibility between the two people.

At first, Little Tiger Bo was still in Mrs. Bo's arms.

At some point, Mr. Bo picked him up and put him on his neck.

Little Tiger Bo just grabbed her father's unruly hair and waggled her tail behind her. She really didn't want to act cute.

But when you see such a handsome man with a little tiger on his head, people will look at him.

"Mr. Lou?"

Mrs. Bo's surname is Lou.

Follow the driver all year round.

After seeing the president come out this time, he greeted him and was about to open the door.

Mrs. Bo stopped him: "We will eat nearby. Lao Wan, you should go and eat something too."

"Okay, Boss." After saying this, Lao Wan glanced in the direction of Mr. Bo and called out respectfully: "Sir."

Although he didn't understand why their boss would choose such a person, since the boss agreed, as a driver, he wouldn't say anything more.

However, Miss Ninth was as lovable as ever. Looking at the little tiger, Lao Wan smiled.

This was probably the most unusual and happiest family he had ever met.

It’s just that Mr. Lou is usually too busy.

And Mr. Bo... there is one thing that is difficult to explain in one word.

She likes to cling to Mr. Lou too much, but she's not like an ordinary pretty boy.

I can’t tell, I just hope that Mr. Bo will not let Mr. Lou down.

It's always nice to have chicken wings.

There were also cola fries and burgers on the table.

Mrs. Bo was originally rolling up her daughter's sleeves, but when she raised her eyes, there was a burger in front of her eyes.

Only after she took a bite did the man smile.

The smile doesn't matter, the people eating here are all college students, and many of them look straight at me.

Just, the next second.

Don't know what happened.

The man's fingers paused, his eyes slightly raised to look out the window, and the color of his eyes darkened.

The sound of police cars whizzing past rang in my ears.

None of this is the most important.

Instead, there were several people wearing black clothes under the tree, who looked like they were asking something.

"What?" Mrs. Bo followed his gaze and saw nothing.

Mr. Bo took a bite of his burger and said, "It's nothing. I have classes in the afternoon, so I shouldn't be able to see you off."

Mrs. Bo paused, then smiled and said: "I know, eat more."

Probably still have some scruples.

There were a lot of people seeing them this time.

The meal went quickly.

When Mrs. Bo was there, Mr. Bo was still lazy and waited until she left.

He just made a call: "Come here and take Jiu back."

"Yes, boss." There was a very magnetic voice on the other end.

Little Tiger Bo had heard it before, but this time it was a little different.

It seems a bit deep.

About five minutes passed.

A black Lambo appeared in front of the school, and a man walked out of it, carrying something similar to a suitcase.

But ordinary suitcases will never be carried by hand.

In addition, the man was wearing a black tuxedo and white gloves on his hands, just like the aristocratic butler in the movie. Even if he has passed middle age, few people can still wear formal clothes after middle age. So handsome.

But this man expressed his sense of a mature gentleman vividly.

Not only that, he also carried a small cake box in his hand. After seeing Bo Jiu, he put his right hand behind his back and called out with a chuckle: "Young Master, I finally see you."

The word "young master" was somewhat unfamiliar to Bo Jiu at that time.

But even now, she already knows what she wants to do in the future.

Blinking his tiger eyes and looking at the person in front of him, the cute old butler's heart almost melted.

His master is completely different. The young master is a little milk tiger, a very cute little milk tiger.

The owner is completely different.

The sense of blackness is even stronger, and it has been this way since childhood.

Mr. Bo first allowed the two people to interact and took the suitcase from the butler.

Open in the car.

There are not so many people in front of the university at this time.

The secret of the suitcase is that you never guess it will open so many layers.

In addition to a black windbreaker, there was a small notebook and some weapons inside.

Mr. Bo first put on his windbreaker, then lifted his suitcase and put on his glasses. He looked very polite and didn't look like he was going to do anything.

But if people know what he is holding, they will know what he will do next.

Cleaned up a few bugs.

As for Little Tiger Bo, he was naturally taken back by the housekeeper.

According to the husband's instructions, it is most reliable to send it to William's house.

Because that family is naturally dramatic, and they are so big-hearted that they don’t even think about what happened.

However, the housekeeper was very polite and bowed to little William and said, "Young master, I will only trouble you for the day."

Little William's eyes widened. After all, he had only seen such people in movies made by his father.

Bo Xiaohu said there was no need to trouble others, but at the same time, she knew very well that her father had something to do.

Little Tiger Bo was also thoughtful. After smelling the different atmosphere this time, he climbed up to the window again and again to take a look.

Dad didn't show up until much later.

Mr. Bo is here to take Little Tiger Bo home.

In fact, except for the boy from the Qin family, he didn't trust anyone to give Jiu a day.

It’s not that others are bad.

To be honest, other people are not smart enough.

For example, now, no matter how little William looks, he can't tell that Mr. Bo is injured on his hand.

After all, he was still the same as before, his tie was not tied properly, half leaning to one side, and he looked like a soft-hearted person.

That is to say, the lip color is a bit white.

Only Little Tiger Bo saw something was wrong with her father.

Without letting him hold her, she took the person's hand and walked towards home.

Halfway there, Mr. Bo leaned against the tree trunk, breathing a little unsteadily: "Nine, you..."

Little Tiger Bo is still very capable. Even a child would feel uncomfortable seeing such a scene.

But I didn't panic at all, seeing that my father had no strength.

He took out his cell phone directly from his father's pocket and dialed the housekeeper's grandfather.

From making the call to hanging up the phone and waiting for the housekeeper to come, the whole process was handled like a five-year-old child.

It's just that his little hands were shaking a little, and the tiger's head never raised.

After the housekeeper arrived, he began to treat the owner's injuries.

It's easy to say that the hand injury was mainly due to the bullet in the shoulder, which had to be removed.

This is why the master can go all the way and still find time to call his wife, smiling softly: "Master Jiu? He's just downstairs, playing with her keyboard. Don't worry, I will take good care of her."

After hanging up the phone, the breath leaked out and the temperature was a bit high.

Grandpa the housekeeper prescribed a lot of medicine.

After taking care of the wound, he said: "Thanks to the young master for making the call in time."

Mr. Bo leaned there, with one shoulder wrapped in a bandage, and his narrow eyes raised upwards. He had a royal air that he didn't have in front of others: "So, she is very suitable to take over my position, both technically and psychologically."

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