The national school idol is a girl

Little Tiger Bo's eyes were wide open, with a serious look on his face: "I praise my little princess because he is so good. For example, he knows everything that my father doesn't know. My mother said that he has a bookish air about him. No. Dad can't pretend no matter how hard he is, he not only feeds me, but also tells me stories before going to bed and teaches me how to write calligraphy. Dad, you don't know how to write."

In the yard enclosed by a white fence, Mr. Bo casually threw his motorcycle into the yard, unsociably unlike an adult: "Master Jiu has gone too far. What does it mean to pretend? I am also a doctoral student after all, do you understand?"

"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, my mother always said that I look like you. "

Mr. Bo yawned and smiled evilly: "Isn't it good to look like me? That little ice cube from the Qin family probably can't climb over a wall. How boring."

Bo Xiaohu blinked: "Momo wouldn't do such a thing as climbing over the wall."

"Really?" Mr. Bo clicked on the black cutout on his wrist, and a picture of a small ice cube climbing over the wall was projected from above.

There are cameras in front of Bo's house, which is why Mr. Bo can go out and do something with confidence even if there is no one at home.

That’s because it can be monitored in real time 24 hours a day.

After Bo Xiaohu saw that scene, he secretly made a decision. He must not let the little princess climb over the wall in the future. It was too dangerous.

I was interrupted by Mr. Bo.

I almost forgot to give Little Tiger Bo the amulet.

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

Mr. Bo was lying on the sofa.

Little Tiger Bo knows that this is his father's habit. When his mother is not around, he likes to sleep like this, like a cheetah that is 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 origin.

One thing is indeed true.

Jiutai is suitable to take over from him.

Even this road is difficult to walk.

But that seems to be it.

Some people are destined to take on responsibilities as soon as they are born.

Mr. Bo was half leaning on the sofa. Ruojiu was the kind of sweet princess who didn't know anything.

Maybe he would try his best to keep her from knowing.

But it happened that their Jiuye had been interested in small keyboards since he was a child, and he was very smart.

Most importantly, she loves it.

Mr. Bo stood up, his eyes dark.

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

There are adults in the Bo family.

It seemed like he had no reason to worry about anyone anymore.

Qin Mo turned his head and glanced at his hand.

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

But, no.

Looking at the snacks brought back from China.

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 because the jet lag hasn't reversed yet.

Through the moonlight, you can still see Qin Mo lying on the bed like a little prince, and there seems to be nothing unusual about him.

In fact, when he reached out and couldn't touch a small heater, his eyes opened.

"Why on earth should I come back so early."

This idea came up for a moment and never stopped.

Some things, we want it to develop like this.

But things often change.

There are so many things that are not expected.

At a young age, Qin Mo knew what insomnia meant for the first time, but due to the etiquette of his tutor, he would not turn over it again and again.

Just a pair of eyes, looking at the position next to him. The likes of a certain little tiger are probably different from his.

What he likes is to monopolize someone.

And she is not.

If that's the case, then it's all meaningless.

Obviously this is what you should do according to your character.

But when you really want to raise a tiger cub, there is no question of bad character.

Since she was too young to understand the difference.

Then he would teach her slowly.

After thinking about this matter, Qin Mo decided to give a certain little tiger a little cold shoulder tomorrow.

She is always disobedient.

Of course, if a little tiger proactively comes to find peace with him tomorrow, he can't be too cold, let alone show his anger, even if he really loses his mind after hearing what William said.

But as long as a certain little tiger takes the initiative to come to him and make peace, it doesn't matter.

The night gradually gets darker.

Probably no one thought of it at that time.

Some things are not done in time.

You may regret it later.

I don't know when it started to fog outside.

The suitcase that Mr. Bo brought over suddenly rang.

This made him, who had not been sleeping soundly to begin with, suddenly open his eyes.

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

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

His long white fingers only tapped it twice.

The ordinary screen 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 sinister suddenly turned extremely pale.

Mr. Bo, who had always been sure of everything, no longer had the carefree laziness. He didn't even wear a coat. He picked up his suitcase and rushed out the door.

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

It’s not like Dad never went out at night.

Just being in such a hurry, even the back exudes something to be said, has never happened before.

Hearing Bo Xiaohu's voice, the slender figure paused, then turned around, with a free hand, rubbed Bo Jiu's head: "I'll pick up Mrs. Bo."

"Mom?" Little Tiger Bo knew that his mother was on a business trip. Didn't he say he wouldn't be back for a few days? But it would be great to be able to come back early, so that after dad has a mom, he can restrain himself a little. With mom by his side, he won't do anything too dangerous.

Little Bo Jiu will always remember that day.

Because on that day.

The Bo family has undergone earth-shaking changes.

It's very cold outside.

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

Even though he was riding a motorcycle without any protection, his side face still showed no expression at all.

Those eyes seemed to be dyed with endless black.

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

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

This can't be a coincidence.

There can be no such coincidence!

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

"Then Madam..." The old housekeeper knew that Madam was on a business trip. The master once said that he wanted to trick Madam back into the castle. He also thought of a drama in which he suddenly inherited some grandpa's inheritance and asked him to pretend to be Talk to a lawyer.

Why have you changed your mind now?

Mr. Bo stood on the street. There were cars everywhere. The sky was not completely bright yet, and scattered lights filled the entire city.

It was also in this early morning that a mysterious Yanguo man carrying 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 housekeeper realized something was wrong.

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

The fog is still there, a vast expanse.

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

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

I thought some thieves had broken in, but Little Tiger Bo planned to activate some mechanisms she made herself.

After all, it's still dark outside.

Unexpectedly, what she saw when she came downstairs was the housekeeper.

The tail wagged twice first, with a little puzzlement on his face: "Grandpa Butler, why are you here?"

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

Little Tiger Bo suddenly became more awake: "Now?"

"Now." The old butler looked around and said, "Young Master, go and bring one or two pieces of your clothes. You don't need too many. They are all available in the castle. I need to go underground to clean up some things."

Little Tiger Bo saw the housekeeper's grandfather coming downstairs. The rest of the things in the room had not changed.

Except that the clothes on the ground were burned in a special way by the housekeeper.

Little Tiger Bo doesn't have much to carry. He has to hold the small keyboard in his arms, and the other one is the pose that was placed in the bedroom.

That was a photo taken by Grandpa An of her and Mo Mo. Although Mo Mo's face did not appear, there was only a pair of hands trying to pick her up.

But Little Tiger Bo still regarded him as a treasure and kept holding him in his arms like that. He glanced at An's house again.

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

The old housekeeper noticed his young master's thoughts and said softly: "Young master, it is not appropriate for anyone to know where we are going this time. After we settle down, the master will help you contact the An family."

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

The old housekeeper would inevitably be soft-hearted towards the young master. He knew what she wanted to do and did not stop her.

She looked at her little mistress lying there, writing unskilledly. The letter was written in both Yan Chinese and Federal languages. 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 Yanguo characters, so he drew pictures instead.

The old butler only saw one sentence: "I will never be shy again, Momo, don't be angry, I am going to work hard to make money now, so that I can buy you in the future."

The badly written letter was put into the mailbox along with a USB flash drive.

In the misty early morning, a little tiger stood in front of the mailbox, his ears drooped, and he glanced in the direction of the room: "Grandpa Butler, do you think the little princess will reply to my letter?"

"Definitely." Their young master is so cute, who can bear not to reply.

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

She had thought about it countless times.

It would be nice if she didn't quarrel with her little princess that time.

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

There wasn't even a chance to apologize, which 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 in a chair and brushing her teeth.

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

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

These seemed to disappear as soon as the sun came up.

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

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

It’s just that dad is the only one.

She didn't see her mother's shadow.

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

At that time, Little Tiger Bo was still confused. She thought her mother was too busy as usual and did not come back with her father.

Mr. Bo's hands were bleeding, and his long legs were supporting the motorcycle prisoner. His black trench coat was rustling in the wind. When he took off his helmet, his whole person gave people an indescribable feeling of 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.

Little Tiger Bo hugged his small keyboard, opened his mouth and called out: "Dad."

Mr. Bo seemed to have returned to some sense. With a bloody face and a slender figure, he knelt down on one knee and rested his head on Little Tiger Bo's shoulder. His voice was a little gravelly: "Master Jiu, I'm sorry. , I’m afraid dad is going to make a mistake this time.”

What does gaffe mean?

Little Tiger Bo didn't know why she was crying, probably because she felt her father's slight trembling.

So strange.

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

She didn't dare ask.

feel a little scared.

No, not a little.

It's 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 the way my father sneered: "Send them where they should go."

It's a kind of hatred.

An irresistible hatred.

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

At the same time, there is also one type of person that I hate the most.

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

If you are not the person involved, shut up if you don’t understand what the person involved has been through.

Since when do people who destroy other people's families and steal other people's things have any sense?

She will never forgive anyone who takes something from her.

Some people hurt others to show pity or are black people everywhere.

Do you think he would feel that he was at fault?

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

Or maybe he was talking proudly about what he had done.

The way of heaven should be the response to reincarnation.

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

Then it's up to her!