Chapter 1443
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When the two of them were together, time would always pass especially quickly.
Little Tiger Bo leaned against Qin Mo's head to sleep.
When she woke up, it was already late at night. Only then did she remember that people who were sick had to eat more.
There was no one at home so Little Tiger Bo volunteered to cook a bowl of noodles. She didn't know if it was because the color was too heavy or because of the seasoning.
After Qin Mo ate it, he didn't recover. He even got enteritis.
Later, the doctor explained the reason. When he had a cold, his digestive system was weak. Moreover, the seasoning of the instant noodles was too greasy. It wasn't strange for this to happen.
Little Tiger Bo felt very guilty. She climbed the wall at night and asked Qin Mo to forgive her.
At that time, Qin Mo didn't have any strength at all. He simply said, "Come up."
When the little tiger climbed up, he reached out and hugged her. She was soft and fluffy, causing his lips to lift subconsciously. "Little Bo Jiu, are you an idiot?"
"No," Little Tiger Bo said seriously. Little Tiger Bo said seriously, "But Momo, this is the first time you took the initiative to hug me. Should I celebrate? Do you want me to sell you?"
Qin Mo glanced at her. "I'm very expensive."
"I will work hard to earn money." Little Tiger Bo clenched her small fists.
Qin Mo held her fists. "When you are eighteen, I will tell you if I will sell you or not …"
"Eighteen …" Little Tiger Bo counted with her fingers. There was still a long time. "Can't you agree now?"
Qin Mo raised his eyebrows. "No."
"Alright, eighteen. I will definitely be taller by then. I will be like my mother and wear a suit to look for you." The more Bo Jiu spoke, the more comfortable she felt.
Qin Mo frowned. "Suit? Shouldn't you wear a skirt? "
"No, the overbearing CEOs in the movies all wear suits." Little Tiger Bo yawned as she spoke. Her small head rested on Qin Mo's shoulder like a real little tiger. She wagged her tail twice. "Momo, I'm sleepy."
She was asking Qin Mo to coax her.
Some habits were probably formed through nurturing.
Before she knew Qin Mo, Bo Jiu would never let anyone coax her to sleep.
But now that she was listless, she would lean her little head on Qin Mo's shoulder.
Qin Mo would pat her back from time to time and say something in a cold and pleasant voice. It was nothing more than asking her to sleep.
There were only a few days left before the Spring Festival.
No matter what, Old Master An had to make a trip back to China, and so did Qin Mo.
When Little Tiger Bo heard this news, she went into Qin Mo's little panda luggage. "Momo, I'll be your checked luggage. Bring me along."
It wasn't that he hadn't thought of bringing a certain little tiger along with him.
Qin Mo went to ask, but the lazy Mr. Bo didn't agree. He smiled faintly and said, "No."
It was also that day that Qin Mo smelled the scent of blood on this adult. Even though he was wearing a trench coat, the scent was faintly discernible. But before Auntie Bo came back, he entered the bathroom.
Qin Mo was a child who could keep things in his heart. That was probably what people with high IQ were like.
He left a medicine box at the Bo family's house and didn't say anything.
But Qin Mo didn't feel good about not being able to bring his little tiger along. Especially when he was about to get into the car, he saw a certain someone's round tiger eyes.
When I'm not around, listen to Uncle Bo. Don't climb the wall all the time. You can't eat too much of the candy I give you. If you're hungry, use the key I gave you to enter the house. I've stuffed the snacks in the cupboard full. There are ready-made canned beef. Eat less instant noodles. You have my house number. Call me if you need anything. Don't be mischievous. "Qin Mo couldn't help but pinch her face." I'll be back soon.
Little Tiger Bo hugged her little keyboard and nodded. She counted the time in her heart.
Three days wasn't too long. It was within his acceptable range.
Even so.
When the bus was about to leave.
Little Tiger Bo didn't let go of Qin Mo's sleeve.
But what stunned Grandpa An wasn't Little Tiger Bo's actions.
It was because his grandson obviously didn't want to leave.
This was a completely different attitude from when he first arrived at this place.
The most surprising thing was …
When the car started to move.
His grandson started to be absent-minded.
From boarding the plane to taking off and landing.
His grandson's face did not show any trace of a smile again.
It wasn't until he picked up his phone and made an overseas call that his face warmed up a little.
At that time, WeChat didn't exist.
It wasn't as convenient as it was now.
He had to use a computer to make a video call.
But it was nearing the New Year.
Even children were busy.
Moreover, there was a time difference between the two of them.
The moment Qin Mo returned to the military courtyard, he was surrounded by children. He didn't have time to make a call.
When he finished visiting his relatives and picked up his phone, he realized that the time wasn't right.
Most importantly, he had originally planned to return after New Year's Eve.
Because Madam An suddenly had an important matter to deal with.
Therefore, the deadline to return was lengthened.
Fortunately, Qin Mo was free. He could coordinate with a certain little tiger's time to make a call.
But no one picked up the call.
Bo Jiu wasn't at home.
Instead, she followed Mr. Bo to the university.
This time, she wasn't acting cute.
Although it looked like it.
Bo Jiu was still wearing her Little Old Axe pajamas.
But this wasn't Mr. Bo's motive. Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought his daughter to school at such a time.
Something happened in the hacker world.
This wasn't the first time.
It had never been peaceful. This was the life he chose.
But in terms of privacy, there had never been such a big oversight like this time.
Some people would know him sooner or later.
In the past, Mr. Bo wasn't worried about these things.
But it was different now.
The one lying under his desk and the woman in the opposite building were his lifeline.
They were all his lifeline.
Although he had already sent out a call and was waiting for the butler to come.
But this also meant that Jiu wouldn't have a choice anymore.
Mr. Bo looked up and glanced at the English words on the blackboard. He supported his chin with one hand and asked casually, "Jiu, do you like what we are doing now?" “
Little Tiger Bo leaned against the corner of the desk. She didn't say anything. Instead, she used the small keyboard to type three words over.
Mr. Bo tilted his head. His gaze deepened. "That's good."
The most important thing now was to hide Jiu well.
As for him, he would distract the attention of those people.
He couldn't really let them find anything.
He had to think carefully about moving back to the castle …
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