Little Tiger Bo widened her eyes. She had a serious expression on her face. "I praise my little princess because he is too good. For example, he knows things that dad doesn't know. Mom says that he has a scholarly aura. He isn't like dad who can't pretend no matter how hard he tries. Not only does he feed me, but he also tells me stories before I sleep and teaches me how to write. Dad, you don't know how to write."
In the yard surrounded by white fences, Mr. Bo threw his motorcycle into the yard casually. He didn't seem like an adult at all. "Lord Jiu is too much. What do you mean by pretending? I'm a PhD student, understand?"
"I bought it." Little Tiger Bo sat on his neck and grabbed his hair. She glanced down. "Dad, don't talk about this anymore. I want my face too. After all, mom always says that I'm like you."
Mr. Bo yawned and smiled devilishly. "Isn't it good to be like me? That little ice block from the Qin family probably doesn't even know how to climb over a wall. How boring. "
Little Tiger Bo blinked. "Momo wouldn't do something like climbing over a wall."
"Is that so?" Mr. Bo tapped the Black Cutter on his wrist. It projected a scene of a little ice block climbing over a wall.
There was a surveillance camera in front of the Bo family's house. This was why Mr. Bo could go out and do some things without worry even if there was no one at home.
It was because it could be monitored 24 hours a day.
After Little Tiger Bo saw the scene, she made a decision in her heart. She definitely wouldn't let her little princess climb over a wall in the future. It was too dangerous.
After being interrupted by Mr. Bo.
Little Tiger Bo almost forgot to give him her amulet.
Fortunately, after she changed into her pajamas, she remembered it and ran to the room next door.
Mr. Bo was lying on the sofa.
Little Tiger Bo knew that this was her dad's habit. When her mom wasn't around, he liked to sleep like this. He was like a cheetah that was ready to wake up anytime.
"Dad, this is for you and mom." Little Tiger Bo placed the amulet in Mr. Bo's palm.
Mr. Bo raised his eyebrows and wore it. He wasn't superstitious but the Bo family did have this origin.
There was one thing that was true.
Jiu was too suitable to take over his job.
Even if this path was difficult.
But that seemed to be the case.
Some people were destined to bear the responsibility the moment they were born.
Mr. Bo leaned on the sofa. If Jiu was a sweet princess who didn't know anything.
Perhaps he would use all his strength to make her continue to not know anything.
However, their Lord Jiu had always been interested in small keyboards and was very smart.
Most of all, she loved it.
Mr. Bo stood up. His gaze was deep.
Because of this figure, Qin Mo gave up on the idea of asking the butler to call Little Tiger Bo back.
The Bo family had an adult.
It seemed that he had no reason to worry about a certain someone.
Qin Mo tilted his head and glanced at his hand.
He thought she would be the first to notice his injury.
But he didn't.
Looking at the snacks they brought back from China,
Qin Mo's eyes deepened. He reached out to turn off the lights in the bedroom.
He didn't want to treat his wounds, and he didn't even want to sleep.
It was probably because he was still jet-lagged.
Through the moonlight, Qin Mo looked like a little prince lying on the bed. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary.
In fact, he had already opened his eyes when he reached out his hand to touch a certain small heater.
"Why did I come back so early?"
As soon as this thought appeared, it never stopped.
Some things, we want it to go this way.
But the world was always unpredictable.
There were too many things that were out of his expectations.
This was the first time the young Qin Mo knew what insomnia was. But due to his upbringing and etiquette, he wouldn't toss and turn over.
He just looked at the seat beside him. A certain little tiger's liking was probably different from his liking.
His liking was to monopolize a person.
But she wasn't.
If that was the case, everything was meaningless.
Based on his personality, he should have done this.
But when he wanted to raise a little tiger too much, it didn't matter whether it was his personality or not.
Since she was still young and didn't understand the difference.
Then he would teach her slowly.
After thinking through this matter, Qin Mo decided to give a certain little tiger the cold shoulder tomorrow.
She was always disobedient.
Of course, if a certain little tiger took the initiative to come and reconcile with him tomorrow, he couldn't be too cold and he couldn't vent his anger on her. Even if he really lost his rationality after hearing what William said.
But as long as a certain little tiger took the initiative to come and reconcile with him, it didn't matter.
The night gradually darkened.
At that time, no one would have thought of it.
Some things weren't done in time.
In the future, they might regret it.
Unknowingly, fog started to appear outside.
The suitcase that Mr. Bo carried over suddenly rang.
This made him, who hadn't slept soundly, open his eyes suddenly.
There was a tracking setting inside. Once it locked onto the target, it would make a sound.
Without any delay, he unlocked the small suitcase. When he opened it, there was a screen. There was something that looked like a keyboard below.
His slender and fair fingers just tapped on it twice.
The ordinary screen was changed. It was changed to the most accurate lock-on route map.
He used the buttons on the keyboard to enlarge the map.
His face, which had always been handsome and devilish, suddenly paled to the extreme.
Mr. Bo, who had always been confident in everything, no longer had that sloppy and lazy attitude. He didn't even wear his jacket. He lifted the suitcase and rushed out of the door.
Hearing the sound, Little Tiger Bo walked out in a daze. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "Dad, where are you going?"
It wasn't that her dad had never gone out at night before.
It was just that he had never gone out in such a hurry. Even his back view exuded an indescribable feeling.
Hearing Little Tiger Bo's voice, the slender figure paused for a moment. Then he turned around and emptied one hand to caress Bo Jiu's head. "I'm going to fetch Madam Bo."
"Mom?" Little Tiger Bo knew that her mom was on a business trip. Didn't she say that she would come back in a few days? But it was good that she could come back early. This way, after her dad had her mom, he would be more restrained. With her mom by her dad's side, he wouldn't do anything too dangerous.
Little Bo Jiu would always remember that day.
Because on that day.
The Bo family had undergone an earth-shattering change.
The weather outside was very cold.
But Mr. Bo didn't seem to feel it at all.
Even though he was riding a motorcycle and didn't wear any protective gear, his side profile didn't reveal any expression.
That pair of eyes seemed to be dyed with endless darkness.
He had never expected that group of people to appear at that place.
The city where Madam Bo was on a business trip.
This couldn't be a coincidence.
There couldn't be such a coincidence!
When the old butler received his master's call, it was in the wee hours of the next day. He had never heard his master's voice like that before. It was cold and emotionless. "Bring Jiu back to the castle."
"Then, Madam …" The old butler knew that Madam was on a business trip. His master had once said that he wanted to trick Madam back to the castle. He had even thought of a scene where he would suddenly inherit his grandfather's inheritance and asked him to disguise himself as a lawyer.
Why did he change his mind now?
Mr. Bo stood on the street. There were cars everywhere. The sky wasn't completely bright yet. Sporadic lights filled the entire city.
It was also in the wee hours of the morning that a mysterious Asian man carrying a suitcase walked into the most famous gray area in the area.
The black trench coat made him look like an avenger who had climbed out of hell. He was cold and handsome. "I will bring her back."
The old butler realized that something was wrong.
But now, the most important thing was to carry out the mission his master had given him.
The fog was still there. It was a vast expanse.
Ever since Mr. Bo left, Little Tiger Bo had been sleeping on the sofa.
When she heard the noise downstairs, Little Tiger Bo's ears perked up. Then, she picked up the small keyboard at the side.
She thought that a thief had barged in. Little Tiger Bo wanted to activate some of the traps she had made herself.
After all, the sky wasn't bright yet.
She didn't expect to see Grandfather Butler when she went downstairs.
Her tail wagged twice. Her little face was still a little puzzled. "Grandfather Butler, why are you here?"
"Young Lord." The old butler took a step forward. Like an English gentleman, he said, "Time is tight. I have to bring you away immediately."
Little Tiger Bo instantly sobered up. "Now?"
"Now." The old butler scanned the surroundings. "Young Lord, go and bring one or two sets of your clothes. I don't need too many. The castle has everything. I need to go underground to clean up some things."
Little Tiger Bo saw that Grandfather Butler had gone downstairs. The other things in the room hadn't changed.
The clothes on the ground had been burned by Grandfather Butler using a special method.
Little Tiger Bo didn't take many things. She had to carry the small keyboard in her arms. The other thing was the set that had been placed in the bedroom.
That was taken by Grandfather An for her and Momo. Momo's face hadn't entered the picture. Only a pair of hands could be seen.
But Little Tiger Bo still treated it as a treasure. She carried it in her arms and glanced towards the An family's house.
She wanted to wait until daybreak before leaving. That way, she would be able to tell Momo where she had gone.
The old butler saw through his young lord's thoughts. He softened his voice. "Young Lord, it isn't suitable for anyone to know where we are going this time. After we settle down, Master will help you contact the An family."
Little Tiger Bo wagged her tail. She thought for a moment and raised her head. "Grandfather Butler, do you have a pen and paper?"
The old butler would inevitably be soft-hearted towards his young lord. He knew what she wanted to do and didn't stop her.
He watched as his young lord laid there and wrote inexpertly. The letter was written in both Chinese and English. The writing wasn't very good. Those who didn't know her wouldn't understand what she was trying to express.
After all, Little Tiger Bo didn't know how to write Chinese. She used drawing to replace it.
The old butler only saw one sentence. "I won't be mischievous in the future. Momo, don't be angry. I have to work hard to earn money now. In the future, I will be able to buy you."
The letter that was written was placed into the mailbox along with a thumb drive.
In the foggy morning, a little tiger stood in front of the mailbox. Her ears drooped and she glanced towards the direction of the room. "Grandfather Butler, do you think my little princess will reply to my letter?"
"Definitely." Their young lord was so cute. Who could bear not to reply to her letter?
Little Tiger Bo was still a little reluctant. After she got into the car, she leaned her head against the window and kept looking back.
She had thought about it countless times.
If only she hadn't quarreled with her little princess that time.
After the quarrel, she didn't see him again the next day.
She didn't even have a chance to apologize. That was probably the most regretful thing.
She wanted to hug that person again.
Even after they reached the ancient castle, she had dreamed of him carrying her on a chair and brushing her teeth for her.
He was afraid that she would have a toothache so he controlled the amount of sweets she ate. When she lost her teeth, he would snap his fingers at the toothless little tiger when he smiled.
He didn't think that she was ugly either. He even gave her something to grind her teeth with.
All of this seemed to vanish into thin air after daybreak.
Because it was also nine o 'clock in the morning that day.
Little Tiger Bo saw Mr. Bo, who had returned to the ancient castle.
However, there was only her father.
She didn't see her mother.
Her father, who said that he wanted to bring her mother back, was alone.
At that time, Little Tiger Bo was still in a daze. She thought that her mother was busy as usual and didn't come back with her father.
Mr. Bo's hands were dripping with blood. His long legs were supporting the motorcycle. His black trench coat was fluttering in the wind. When he took off his helmet, he gave off an indescribable feeling of darkness and fatigue.
The old butler's worry was obvious. When he looked at Mr. Bo again, the light in his eyes was different from usual.
Little Tiger Bo hugged her little keyboard and called out, "Dad."
Mr. Bo seemed to have regained a trace of rationality. His face was stained with blood. His slender figure knelt on one knee and placed his head on Little Tiger Bo's shoulder. His voice was a little hoarse. "Lord Jiu, I'm sorry. This time, I'm afraid I have to go against my words."
What did he mean by going against his words?
Little Tiger Bo didn't understand why she was crying. It was probably because she felt her father trembling slightly.
It was so unfamiliar.
Little Tiger Bo didn't ask where her mother went.
She didn't dare to ask.
She was a little afraid.
No, it wasn't a little.
She was too afraid.
She hugged the little keyboard in her arms and allowed her father to lead her to a place.
She saw many people.
She also saw her father's cold smile. "Send them to where they should go."
It was a kind of hatred.
A hatred that couldn't be erased.
It was also at that time that Little Tiger Bo understood a principle.
At the same time, she hated this kind of person the most.
Don't always stand on the moral high ground and ask people to forgive you.
If you weren't the person in question and didn't understand what the person in question had gone through, then shut up.
When did the person who broke a bad person's family and stole other people's things become reasonable?
She would never forgive the person who took her things.
Some people harmed others to pretend to be pitiful or to criticize others.
Did you think they would feel that they were in the wrong?
No. They were just afraid that their image would be damaged.
Or, they would show a smug expression and talk about what they had done.
The Heavenly Axiom should be a cycle of retribution.
The Heavenly Axiom wouldn't carry out this retribution on her behalf.
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