National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Xiaohuo's eyes were wide open, and his face looked serious: "I praise my little princess because he is so good. For example, his father doesn't know anything. He knows it, and his mother said he has a book gas, no Like my dad ca n’t pretend to be able to pretend to not only feed me meals, but also tell me stories before going to bed, teach me to write brush words, and dad you wo n’t write. ”

In the yard surrounded by white fences, Mr. Bo threw the locomotive into the yard casually, not like an adult: "Jiuye is too much, what is it, I am a doctoral student anyway, understand?"

"I bought it." Bo Xiaohu sat on his neck, grabbed his hair, and squinted. "Dad don't talk about it again. I also want to save face. After all, my mother always says I am like you. "

Mr. Bo yawned and smiled evilly: "I'm not good like me? The small ice block of the Qin family, it is estimated that even a wall will not turn over, how boring."

Bo Xiaohu blinked: "Indifferent will not do such a thing over the wall."

"Is it." Mr. Bo tapped the black cut on his wrist and projected a picture of a small ice cube 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 safely go out and do something.

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

After seeing the picture, Bo Xiaohu made a secret decision. In the future, it must not allow the little princess to cross the wall, which is too dangerous.

Was interrupted by Mr. Bo.

The little tiger's amulet almost forgot to send.

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

Mr. Bo is lying on the couch.

Bo Xiaohu knows this is his father's habit. When his mother is away, he likes to sleep like this, like a cheetah who is always ready.

"Dad, this is for you and your mother." Bo Xiaohu put the amulet in Mr. Bo's palm.

Mr. Bo raised his eyebrows and put them on directly. He was not superstitious, but the Bo family did have this origin.

One thing is indeed right.

Jiutai is suitable for taking his class.

Even this road is difficult to take.

But that seems to be the case.

As soon as some people are born, they are doomed to be responsible.

Mr. Bo leaned on the sofa halfway, if Jiu was the kind of sweet princess who knew nothing.

Maybe he will do his best to make her know nothing.

But they were very interested in the small keyboard since they were very young.

Most importantly, she likes it.

Mr. Bo stood up, his eyes deep.

It was because of this figure that Qin Mo dispelled the idea of ​​sending a butler to call Bo Xiaohu 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 hand.

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

However, no.

Watching those snacks brought back from home.

Qin Mo's eyes deepened and reached out to turn off the bedroom lamp.

The wound doesn't want to be treated, and he doesn't even want to sleep.

Probably the jet lag has not been reversed.

You can also see through the moonlight that Qin Mo lying on the bed is like a little prince.

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

"Why should I come back so early."

This idea appeared for a while, and never stopped.

Some things, we want it to develop in this way.

But things are often impermanent.

There are too many things not to be expected.

For the first time, Qin Mo, a young man, knew what insomnia was, but due to his family etiquette, he would not turn it over.

Just a pair of eyes, looking at the location next to it, a little tiger's liking is probably different from his liking.

He likes to monopolize alone.

And she is not.

If this is the case, then everything is meaningless.

Obviously this should be done according to his own personality.

But when I wanted to raise a tiger, I didn't have any problems with personality or personality.

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

Then he taught her slowly.

Having figured this out, Qin Mo decided to chill a little tiger first tomorrow.

She is always disobedient.

Of course, if an active little tiger came over to reconcile him tomorrow, he couldn't be too cold, and he couldn't anger any more, even if he really lost his mind after hearing what William said.

But as long as a little tiger came over to find him to reconcile, there was nothing.

The night gradually gets deeper.

Probably no one thought at that time.

Some things are not done in time.

You may regret it later.

I don't know when the fog started to start outside.

The suitcase Mr. Bo brought up suddenly rang.

This made him, who hadn't fallen asleep, suddenly open his eyes.

There are tracking settings in it, and once you lock the target, it will make a noise.

Without delaying the slightest time, the small suitcase is unlocked, and when opened, it becomes a screen with something like a keyboard underneath.

Slender white fingers just tapped on it twice.

The usual screen was changed, and replaced with the most accurate map of the locked route.

Use the keyboard button to zoom in the map.

That face, which had always been beautiful and evil, was suddenly pale to the extreme.

Mr. Bo, who had always been sure of everything, no longer had the laziness of Dang'erlang, and he didn't even wear his coat. He picked up the suitcase and flew towards the door.

Hearing the sound of the little tiger, he came out and rubbed his eyes and asked, "Dad, where are you going?"

Dad has n’t been out at night.

It's just that in such a hurry, even the back exudes something spoken, never before.

Hearing the voice of Bo Xiaohu, the slender figure paused, then turned around, freed one hand, and rubbed Bo Jiu's head: "I'll pick up Mrs. Bo."

"Mom?" Bo Xiaohu knew that his mom was on a business trip, didn't he say he would come back a few days later?However, it would be great to be able to come back in advance, so that after the father has a mother, he will be able to converge a little. If a mother is with his father, he will not do too dangerous things.

Little Bo Jiu will always remember that day.

Because it was on that day.

The Bo family has undergone tremendous changes.

It's cold outside.

But Mr. Bo did not seem to feel the slightest.

Even when riding a locomotive without any defense, his side face still did not show the slightest expression.

Those eyes seemed to be stained with endless black.

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

Mrs. Bo travels to the city.

This will not be a coincidence.

There can be no such coincidence!

When the old housekeeper received the call from the master, it was in the early morning of the next day. He had never heard the voice of the master, with a cool, no emotion: "You take nine back to the castle."

"Mrs ...." The old housekeeper knew that his wife was on a business trip. The owner once said that he was going to cheat his wife back to the old castle. The lawyer went to talk.

How did you change your mind now?

Mr. Bo stood on the street, with cars everywhere. The sky was still not bright enough, and sporadic lights filled the entire city.

Also in this early morning, a mysterious Oriental carrying a suitcase walked into the most famous dark area of ​​the area.

The black trench coat 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 given to him by the master.

The fog is still there, a vast piece.

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

After hearing the noise downstairs, the thin tiger ears stood upright, and then picked up the small keyboard next to it.

Thought that some hair thief broke in, Bo Xiaohuo also intends to mobilize some of the institutions she made.

After all, the sky outside is not yet bright.

Unexpectedly, what she saw after going downstairs would be Grandpa the housekeeper.

The tail first shook twice, and there was a little puzzlement on the small face: "Grandpa Butler, why are you here?"

"Young Master." The old housekeeper took a step forward, like a British gentleman: "It's urgent, I must take you away immediately."

Bo Xiaohu was awake a lot at once: "Now?"

"Now." The old housekeeper looked around: "Young Master, you can bring one or two of your clothes, not too much. They are all over the castle. I need to go underground to clean things."

Bo Xiaohu saw that the housekeeper grandpa went downstairs, and the rest of the room remained unchanged.

Except for those underground clothes, the housekeeper grandfather burned it in a special way.

The thin little tiger also has less to carry. The small keyboard is held in his arms. The other one is the pendulum placed in the bedroom.

That was taken by Grandpa Ann and Mo, although the indifferent face did not enter, only a pair of hands to take her down.

But the little tiger was still a baby, holding it in his arms all the time, and glanced toward Anjia's side.

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

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

The little tiger shook his tail, thought for a moment, then raised his head and said: "Grandpa Butler, do you have pen and paper."

Treating the young master, the old housekeeper will inevitably be soft-hearted, knowing what she is going to do, and there is no obstruction.

Seeing his little master lying there, he was not very proficient in writing words. The letter had Chinese and English. The writing was not very good. Those who did not understand her did not even understand what she was expressing.

After all, the Chinese characters that Bo Xiaohu could not write were replaced by paintings.

The old housekeeper only saw one sentence: "I won't be skinned anymore. Don't be angry if you are indifferent. I'm going to work hard to make money now and I can buy you later."

The pitted letters were put into the mailbox together with a USB flash drive.

In the misty morning, a little tiger stood like that in front of the mailbox, his ears sagged, and glanced in the direction of the room: "Grandpa Steward, do you say that the little princess will reply me?"

"Sure." The young master of their family is so cute, who can bear the heart without replying.

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

She thought about it countless times.

If that time she did n’t quarrel with her little princess.

After the quarrel, I will never see you again the next day.

There is not even a chance to apologize, which is probably the most regrettable thing.

She wanted to hug that person again.

Even after arriving at the castle, she dreamed about the scene where he held her on a chair and brushed her teeth.

Because she was afraid of her toothache, she controlled the amount of sugar she ate. When she lost her teeth, she would snap a finger at the little tiger with missing teeth.

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

These seem to disappear with the dawn of the sky.

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

Bo Xiaohu saw Mr. Bo who came back in the old castle.

But, only dad alone.

She didn't see her mother's shadow.

The dad who said he wanted to take his mother back was alone.

At that time, the little tiger was still hazy. She thought that her mother was too busy as usual and did not return with her father.

Mr. Bo had blood on his hands, long legs supporting the locomotive prisoner of war, the black trench coat was hunted by the wind, and when he took off the helmet, the whole person gave an indescribable darkness and fatigue.

The old housekeeper's worries were obvious. When I looked at Mr. Bo again, the light from my eyes was different from usual.

Bo Xiaohu held his small keyboard and opened his mouth to cry: "Dad."

Mr. Bo seems to have returned to a little sense of reason, bloody face, slender figure, kneeling on one knee, resting his head on the shoulder of the little tiger, the voice is a bit sandy: "Nine Lord, I'm sorry , I ’m afraid my dad is going to lose his word this time. "

What does it mean?

Bo Xiaohu didn't understand why she was crying, probably because she felt the dad's trembling.

That strange.

Bo Xiaohu didn't ask where his mother went.

She dare not ask.

feel a little scared.

No, not one thing.

Is too scared.

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

She saw many people.

I also saw my dad sneer: "Take them where they should go."

That is a hate.

Unbearable hate.

Also at that time, Bo Xiaohu understood the truth.

At the same time, I am also the most annoying person.

Don't always stand on the moral commanding heights and let people forgive.

It's not a party, just shut up if you don't understand what the party has experienced.

When is it reasonable to destroy people's homes and steal people's things?

She will never forgive anyone who took her things.

Some people hurt others to pretend to be poor or black everywhere.

Do you think he will feel wrong?

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

Or maybe it is triumphant, talking about what you have done.

Heavenly Path should be a reciprocal response.

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

Then it is her own!