Why have you changed your mind now?

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

It was also in such an early morning that a mysterious oriental 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 now the most important thing is to perform the tasks assigned to him by the master.

The fog is still there, a vast area.

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

After hearing the sound downstairs, Bo Xiaohu's ears first stood up, and then picked up the keyboard next to him.

I thought some thief broke in, but Bo Xiaohu planned to launch some mechanisms she made.

After all, it wasn't dawn outside yet.

Unexpectedly, after she went downstairs, she would see Grandpa, the housekeeper.

The tail shook twice at first, and the little face was a little puzzled: "Grandpa Butler, why are you here?"

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

Bo Xiaohu suddenly woke up a lot: "Now?"

"Now." The old butler looked around and said, "Young master, you can bring one or two of your clothes, don't need too many, there are all in the castle. I need to go underground to clean up something."

When Bo Xiao Laohu saw that the butler's grandfather went downstairs, the rest of the things in the room did not change.

Except for the clothes underground, the housekeeper burned them in a special way.

Bo Xiaohu also has few things to hold, so he has to hold the keyboard in his arms, and the other is the pose photo placed in the bedroom before.

It was taken by Grandpa An for her and Momo. Although Momo's face did not enter the country, he only had a pair of hands that wanted to take her down.

But Bo Xiaohu still regarded it as a treasure, kept holding it in his arms like that, and looked at the An family again.

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

The old housekeeper saw his young master's thoughts and his voice lightly said: "Young master, the place we went this time is not suitable for anyone to know. After the settlement is settled, the master will help you contact the An family."

Bo Xiaohu shook his tail, thought for a while, raised his head and said, "Grandpa Butler, do you have any pen and paper?"

When dealing with the young master, the old housekeeper will inevitably be soft-hearted. He knows what she is going to do, but there is no way to stop him.

Seeing her young master lying there, writing inexperiencedly, the letter included Chinese and English, and her writing style was not very good. People who didn't know her didn't even understand what she was expressing.

After all, the Chinese characters that Bo Xiao Laohu can’t write are replaced by drawing.

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

The letters written in the potholes were put into the mailbox together with a USB flash drive.

In the early morning of foggy, a little tiger stood in front of the mailbox, his ears drooping, and he looked in the direction of the room: "Grandpa Butler, do you think the little princess will reply to me?"

"It's definitely." The young master of their family is so cute, who can bear not to reply?

Bo Xiaohu was still a little reluctant to let it go. After getting into the car, he leaned his head against the window and kept looking back.

She has thought countless times.

If only she hadn't had a fight with her little princess that time.

After the quarrel, I never saw each other the next day.

It’s probably the most regrettable thing that doesn’t even have the chance to apologize.

She wanted to hug that person again.

Even after arriving at the castle, she dreamed of the scene where he hugged her in a chair and brushed her teeth.

Because she is afraid of her toothache, she controls the amount of candy she eats. When she loses her teeth, she will snap the little tiger with teeth missing when she smiles.

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

All of these seemed to disappear after dawn.

Because it was also at nine o'clock that morning.

Bo Xiao Laohu saw Mr. Bo returning in the castle.

But, only dad is the only one.

She didn't see her mother.

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

At that time, Bo Xiao Laohu was still in a daze. She thought her mother was as busy as usual and did not come back with her dad.

Mr. Bo's hands were bleeding, his long legs were supporting the motorcycle prisoner. His black windbreaker was blown by the wind. When he took off his helmet, he gave people an indescribable darkness and fatigue.

The old housekeeper's concern was obvious. When he looked at Mr. Bo again, the light in his eyes was different from usual.

Bo Xiao Laohu held his own keyboard and opened his mouth and shouted: "Dad."

Mr. Bo then seemed to have returned to a trace of reason, with a bloody face and a slender figure, kneeled on one knee, and pressed his head on Bo Xiaohu's shoulder, his voice a little sad: "Jiu Master, I'm sorry, I'm afraid my dad will make a mistake this time."

What does it mean to be absent?

Bo Xiao Laohu didn't understand why she cried, probably because she felt her dad's trembling slightly.

That's so strange.

Bo Xiao Laohu didn't ask where his mother was going.

She dared not ask.

A little scared.

No, not one.

I'm too scared.

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

She met many people.

I also saw my father sneering coldly: "Send them to where they should go."

That's a kind of hatred.

An unforgettable hatred.

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

At the same time, it is also the most annoying person.

Don’t always stand on the moral high ground and let others forgive you.

If you are not the party involved, shut up if you don’t understand what the party involved has experienced.

When will the people who destroy other people's families and steal other people's things still make sense?

She will never forgive the person who takes her things.

Some people have harmed others to pretend to be pitiful or black people everywhere.

Do you think he feels wrong?

Not, they are just afraid that their image will be damaged.

Or maybe he is proud and tells what he has done.

The way of heaven should be the retribution for reincarnation.

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