220: C220 The Young Master Couldn't Calm down Any Longer!

C220 The Young Master Couldn't Calm down Any Longer!

Bo Qian's face darkened at first, then it turned black. Finally, it turned black into the bottom of the pot.1

His hand, which was frozen in midair, slowly clenched into a fist.

The butler almost raised both of his hands and squatted by the corner. "Young master, I, I am, I am doing this for the sake of your health. I, I am doing this out of good intentions!"

Bo Qian gritted his teeth hard.

His eyes stared fiercely at the butler's face. "I will remember it!"

After saying that, he walked out of the door expressionlessly.

Very quickly, the butler heard the white haired tiger's howl. The butler silently raised his hand and covered his face, pretending as if he didn't hear anything.

Wait! After the miserable cry passed, the butler hurriedly ran downstairs.

In the living room, the white haired tiger held its head with its two large claws and pulled it to the ground, not moving at all.

The butler was shocked. He was afraid that his young master would lose all the hair on the white haired tiger's head in a fit of anger! He hurriedly rushed over and grabbed his two claws. Then, he shockingly saw the originally smooth white fur on the white haired tiger's head. For some reason, it had turned into a ball of Curly Hair! Furthermore, it was messy and messy. At first glance, it looked like a bunch of weeds!

The white haired tiger raised its head and let out a miserable howl.

The butler could not bear to look straight at it. His eyes were teary as he rubbed the white haired tiger's head. "Be good. You have received treatment that you should not have at this age. Don't worry, I will add two drumsticks to you tonight."

"Awoo."

The white haired tiger stretched out its two claws in pain and covered the Curly Hair on its head.

As a color-controlled white haired tiger, it really attached great importance to the thick, silky hair on its head!

When the butler saw that it was so sad, he said in a stifled voice, "What the heck, remember this. Our young master finally fell in love with a girl. Sacrificing a few strands of hair doesn't matter. Besides, come, come, come. Let me take a look." The butler grabbed the white haired tiger's head and looked around. He nodded his head in affirmation." Besides, look at you. You changed your hairstyle by chance. His eyes lit up."

The white haired tiger waved his hand away and continued to cover his hair sadly.

Even if he said nonsense, it depended on whether he believed it or not.

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After Bo Qian had beaten up the white haired tiger, he drove out to relieve his boredom.

Up until now, Mu Shinian had only bought him two gifts. If he asked what the taste of the mango cake was, how should he answer? What brand was that mango cake? If he went to buy them now, would he still have time? If he transported it back from overseas, he only needed to hide it from Mu Shinian these few days, right?

Bo Qian held a baseball pole and stood beside the billiard ball with a thoughtful look on his face.

Doing so seemed to be the most correct way.

His cousin raised his hand and poked his arm. "What's wrong with you? You've been absent-minded all day."

Bo Qian slapped his hand off and picked up the cue stick. After a few moves, he threw the rest of the balls into the hole.

His cousin whistled loudly. "I didn't see it. I haven't played for so long, but your skills are still so good."

Bo Qian sat on the sofa and casually picked up a bottle of beer. He opened it and took two sips. He said sarcastically, "It's because your skills are too weak."

His cousin grimaced. "Your mouth is still so vicious. If you are like this, you won't be able to win the hearts of girls."

Bo Qian sneered and did not mind at all.

His cousin threw the bat on the table and asked curiously,

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