The real boss is the pet of the wealthy small group

Although Meng Bao was a little scared, the eight villains were approaching little by little, and she couldn't help but flinch.

Meng Bao's face was tense, he clenched his fists, and walked out a little stiffly.

Then, bow to the bad guys.

Master said, it is polite to bow to each other before fighting.

Eight bad guys: ? ? ?

The prince was suddenly pushed back behind the oil painting by Meng Bao, and then hit him with a severe headache. It was only after he reacted that he realized what had happened.

That cute little model not only knows how to train others, but also likes to be brave!

So small, not even reaching his shoulders, yet he dared to protect him without shame!

Although this courage is barely commendable, but... the skills of those eight people are not simple. Since his parents' accident, he has been practicing karate hard to strengthen his physique, but he is not his opponent at all.

Even escaping is a bit powerless, and danger is everywhere.

Prince Ivan originally wanted to be single, and he still had important things to do, so he didn't want to be caught by the bad guys...

But how can a man let a girl charge forward.

Hey, there is no way, we can only fight.

Prince Ivan was about to rush out when he suddenly heard a clear, pleasant and slightly immature male voice from outside.

"So you are here."

Several scoundrels turned their heads and saw that he was a boy with a dignified temperament and an extraordinary appearance. When he spoke French, he seemed very calm and elegant, so he didn't dare to underestimate him.

But they don't understand French very well, so they ask in English: "What did you say?"

The boy answered in English fluently: "I mean, my sister is looking at oil paintings inside. Children are very curious and want to see everything."

While explaining in a gentle manner, he continued to wave to Meng Bao: "Let's go, we want to see oil paintings. Let's go to the Louvre, which is not far away. There are many more beautiful works of art there, and our family is still waiting for us." Woolen cloth."

Several villains were sent to kill Prince Ivan, and they came from the country where the sun never sets.

Being well-informed, they quickly came to a conclusion that this boy must be a child of a French nobleman.

The girl standing in the corner is also good-looking and has an excellent temperament.

One more thing is worse than one less thing. There is no need to provoke children from noble families.

So the eight people stuck to the wall to get out of the way so that Mengbao could pass.

It's Master!

Meng Bao happily looked at Han Ziqian who was not far away, his big eyes sparkling.

Although she didn't understand what Master said later, she still understood when Master waved to her.

In Meng Bao's eyes, although Master was a bit worse than her in fighting, he was still very powerful. Out of trust, she ran to Han Ziqian's side cooperatively.

"Don't look back, follow me." Han Ziqian said in Chinese with a low voice.

Meng Bao obeyed.

After walking a few steps, the police siren sounded, and the villains were already guilty. After looking at each other, they hurriedly fled out of the alley.

But halfway through their escape, they were surrounded by the police and arrested.

"Make a surprised expression." Han Ziqian whispered to Meng Bao again.

Then he was also possessed by the actor, and watched the villains being taken away in shock.

Lemon Bao looked at Han Ziqian with his head, and followed suit with his eyes and mouth wide open.

Although the acting skills are very exaggerated, you can still see a "surprised" look.

Several villains passed by in handcuffs, looked at the "scared" "brother and sister", and completely dispelled their suspicion.

How could it be that they called the police to see how they frightened the child.

Seeing that the bad guys were all taken away, Meng Bao asked puzzledly, "Master, why should we pretend to be surprised?"

Han Ziqian said, "In order not to let them find out, we called the police."

Meng Bao: "But we didn't call the police."

Han Ziqian: "I reported."

Meng Bao was stunned for a moment, then applauded desperately: "Master is so amazing!"

"Lemon Treasure."

Han Ziqian's tone became colder, he pursed his lips, and his perfect jawline became sharper.

Meng Bao stood at attention subconsciously, and shouted: "Here!"

Han Ziqian held back his smile, and continued to say solemnly: "Not everything needs to be resolved by force, but you can use it here."

He pointed to his head.

"Oh." Meng Bao agreed, and said honestly, "There are too many people, and I feel like I can't beat them. If Master didn't use this place, Meng Bao might be finished today."

Meng Bao also poked his own little head.

This cute appearance is like a little sun, which makes Han Ziqian see that winter is coming and spring is coming, and the frost is melting.

Han Ziqian also stretched out his hand, and poked Meng Bao's head unceremoniously: "You must remember."

The force he used was light, like a feather passing over his head, Meng Bao giggled, stood up straighter, and saluted: "Yes! Master!"

Behind him, Prince Ivan came out.

He expressed his gratitude to Meng Bao and Han Ziqian in English.

Meng Bao is like listening to birdsong.

Oh no, she can understand the birdsong now, but she really doesn't understand a single word that Prince Ivan said.

Seeing her confused face, Prince Ivan was very surprised.

Isn't she Asian?The second foreign language is usually English, why is it that she speaks French so well, but doesn't understand English at all?

Prince Ivan thought for a while and asked, "Are you half-French? You grew up in France?"

If so, the fact that she only knows French makes sense.

Meng Bao didn't understand, so he quickly asked Master for help in Chinese: "Master, Master, what is a French half-breed?"

Han Ziqian told her: "It's your father or mother, not all of them are Chinese, one of them is French."

Meng Bao asked again: "Master, which one is French, my father or my mother?"

Han Ziqian shook his head: "None."

"Neither of them..." Meng Bao muttered to himself, "Then how could I be of mixed race? That's right, Master, are you French?"

Just after asking, Mengbao immediately thought of the answer: "No, no, it would be too hard for Master to give birth to Mengbao at the age of three. Mengbao should not be born by Master, so no matter whether Master is French or not, Mengbao is not Mixed race."

The corner of Han Ziqian's mouth twitched slightly: "Meng Bao, you are so polite, I thank you."

The sincere Meng Bao waved his hands again and again: "It is necessary to be polite to Master, and I didn't say anything just now, no thanks, no thanks."

"Lemon Treasure."

Han Ziqian suddenly called out again.

"Hey!" Meng Bao happily agreed.

Han Ziqian looked at Meng Bao with his beautiful eyes, and his tone was very serious.

"Mengbao, remember, don't be brave when you encounter danger in the future."

"Because—nothing is more important than yourself."

"You are the most precious, understand?"