The real boss is the pet of the wealthy small group

The white dove said again, "Look at that beautiful boy, how elegant he looks, like a prince."

Gray Grid flicked his wings: "What kind of prince, where is the prince from Paris? I think he escaped in a mess."

The white pigeon was a little angry: "Why are you so indifferent, hum!"

The gray pigeon said helplessly: "It's not that I'm indifferent, we're just pigeons, we can't do much."

"Well, sorry to interrupt..."

Meng Bao raised his face and joined the topic.

He suddenly heard someone talking, but he understood it. The white dove was so frightened that it fluttered its wings and was about to run away.

But the gray dove was calmer. It protected the white dove behind and asked Meng Bao, "Can you understand us?"

Lemon Bao: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Gray Dove: "Are you talking to us?"

Lemon Bao: "Yes, yes!"

Seeing Meng Bao's soft voice and his cute size, the white pigeon became more courageous.

It sticks out its small head from behind the gray pigeon: "What do you want to tell us?"

Meng Bao said: "I want to ask, what does the little boy you said just now look like a prince, what does he look like?"

The white pigeon tilted its head and thought for a while: "He looks extremely noble, wearing a neat little black suit..."

The gray pigeon corrected: "His clothes have been torn by bad guys, so they are not straight anymore!"

"Okay, okay." Meng Bao continued to ask, "What does he look like?"

The white dove replied, "He looks very, very good-looking!"

Seeing that his companion couldn't grasp the point, the gray pigeon added: "That little boy is about two heads taller than you, with blond hair, olive green eyes, and a light brown tear mole at the end of his eyes."

The white dove exclaimed: "My God, you even saw a tear mole on him!"

The gray dove said proudly: "Of course, who told me that I have good eyesight!"

"Thank you!"

Meng Bao thanked him and ran away.

She found Mr. Milo: "Uncle Barbie, is the Prince Ivan you're talking about golden-haired, with olive-green eyes and a mole at the end of his eye?"

"Correct."

Meng Bao was right, and Mr. Milo was not very surprised. Prince Ivan also attended some important occasions in the country where the sun never sets, and his appearance was not a secret.

Mr. Milo was full of worries. The prince hadn't been seen from his show, so he didn't have time to ask how he knew Prince Ivan's lemon treasure, which he had just heard about for the first time today.

At this time, another bodyguard came to look for Mr. Milo.

Hearing what the bodyguard whispered in his ear, Mr. Miller turned pale with fright, and walked away quickly with him.

Just about to tell Mr. Milo that he has the whereabouts of the prince, Meng Bao stood there thinking for a while, gritted his teeth, turned around and ran back to the dressing room.

"Little pigeon, little pigeon, the man you are talking about is a prince, a real prince! Can you take me to find him?"

The white dove was so excited that it opened its beak wide and fluttered its wings: "Look, look, there is a prince here!"

"Okay, that's not the point." The gray pigeon looked at Meng Bao carefully, "Can you save the prince by yourself?"

"Of course it can!" Meng Bao tried to raise his chest and clenched his fists, trying to make himself look more reliable.

The adults seemed very busy, and the prince was in danger, so Meng Bao decided to save it by himself.

Meng Bao is very powerful, even the master can win, and he will definitely save the prince.

The prince can't be in danger, he still has to find the princess, and then live happily with the princess.

"Meng Bao is super fierce and fierce!" Meng Bao gritted his teeth and waved his little hands like a little tiger.

The little white pigeon immediately believed it: "Then let's go quickly."

The gray pigeon hesitated for a moment, and was willing to trust Meng Bao once more: "You come out through the back door, and we will guide you!"

At this time, Meng Bao had already changed back into her clothes, and the backstage was in a mess because she was looking for the prince, and no one noticed the sound of her leaving quietly.

Meng Bao pushed open the back door, poked his head out, and saw two little pigeons had already stopped on the window sill by the door, waiting for her.

One person and two pigeons speed through the streets and alleys of Paris.

"Go straight."

"Turn left at that fork."

"After two intersections, turn right here, and the prince is hiding at the end of this road."

Under the guidance of the pigeons, Meng Bao soon came to a small road.

At the end of the path is a high wall. In front of the wall, someone has discarded a large oil painting.

The oil painting is much taller than Meng Bao, leaning against the wall like that.

Where is the prince?

Meng Bao tilted his head to look at the clear path, and suddenly thought of something, walked to the side of the oil painting, and "snap" his head to look in.

Behind the oil painting, there is indeed a person hidden!

According to the legend, the elegant, noble, and good-looking prince was wearing a neat little suit. At this moment, his coat had been torn several times, and the shirt inside was also covered with dust. His face looked like a kitten.

Just a disgraced, panicked little boy.

Iwan was so frightened by Meng Bao that his body trembled, and he knocked his head on the hard oil painting board. On his already "colorful" face, there was another bruise that was knocked out immediately.

Meng Bao looked at the prince with sympathy and apology, grinning in pain and gasping.

After recovering, the prince lowered his voice: "Why are you?"

The prince recognized at a glance that this was the little model wearing the grandma's crown.

The prince knew her?

Meng Bao felt strange, but she didn't have time to ask more, but she was a little angry: "You child, why are you running around? Everyone is looking for you and worrying about you, you know that!"

Mr. Milo was so anxious that the uncle bodyguards were about to cry, all because the prince ran out quietly.

The prince was silent.

He was scolded by a child for the first time, and that child called him a child in an "old-fashioned way".

The little girl spoke French, which he understood and, by chance, spoke.

He said coldly: "Child, I didn't run around. I have important things to do."

The word "child" is deliberately biting heavily.

Meng Bao said bluntly: "But now you are being chased by the bad guys, and if they catch you, you won't be able to do anything."

This prince is really, not very powerful, but also wants to run around.

Thinking about it, Meng Bao shook his head: "What a worry-free child."

The prince was speechless, the little guy in front of him actually disliked him!

Meng Bao waved his hand: "Okay, don't talk, you are lucky, there are no bad guys here, I will protect you, take you back, don't run around..."

Unfortunately, "luck" is very short-lived.

Say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, talk about the bad guys, and the bad guys will come!

Meng Bao, who has keen hearing, sensed the sound of footsteps, and quickly pushed the prince back behind the oil painting.

"Don't come out, Meng Bao will beat the bad guys away!"

"Boom!"

There was another impact and the prince's forced inhalation.

Meng Bao: "..." If you hit him well, you should teach him a lesson.

At the intersection, the villains saw Meng Bao.

A little girl stood alone in the alley, looking very suspicious, so they walked in.

One two three four five...

Meng Bao counted in his heart, there were eight people in total.

Eight adults deal with a child, they are really shy.

However, a new problem also came.

Eight tall and burly adults, can they win by themselves?

It seems difficult.

Meng Bao: What should I do, I'm a little scared (?°?°?)