Chapter 847

The engine sends out the dense fog, the motorcycle from the street intersection quickly to the distance, only ten seconds, the motorcycle has disappeared.

At this time, even if people want to chase, they can't, how can they run fast with their feet.

Looking at the child being carried away, he disappeared. Chang Xia's whole body strength was lost, and he knelt down on the ground as if he had lost his soul. It can't be true, can it? The baby's gone? Just now the child in my arms disappeared. Chang Xia thinks anxiously and flurriedly that the whole person seems to be suffering in an oil pot in hell.

Eyes have been red circle, tears are big drops of drop down, dry street surface is often summer tears to wet, desolate and sad breath spread in the air.

The surrounding people surrounded Chang Xia. They wanted to comfort him, but they didn't know what to say. Ning Ke'er is catching up now. She knows from the situation that the child has not been taken back. She is also very sad in her heart, but the first thing she responds to is to call the police quickly and make a phone call. In addition, she contacts Ling Ge and Qi Qian to let them know.

After finishing this work, I'd rather take a hand on Chang Xia's shoulder.

"Xiao Xia, it's OK, it's OK, the child has nothing to do, we can definitely get the child back." Ning Ke'er comforted her sentence by sentence. In fact, she was also very flustered. She knew the importance of the child to Chang Xia, and the child was lost. To some extent, Ning Ke'er also felt responsible. If she hadn't offered to return the bag to the hospital for examination, the child wouldn't have been lost this morning.

In addition, since she came out with Chang Xia, Ning Ke'er should find more bodyguards to protect her safety. As a result, when she left the hospital, Ning Ke'er was careless and didn't let the bodyguards follow her. Only in this way can the gangsters have a chance. Ningke'er's heart is full of guilt. Seeing that Chang Xia's face is full of tears, she is also very uncomfortable.

Bursts of crying, like broken strings, and as the sad song of the desolate lark. Chang Xia's cry has spread all over the street, and people around her gather around. People who know or don't know can feel Chang Xia's sadness, and even several aunts come out to help comfort her.

But Chang Xia's cry has been going on, she is not a coward, but now she appears so weak, as if a gust of wind can blow her down. The child is her spiritual support. It's obvious that the child is held by herself. As a result, she lost the child if she didn't look after it.

Chang Xia doesn't know what to do next. Without her child, how should she explain to Qi Qian? Qi Qian will be very angry then, right? And what will happen to children? Why did the gangsters rob the children? All the troubles and worries surged up in her mind, and she choked with anxiety, as if she might die at any time.

"Summer..." a clear and beautiful man's voice rang out in his ears. This voice is familiar. Chang Xia can distinguish it from Qi Qian's voice.

Just about to look up, Chang Xia ushered in a warm embrace. Qi Qian lowered his body and held Chang Xia tightly. His embrace is very warm and powerful, just like a big tree that can be relied on. The tired passers-by will feel no fatigue when they rely on it.

Chang Xiayi is in Qi Qian's arms. At that moment, the surging troubles reverberate in his mind and disappear. It seems that as long as this man is around him, everything can survive.

Chang Xia raised her head from his arms, her eyes were red, and tears made several dry marks on her face. Looking at him, Chang Xia said in a sad voice: "my child, our child is gone... Sorry, sorry."

Apart from being sorry, Chang Xia really doesn't know what to say. She's sorry for Qi Qian. It's clear that both she and Qi Qian are trying their best to take care of their children. It's clear that they both put so much attention on their children, but the child is lost because of her mistake.

Qi Qian didn't blame Chang Xia. For him, children are important, but they will never be more important than Chang Xia. In addition, he never thought that the child would disappear in vain because he could find it again.

"Xia, believe me, I promise you that you will get the child back. Don't blame yourself or feel sad."

"Qi Qian..."

"Well behaved, go back to rest first now, I promise you that I can let you see the child tomorrow, OK?" Qi Qian's voice is soft and soft when he speaks, which makes people feel as soft as cotton and pure as snow. And his voice also has such a magic power that any anxious person can calm down no matter how sad and sad he is.

Chang Xia believes that Qi Qian is a man who can do what he says. There are endless possibilities in him. He is the king above. If he says he can find a child, he will find it.

"I believe it, Qi Qian. You must find the child."

"Don't worry, I will."

Later, Qi Qian arranged for Ning Ke'er to help bring Chang Xia back to the Lingjia mansion, and then he began to search the baby.

An hour later, the office building of Lingshi group, a conference room on the sixty sixth floor, has a cold decoration style, monotonous art illustrations are hung on the wall, and four men are sitting around the central round table. They are the four successors of a city.

Wearing a white shirt and a pair of black trousers, Qi Qian looked serious, and his features exuded a cold breath that seemed to engulf people. The other three successors were also serious. The reason why they appeared here was that Qi Qian worried everyone. Baby Chang xiqian was snatched by accident, which has shocked the four heirs. Since then, Qi Qian no longer cares about the usual indifference and invites the three heirs to help. Naturally, Luo, Mo, and Ling will not help. They are either brothers or benefactors with Qi Qian. They are all willing to help. At this time, after a short meeting of more than 10 minutes, the four successors have begun to mobilize the staff of enterprises to search for coverage in city a, and also contacted the government departments and media organizations to help. A city seems to set off a search storm. Qi Qian is not in a good mood. After discussing the search strategy with several successors, he handed it over to Ling Ge for implementation. Now he is sitting in the office chair, and his spirit is very decadent. Mo Yang saw Qi Qian's listlessness and came to comfort him: "don't worry, Qian. Are we afraid we can't find a child? "Nephew Qian, Ji Ren has his own natural appearance. He will certainly save the day."