Chapter 880

The little guy pursed his mouth and drooped his eyelids. Thin blood vessels appeared on his delicate and transparent eyelids. He whispered: "Dad is not here, I want to go to him, but my aunt doesn't take me, so I ran away secretly. Will you take me to Dad, Qiao Qiao?"

With that, he raised his head again. His big eyes were black and white, clear and innocent. Nanqiao could not refuse.

But thinking that his aunt might still be looking for him, Nanqiao squatted down and looked at him, "wait, you're not good, aunt will worry about you."

Looking at the serious face of Nanqiao, the little guy lowered his head and twisted his fingers.

Nanqiao realized that his tone was a little heavy, and he was inexplicably remorseful.

What the hell! Why does she have this strange psychology towards Rong Zhiyi and Ying muyao's son! When her son died, Rong Zhiyi's two children were born prematurely.

God is really unfair!

South Bridge put away full of self mockery, looking at the little guy's face, but how also fierce not up, inexplicable, she put a soft voice: "aunt and you where separated?"

"I don't know," he said in a childish voice

"How long have you been standing here?"

"I don't know."

South Bridge

Nanqiao was quite helpless. Looking back, he said to Gu Liusha and Tang Jin, "let's help my younger brother find his aunt first."

They nodded, "OK."

Nanqiao stands up and plans to go to the broadcasting room of the supermarket to ask the staff to help find the little guy's aunt.

Just got up, the little guy grabbed her hand, shriveled mouth way: "wait, don't go, want to find dad."

Nanqiao frowned, "no..."

Before he finished speaking, the little guy's tears rolled down from his big eyes. Nanqiao felt that his brain was going to explode for a moment, and he had no reason to panic.

The next second, Nanqiao felt countless lines of sight, looking to this side, her whole person is not good.

The little guy cried and said: "wait, I want my father, I want my father..."

Nanqiao see his tears more flow more fierce, quickly squat down began to coax, "good good, don't look for aunt to look for father."

She reluctantly took out her mobile phone and turned to the familiar number that had been covered with dust for a long time. She didn't know if the number still existed. She hadn't dialed it for three years.

Nanqiao takes a deep breath and presses the dial.

"Hello." Men familiar with the low voice, Nanqiao blood with the coagulation moment.

She had a dry throat and pursed the corners of her lips before she said, "where are you?"

There seems to be a little bit of noise over there. I don't know where it is. He said, "in social intercourse, what are you doing?"

Nanqiao said in a low voice: "I met your son in the supermarket. A man said he wanted to find you. You come to pick him up."

"I can't leave. You take it first. I'll come to you when I'm scattered." The man dropped the word and hung up.

Nanqiao heard a series of busy sounds, and she was stunned

Let her take care of the children? Ying muyao, are you fuckin 'wrong!

Nanqiao is about to blow up. He called again. It just rang, and then - Hello, the number you dialed is on the line.

South Bridge

Yes, hang up her phone, he is not afraid of her leaving his son here?!

South Bridge chest is about to burn up, gas of stare big eyes, low Mou see a little guy, she found that she really won't put so small just left here.

So Nanqiao took three children to go shopping.

At the end of the shelf, Ying muyao leaned against her, holding her mobile phone in her hand, watching the woman walk away, her eyes astringed, and she crossed a clean line.