President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

There is no signal at all, and the door lock is so tight that it cannot be opened at all.

A few big men were imprisoned here in a somewhat comical way, unable to get out, there was no way at all.

Ye Anan leaned aside with her head raised, looking at Quan Tingmo's gloomy face, she pouted.

This place is not comparable to that castle. The so-called network manipulation can be done by himself in less than 5 minutes, but he cannot reveal his identity.

I can only sit here, and I don't know where Mommy was taken by them.

After half an hour like this, the keyhole was gently turned, and finally a few London policemen walked in.

Ye Ananteng stood up suddenly, and the leader went up to greet Quan Tingmo, who seemed to know him.

"Daddy Quan, what's going on?"

Isn't there no signal?How did you call the police?

"I informed the police early in the morning, just in case, and it really came in handy." Gong Ming hugged Ye An'an and explained with a blank expression.

She patted his back lightly with her hand, almost trying to appease his anxiety just now.

They got into the police car, and a few hours later, they were told that Ye Wanwan had returned to China.

"The latest flight information shows that they returned home a few hours ago."

Everything seemed to be a grand joke. Ye Anan was sitting in the first-class cabin, resting his head on his elbows, looking at the sunset glow revealing the golden edge, the rare good weather in London, after a heavy rain.

Ye An'an fell asleep in a daze. He had a very weird dream. He dreamed of the man who competed with him a few days ago.

He couldn't see his face clearly, but they seemed to be competing again, this time attacking a firewall, he lost, he lost badly, and was ruthlessly ridiculed.

He almost woke up with his fists clenched. He saw the dim yellow light in his eyes, and the light and shadow spread out from a standing person, who was smoothing out the little curly hair on his head with his hands.

With such a familiar face, Ye Anan's eyes widened all of a sudden. After making sure that he saw the right person, he got up with both feet and went straight into Ye Wanwan's arms.

"Mommy, where have you been?"

Ye An'an put her arms around Ye Wanwan's neck, and got out of her arms after a while, staring at her thoughtfully, as if asking if she was injured.

Ye Wanwan smiled, and didn't go back to Ye Anan's question, but gently pinched his soft face with her hands.

"You are getting more and more courageous. You even dared to run to London alone. When Quan Tingmo told me, I was scared to death. What if I get lost?"

The tone was a little angry, God knows how frightened she was when she just found out the news.

Knowing that Ye Wanwan was angry, Ye An'an immediately became obedient, and stuck to Ye Wanwan's body like a sloth, with a coquettish tone: "I'm very smart, how can it be difficult for me to go so far, but I Make sure there will be no next time, Mommy, don't be angry."

Ye Wanwan was so tempered by Ye An'an, she smiled helplessly, and was about to say something when she heard the little guy ask.

"Mum, how did you come back? Did that bad uncle do anything to hurt you?"

Ye Wanwan thought of the back view of Quan Tingxuan's last departure, showing loneliness and full restraint. Up to now, she still has lingering fears when she thinks of what happened that night, but it is impossible for her to tell a child about such a thing.

Shaking his head: "No, he sent me back."