The billionaire dad is the president

Song Jiajia murmured unconsciously over and over again, his body stiffened and his eyes widened as he stared at the darkness all over the world.I don't know how long it has been like this, but he sighed in vain, stretched out his long arms, and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly, using his own body temperature to warm the person who has no temperature in his arms...

In the darkness, every sound is clear.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Gu Sumo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Song Jiajia's breathing gradually calm down.

His back was so cold that it was numb, and he didn't feel the slightest bit, but the warmth in his arms warmed his whole heart.

"It would be great if you were always so obedient." He lowered his head and touched Song Jiajia's face over and over again: "When I first met you, your eyes were deeply imprinted in my heart. I really want to think of you as those women, but I can't help but think of it every time."

Finally found her eyes, he touched them gently, his voice had lost its original clearness and indifference, it was hoarse, and each word was full of affection: "What kind of cup did you pour for me..."

Youyou sighed softly, and spread out in the cold space.

Gradually, Gu Sumo only felt that his mind was getting heavier and heavier, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his whole body was so cold that he couldn't feel anything.Finally unable to support herself, she hugged the sleeping Song Jiajia and fell into a coma.

In Gu Sumo's villa, at this moment, there was a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere.

In the study room where Gu Sumo often works, a man is sitting behind a large mahogany desk.

The handsome facial features, the statue-like condensed temperament, and the powerful aura make people unable to help but give birth to a heart of worship.Eyebrows tucked into the temples, eyes flying, straight nose, cool thin lips, and straight chin, all revealing a cold air.

Opposite him, Song Jin frowned slightly.On the sofa, the butler embraced the sleeping Zhazha. Although his face was kind, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Lin Mo stood beside the butler, quietly looking at the man behind the desk.

"It's been six days." He said lightly, with a metal-like texture in his voice: "Gu Sumo was missing for four days before you informed me, shouldn't I be happy, at least when you have no other choice, you will still think of it. I?"

The housekeeper was afraid of making a noise, so he said softly: "Master Mu calm down. The most urgent thing now is to find the fourth young master as soon as possible. I am really worried that something will happen to him."

Mu Cheng put down his crossed legs and stood up. His figure as straight as a javelin made him look more like an unsheathed sword.He stared at Song Jin, his voice was neither urgent nor slow, neither sullen nor angry, but it made people feel chills: "Song Jin, help me tell Mr. Song that if there is something wrong with Gu Sumo, don't blame me, Mu Cheng, for being cruel."

Song Jin rubbed her forehead: "Mu Da is the head of the family, and the old man has already sent someone out to look for it. It's better not to involve our two families in the trouble caused by Song Lin?"

He is now more popular than Mucheng, and Mr. Song always loves Song Lin as a treasure in his heart. Even if Song Lin does this kind of thing this time, the already tense relationship between the Gu family and the Song family will be even more tense. Looking at Song Lin, even he doesn't know where Song Lin is hidden now.

However, he was entrusted with the task of mediating this disaster, as if this kind of thing was what he should do as an illegitimate child.

It was Mu Cheng who gave him a cold snort.

"Song, if it wasn't for the sake of you saving the young master, I would have killed you with one shot!"

Lin Mo's eyes were red. Although he deliberately lowered his voice, he still woke up Zha Zha.

Zha Zha blinked, tugged at the corner of Lin Mo's clothes, and whispered, "Uncle Lin, you are angry with Uncle Song again. Don't be like this, okay? Mommy said that people who like to be angry get old quickly."

Lin Mo slowly lowered his hand holding the handle of the gun, his eyes seemed to be full of water, sighed dejectedly, and strode outside.

Zha Zha looked up at Mu Cheng, he was no stranger to this man who looked very similar to his father.He knew that they were Daddy's cousins, his uncle, and his uncle told him that Daddy got lost while going to play with Mommy...

He knew it wasn't like that.

Everyone is looking for daddy and mommy without telling him, Uncle Lin Mo is angry every day, the housekeeper grandpa often stands in front of the window and sighs, Uncle Song runs to the villa every day, uncle has not had a rest for several days...

He knew that Daddy and Mummy must be in danger.But he promised Mommy that he would be a sensible little prince, so that Mommy would praise him when he came back, so he wouldn't marry Uncle Song again, right?

Although Uncle Song is nice and gentle, his favorite thing is his daddy.

He blinked his eyes, and the tears poured back into his stomach, a little man can't cry, Mommy said...

He jumped off the butler's leg, ran to Mu Cheng's side, hugged his thigh, his big round eyes were full of hope: "Uncle, Daddy and Mommy will definitely come back, right? They won't leave the scum behind Doesn't it matter?"

Mu Cheng held him in his arms, rubbed his little head lovingly, his eyes became gentle: "Don't worry, Daddy and Mommy will be back soon, huh?"

"Yeah!" Zha Zha hugged his neck tightly, choking with sobs: "Uncle, Zha Zha really misses Mommy and Daddy..."

"Well, Uncle knows." Mu Cheng glanced at Song Jin, everything was tacitly understood, he walked to the bedroom with the dregs in his arms, and Song Jin drove out of the villa again.

The butler's cell phone rang suddenly.

It's Lin Mo.

"Uncle Guan! Young master... there is news!"

Half awake and half asleep, Song Jiajia smelled blood

very thick.

A wave of heat flowed down the esophagus into her body, relieving her thirst that had lasted for many days.In front of her eyes, it seemed that Gu Sumo was holding a large glass of water and handed it to her, smiling brighter than a flower, and said something that made her feel nauseous: "Hey, drink more, you won't feel uncomfortable when you're full..."

She obediently sipped the rim of the cup like a cow, and drank greedily. The water was a bit fishy and salty... She thought, the water quality was too bad.

The strong smell of blood constantly stimulated her nerves, and she vomited. In the dream, Gu Sumo forced the cup to her mouth, coaxing gently: "Drink more, drink more..."

She pushed back, but Gu Sumo didn't let go.She was so overwhelmed by the smell of blood that she began to cough, retched, coughed and coughed, and finally woke up.

In vain, she recalled that she and Gu Sumo were still buried underground.

In the past few days, she was hungry, thirsty and caught a cold. She had no strength, and her head was heavy as if she would die in the next moment.

Before falling asleep, Gu Sumo repeated what she said every day before falling asleep in the past few days: "It's okay, just sleep for a while, and when you wake up, we will be saved."