Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

When Xin Miaomiao heard this, it sounded like this, but she still wanted to go home. If she didn't go back so late, her family would be worried.

"I still want to go back, my mother is going to worry." Xin Miaomiao said.

"Then I can't decide this either. He's back, so you can tell him." Lu Hanfan shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be helpless.

Rather than saying that Xin Miaomiao was kidnapped, it might be better to say that she came along on her own initiative. If she really ran away, it would not be impossible for her to escape. After all, Lu Hanfan did not really treat her like a hostage.

She didn't want to leave by herself.

She felt that she owed Mo Ziqi, as a person who dared to act, since she made a mistake, she must have the courage to bear the mistake.

The two went back after walking around for a few laps. Xin Miaomiao was obviously different from before. She was a little preoccupied, and twitched her two small curved eyebrows from time to time, with a very melancholy look.

Although Mo Ziqi and Xin Miaomiao had some grievances, Lu Hanfan never thought that Mo Ziqi would really do anything to her, otherwise with his ruthless temper, Xin Miaomiao should have died last time, but Not bouncing around like now.

He thought, maybe Mo Ziqi didn't know how to deal with Xin Miaomiao at all.

He also liked this little girl very much. Seeing her preoccupied appearance, he felt a little unbearable, so he took out the confiscated mobile phone and returned it to her, saying, "Call your family."

"Huh?" Xin Miaomiao turned her head, with a look of surprise on her face, but immediately burst into laughter, stepped forward to hug Lu Hanfan firmly, and jumped up and down twice: "Thank you, Uncle, you are really kind .”

"Damn it, uncle?" Lu Hanfan was still in a daze at the little girl's embrace, but when he heard her address later, he almost vomited blood and died.

He is indeed seven or eight years older than her, but he hasn't reached the uncle's generation yet, right?

He looked down at the little girl who had already taken her mobile phone and happily went to make a call. He could only shake his head helplessly. Forget it, uncle is uncle. If such a little girl called him brother, he would feel a little stressed.

After all, in a sense, the word brother is really ambiguous.

Xin Miaomiao took the phone and called Yang Rong. When Yang Rong received the call, the police in the room were investigating and waiting for a ransom call from the "kidnapper".

When Xin Miaomiao's phone rang, Yang Rong was so nervous that she almost fainted, but Xin Ziwen couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the phone and connected it first, and yelled at the phone: "Who are you? Don't hurt Miao Miao, do you want money? We will give it no matter how much, as long as you don’t hurt Miao Miao.”

"..." Xin Miaomiao held the phone, and the smile on the corner of her mouth froze.

"Brother, I'm Miaomiao, no one kidnapped me." Xin Miaomiao said.

"Miao Miao?" Xin Ziwen seemed to have an unbelievable voice.

"Well, brother, I'm really fine. I went out to play with my friends and was not kidnapped. I just called you because I was afraid that you would be in a hurry."

"Miao Miao?" It was Yang Rong who answered the phone, her voice choked with sobs: "Are you really okay?"

"It's okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll be back soon." Hearing something wrong with Yang Rong's voice, Xin Miaomiao felt sorry.

"Where are you then? Shall we pick you up?"