Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

With the beautiful sound of violin music helping her sleep, she fell into a peaceful sleep, but she seemed to sense who was playing the violin for her outside the window, so she got up from the bed, put on her clothes and shoes and went out.

She wanted to see the person outside the window, his name was Little Pudding.

When I walked out of the door, I saw the tiny figure of little pudding. A smile appeared on my face. I walked over lightly and reached out to touch little pudding.

Little Pudding had his back to her, but she also wanted to see his face. If she reached out and touched him, he would turn around.

However, before I could touch him, his figure suddenly disappeared and the music of the piano stopped.

Mu Qingqian suddenly became anxious, looking around with confused steps, and calling out:

"Little pudding, little pudding, little pudding..."

Little Pudding didn't respond and didn't appear again, but fortunately the violin sounded again.

Mu Qingqian followed the sound of the violin and went looking for the person. She walked into a forest. The sky gradually brightened and a faint light penetrated the forest, but the fog was very heavy and lingered all around.

The sound of the violin continued, and she vaguely saw the figure of Little Pudding in the mist, just in front of her.

"Little pudding, I am your mother, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, let me hug you, okay?"

Mu Qingqian thought that Little Pudding disappeared because he was disturbed or scared by her. She finally found him, but she didn't want him to disappear again.

She really wanted to hug little Pudding, he was her child!

Ever since we were forced to separate from our child when he was born, I miss him every day and every moment.

But she thought her child was dead, persecuted and killed, so she had to close her heart.

"Little Pudding, don't be afraid, Mom is here to find you..."

In the fog, she stretched out her hand. The fog became thicker and thicker, and it was almost impossible to see anything. The sound of the violin stopped again.

She ran up in a hurry, "Little Pudding, Little Pudding, where are you, Little Pudding, don't go, don't leave your mother..."

She was panicking and scared, feeling that something bad was going to happen, and as she was looking for him anxiously, a pool of blood suddenly splashed onto her body and face.

When the fog cleared, she saw the child dead in front of her eyes, his body in a pool of blood, unrecognizable.

"Ah! little pudding, my child!"

Mu Qingqian woke up in bed, sat up suddenly, screamed in panic, breathed rapidly, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

She had a nightmare, in which her child died tragically in front of her again, being murdered by someone or bitten to death by a dog.

She knew it was a dream. After the dream, her fear gradually subsided, but she felt uneasy in her heart, feeling that something bad would happen. She would not be able to protect her child again, and would lose her child again, forever.

So, she made up her mind to meet Little Pudding, even though he had the same face as Leng Qianhan, even though she would be afraid.

On this day, little pudding was in the Leng family's old house, and when the adults were not paying attention, he sneaked out.

He didn't want to stay here anymore. He felt sad and depressed. His father was not a good father and he couldn't see his mother.

An older maid in the Leng family's old house saw Little Pudding running out, but did not call out to her. Instead, she secretly called Lin Weiler.

Little Pudding quickly left home and walked on the road. He didn't know where he was going, he just walked alone, perhaps to go out and relax.

There were not many people on the road, and occasionally a few cars passed by, but he ignored them and didn't care about anything in front of him because it had nothing to do with his mother.

Suddenly, a black van drove up from behind and stopped quickly. Two masked men got out of the car, covered Little Pudding's mouth and nose with wet towels, grabbed him and got him into the car, which drove away quickly.

When Little Pudding woke up, he found himself in a dilapidated warehouse with his hands and feet tied to a chair.

There was a person in the warehouse, right in front of him. He was just wearing a dog-head mask, so his face couldn't be seen. His clothes were loose, and he had gloves on his hands, so it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

For some reason, little pudding felt scared when he looked at the dog head mask.

I wasn't afraid of being in danger, but I was afraid of something else, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

He remained calm and asked the dog-headed criminal, "Who are you? Why did you kidnap me? Is it for money?"

"hehe……"

The dog-headed gangster laughed twice, and it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman. Not only did he wear a dog-head mask, he also wore a voice changer. So the two laughs, one male and one female, sounded awkward.

It seems that the criminals have made full preparations and will not reveal their identities easily.

"What are you laughing at?" Little Pudding didn't like the criminal's laughter.

"If you want money, go find Leng Qianhan. He is my father!"

He thought depressedly: Being a child from a rich family is really not a good thing!

The dog-headed thug approached Little Pudding and spoke slowly in a male-female voice:

"Normally, kidnapping the children of wealthy families is for money, but today, I'm not doing it for money. I have plenty of money!"

"Then why?" Little Pudding dealt with the criminals in a natural and chatty manner. He had to respond calmly in danger and find a way to escape.

"For your father's unhappiness and for my own happiness, hahahaha..."

The dog-headed gangster covered his mouth and laughed. The laughter of men and women was very unpleasant. This guy is a lunatic!

"If you have a grudge against my father, just kidnap him. Let's not talk about whether to kill him or not. Just beat him up first to vent your anger."

Little Pudding stamped his feet and spoke as if it were real, hating his father on behalf of the criminal.

"You don't have a very good relationship with your father, huh." The dog-headed gangster laughed again, put his hand on Little Pudding's face and touched it twice.

He smiled slightly under the mask and said, "But you are still young and don't know how to kill someone and destroy their heart."

There was interest and meaning in the tone, as if he wanted to have fun with them. But in Little Pudding's opinion, they were just psychopaths!

"It's natural that you don't get along well with your father. Back then, your father wanted to feed you to the dogs when you were just born.

He said you were a bastard, and bastards should be fed to dogs. If that damn prison doctor hadn't secretly dumped you at someone else's doorstep, you would have been bitten to death by dogs, with not even a bone left!"

The dog-headed gangster had a huge grudge. This bastard should have died at birth, and would not have grown up to this age and appeared in front of her, making her scared and frightened, and also ruining her wedding with Leng Qianhan, making her be laughed at!

For little pudding, is this a murder?

I felt bad and my eyes turned red as I looked at the dog-headed criminal.

The dog head made him feel scared because his father fed it to the dog?

It should be like this, but it feels obvious that it is not.

Moreover, this heart-piercing attack did not hurt him deeply. He had been accustomed to suffering since childhood and had experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature.

"You are Lin Wei'er."

Little Pudding is very smart and guessed the identity of the dog-headed gangster, which is Lin Weiler.

Because Lin Weiler once said that her father was going to feed him to the dogs, and she cursed at him then, and her behavior was exactly the same as it is now, which is really annoying.

Lin Weiler was shocked behind the dog-head mask, but she quickly adjusted herself and laughed a few more times.

"Haha, if you say so, then so be it. Anyway, you have no evidence. How can the police easily arrest someone without any evidence?

I heard that your mother is afraid of dogs. Let's put on a good show. I'll invite your mother over as well. Just wait patiently, she'll be here soon."