Mr. Huo, there is a baby in the police station who says he is your son.

Xiaobao is the nickname of Mu Yi'an's son. He is almost five years old this year. He is lively, cute, and mischievous. This is the most appropriate way for her to describe her son.

Of course, her son is very considerate and like a little man, he always protects and cares for her.

At the same time, he is also very sensitive. If he is not at home for two consecutive days and does not contact him, he will feel that she does not want him, find a new love, and start running away from home with her.

This time, Tao Anran was away from home for two or three days because of work, and she was worried that the nanny wouldn't be able to take care of him. She had no choice but to entrust him to the care of her best friend Tang Xing.

After all, she was her son's godmother, so it wouldn't be too difficult to take care of her.

Mu Yi'an often thought that it was probably because of her work that she often left him at home, which caused his sensitive and suspicious personality.

She softly comforted Tang Xing, who was crying on the other end of the phone, "Xingxing! What's wrong with Xiaobao? Tell me! Did he break your flower pot or break your computer? Neither, that's him. Splash your newly bought clothes with ink again?

why are you crying? Is it embarrassing for a person in his twenties to still cry? You are not afraid of being laughed at by your godson.

Okay, okay, don't be sad, I apologize to you for my brat.

No matter what this bastard breaks on you, I'll pay double compensation, okay? "

She was also very angry about Xiaobao's mischievous and destructive behavior, and sometimes punished him severely, but failed to change despite repeated admonitions, with little effect.

The other end of the phone hesitated for a while, then Tang Xing asked in a choked voice: "An'an, where are you now? Is the operation over?"

"Well, I just finished. I'm really tired. I'm getting ready to go home!" Mu Yi'an said. The elevator had stopped at the underground parking lot. She walked quickly to her car, pressed the electronic lock, opened the door and got in the driver's seat. seat.

"I'm waiting for you at home. There are some things that I can't explain on the phone, so it's better to talk in person." Tang Xing on the other end of the phone felt extremely guilty and was not as confident as before.

Hearing Mu Yi'an say she was tired, she was afraid that if she told her that Xiaobao was missing now, she would be excited, worried, and distracted while driving, worrying about her safety. After much thought, she decided to go home and tell her.

"Okay, I miss Xiaobao so much. I haven't seen him for three days. This brat must have lost his temper again. You guys wait for me at home. I'll be there in about ten minutes." Mu Yi'an's heart and eyes were filled with Xiaobao's appearance, and she didn't care at all. Tang Xing's abnormality was heard.

Fifteen minutes later, Mu Yi'an opened the door and walked in. As soon as he reached the entrance, Tang Xing heard the door open, "whoosh", jumped up in front of her, squatted on the ground, and hugged Mu Yi'an's thigh.

"An'an, I was wrong. It's all my fault. I'm sorry for you. You can hit me or scold me. Please don't ignore me in the future. I love you and Xiaobao too much and can't lose you."

"Xingxing, what are you doing? Get up." Mu Yi'an looked confused and bent down to help her, "I will stay in the hospital for three days, and you think of me like this. I'm really flattered."

Tang Xing hugged her legs and refused to let go, nor did he want to get up, "No, An An, you promise me that no matter what happens, you will never ignore me or leave me behind."

"Okay, okay, I promise, get up quickly! I'm very tired and don't have the energy to mess around with you. Where is Xiaobao? I'll ask him to apologize to you." A helpless smile appeared on his face.

Every time I ask her to help take care of Xiaobao for more than two days, I will be in a desperate situation when I come back. It has really not changed at all in the past five years.

Looking at this situation now, it must have been her precious son who offended her again, otherwise she wouldn't be so emotional about life and worrying about gains and losses.

When Tang Xing heard her question about Xiaobao, he immediately let go of her legs, stood up, and stood obediently in the corner, lowering his head, rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hands, motionless, like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for his parents to teach him a lesson.

Mu Yi'an's legs were freed, and while changing into slippers, she shouted, "Xiaobao, mom is back, why did you offend your godmother? Come here and admit your mistake."

......

No one answered.

Mu Yian put on her slippers, walked to the living room, and saw no one on the sofa.

He stepped up the stairs and walked to the second floor while shouting: "Xiaobao, if mommy doesn't come out to greet her when she comes back, don't worry about mommy crying like godmother, come out quickly."

When I got to the second floor, I opened the door to the children's room, but there was still no one inside.

She went to the master bedroom, bathroom, and study room to check, but they were still empty.

My heart skipped a beat and I thought something was wrong. I turned around and strode towards the first floor. I saw Tang Xing standing obediently in the corner without moving at all. I had a vague feeling that her brat was playing the missing game again.

"Where is Xiaobao? Where did he go this time?"

"An'an, I tell you, you must stay steady and don't faint." Tang Xing vaccinated her in advance to avoid excessive mood swings and a chaotic scene that she couldn't handle.

Mu Yian was a little anxious and urged, "Speak quickly!"

"Xiaobao returned to China, and this is the note he left." Tang Xing handed a crumpled and shapeless note to Mu Yi'an with trembling hands.

Mu Yian took it and opened the note with trembling hands, only to see a few lines of words crookedly written on the paper.

"Mom, godmother, I have returned to China. If I don't see you within 24 hours, I will report to the police and sue you! Of course, I will also take that scumbag to court."

This is Xiaobao's handwriting. Some of the words he couldn't write were replaced by pinyin. He also drew a little man who looked like Ah Shai on the paper. He was carrying a schoolbag, and the north wind was blowing his hair, walking aimlessly on the street. walking.

Xiaobao has fallen in love with Ah Shai ever since he watched Ah Shai's cartoons, and would often draw his emotions on paper.

Mu Yi'an came to the conclusion from the note he left behind that Xiaobao felt abandoned and an uncared-for child, so she ran away from home and returned to the place that made her sad.

If her son hadn't been with her these past few years, she would have probably died in China six years ago, on that rainy night, in that unhappy marriage.

She shook her head, throwing away the distracting thoughts in her mind, and asked Tang Xing curiously, "Xiaobao said he was abandoned. Didn't I ask you to take a good look at him? You weren't at home with him?"

"I went out for two hours yesterday without taking him with me. I left him at home alone. But when I came back, he disappeared, leaving only a note." Tang Xing's voice became weaker and weaker, not daring to look directly at Mu. Yi An's eyes.

"Xiaobao is a sensitive child. You should not leave him alone at home. This will make him feel unnecessary and abandoned by us."

Mu Yi'an took several deep breaths repeatedly to calm down her mind. She no longer wanted to scold Tang Xing. She thought of Xiaobao returning to China, and the person she hated so much was there. Worried that they would meet, she turned around in a panic. Go upstairs.

Tang Xing saw that Mu Yi'an looked wrong and was worried that something would happen to her, so he followed behind to explain.

"I thought it would be fine. Besides, you also know Xiaobao. If I take him with me on a blind date, he will cause trouble and tell others that he is my son. When people see me at such a young age, they will smash me with such a big boy. Who is still willing to contact me?