Abduct a boy and bring him back

Ling Huan only contacted Wen You on the second night, and no one answered Qiao Mohan's calls, so he could only call Qiao Shanshan.

"Sister Shanshan? I, Ling Huan, have contacted the owner of the dog. I'll go to your place and bring the dog back later."

Qiao Shanshan was puzzled, "Huh? Isn't the dog at Mo Han's?"

Ling Huan didn't understand, "Didn't Brother Qiao say that he sent the dog to you?"

Qiao Shanshan, "..."

In the end, Ling Huan had no choice but to ask for leave and go back. Anyway, no one answered Qiao Mohan's call, and in the end, he turned off the phone directly.

Ling Huan couldn't help worrying, what the hell happened!

He didn't stop for a moment to take a taxi to Qiao Mohan's place, and asked Uncle Mengang, he said that Qiao Mohan had gone out in the morning and hadn't come back yet, and he hadn't seen him go out with a dog.

Ling Huan looked at Wen You's missed calls on his phone, so he could only go upstairs to return the dog.

The apartment was quiet, with occasional noises from the balcony.

Ling Huan stood in the middle of the living room with his forehead raised, looking at the big mess in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched, and when he turned around, he saw the classmate Folded who was holding onto the balcony door and staring at him eagerly.

"Isn't this house a typhoon passing through?" He murmured to himself, and stood there waiting for the dog with tongue hanging outside the door to be dazed.

After turning around and seeing the two hoof prints on the wall, Ling Huan finally understood what happened.

"You're really a bulldog! Our Brother Qiao must have endured the humiliation all night!" Ling Huan pushed open the balcony door, stretched out his toes and kicked his fleshy buttocks. "You ugly stupid stupid dog!"

The situation was too sudden yesterday, half of Wen You's face was swollen, she was still wearing thin home clothes, and a panting meat dog was following behind her, Ling Huan didn't understand the situation, so she put the leash on her.

God knows how confused he was.

Ling Huan thought about it so carefully, when Qiao Mohan called yesterday, he didn't answer whether Qiao Shanshan agreed or not, so he urged him to take his bag and go back to school, presumably to let him go back to school with peace of mind.

He kicked the new dog food bowl on the ground, a little annoyed.

He reached out and removed the leash tied to the balcony, "Let's go, find your master!"

The fingerprints on Wen You's face were still obvious, and even the shoulder-length hair couldn't stop it, "Thank you, I'm sorry for yesterday," she said.

Although Ling Huan was very irritable, seeing her in this state, it was not easy to get angry, "It's okay, as long as you are fine."

Wen You's eyes were full of sadness, she was different from the girl who walked around Ling Huan every day before, Ling Huan stood in the same place and watched the man who was leading the dog go farther and farther, sighing secretly, everyone grew up so fast, But it is still inseparable from a life full of hardships.

Qiao Mohan's phone still didn't work. It's been two hours and he still couldn't reach anyone. Ling Huan was worried, so he didn't go back to school, but went back upstairs. Except for the mess in the living room, there was nothing unusual about it. Ling Huan As usual, I sorted everything into its place and picked up babysitting duties.

In the master bedroom, the pajamas that Qiao Mohan had changed were thrown on the big bed, and there were a few leftover shirts. Ling Huan frowned, guessing that the man was in a hurry when he went out in the morning.

With his mobile phone in his pocket, he began to tidy up inside and out, waiting for Qiao Mohan to come back while tidying up.

Ling Huan also found that there was a new dishwasher in the kitchen. He stood in the living room with a frown and was chilling. Qiao Mohan's cell phone was still turned off.

The meal time is almost over, and there is no intention of coming back. What is going on?He watched the news channel anxiously, should he call Sister Shanshan or Xia Yifei first?

Ling Huan entered Qiao Mohan's Weibo on his mobile phone, flipping through it boredly, the content of Qiao Mohan's Weibo seemed to be much more relaxed than that on WeChat, and every single word or phrase could reveal a different Qiao Mohan .

"Ah, this stupid dog with wrinkles all over his face, who will help me throw him off the balcony!" Qiao Mohan posted a blog last night, with a picture of the dog that has been hopping around the balcony door Bulldog, Ling Huanle, Brother Qiao probably didn't sleep well last night.

"Ah! The small pieces in the computer were discovered, shame on..." This was not long ago, the day Ling Huan discovered Qiao Mohan's secret.

Turning forward a month, Ling Huan counted the days, it should be not long after grandma left, Qiao Mohan posted a short Weibo, with a picture of his back crouching on the sofa.

"I picked up a big treasure." Qiao Mohan wrote like this.

Seeing all the content related to himself, Ling Huan was satisfied and moved like never before.

Looking forward, it seems that the day after grandma left and he hurried back, Qiao Mohan matched a picture of lilies with the content of the text, "Little poor grandma is gone, he is very sad .”

There was some warmth in Ling Huan's eyes, and he continued to scroll down, "Xia Shao said that the poor little grandma is hospitalized, but I don't know." So it was Xia Yifei and Qiao Mohan who said this, and now Ling Huan suddenly realized, He pondered these few words over and over again, always feeling that Qiao Mohan's words were full of resentment inside and out.

The interval between Qiao Mohan's mood swings is not long, but in the past six months, most of them are related to Ling Huan. There are basically no comments on Weibo, and only Qiao Shanshan occasionally asks about the current situation. There has never been a third person.

Ling Huan felt that maybe even Xia Yifei and Yu Ming should not know this ID.

He took a deep breath, glanced at the time, and called Qiao Mohan's phone back, but the phone was still turned off.

However, at this time, the sound of someone opening the door suddenly came from the entrance, Ling Huan's heart skipped a beat, and he got up from the sofa and rushed to the entrance at a speed of [-] meters.

Qiao Mohan was bending over to change his shoes, and he was still covered with cold air. When he saw someone who was supposed to be studying at school at night appearing in front of him, he was startled, "Why are you at home at this time?"

With puffy cheeks, Ling Huan came up to him in two or three steps and complained, "...your phone is turned off."

The man took out his phone from his pocket, looked at the black screen, "It's out of battery."

Ling Huan stretched out his hand and poked the man's face, it was icy cold, he dragged the man's clothes to the living room without saying anything, didn't ask what he was doing, just wanted him to come in and warm up.

Qiao Mohan was dragged in by Ling Huan, and took another look at the clean and tidy surroundings, with a smile on his lips, "So good? Did you come back here to clean up for me?"

Ling Huan led him to the warm air outlet, turned around and hugged Qiao Mohan who was stretching his hands unexpectedly.

Then the head rubbed and rubbed against the man's neck.

The expression on Qiao Mohan's face was slightly stiff for a second, and then he relaxed his arms that were still stretched in mid-air, and touched the back of Ling Huan's neck and head, "What's the matter? It's like a kitten."