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All of a sudden, from abduction and trafficking of children to abandoned children.

It's a pity that Wei Ziyang has never even touched a woman, so someone calls him Dad.

Considering the boy's physical condition, he was not taken to the police station. The hospital temporarily found a small room for the police to question.

Since the police showed up, the boy seemed to be glued to Wei Ziyang's body, and he couldn't take it off no matter what. Neither the policeman nor the nurse could try to persuade him, so they just focused on hugging Wei Ziyang's thigh.

The two policemen took turns trying to talk to the little boy and ask for information, but to no avail.He kept his mouth tightly shut, didn't say anything, and hugged Wei Ziyang like a koala.

"Mr. Police, this is really not my son." Wei Ziyang was about to cry, "This is my ID card. I am only in my early twenties. How can I have such a big son?"

The boy hugged Wei Ziyang pitifully, blinking his big eyes: "Dad, don't you want me?"

In fact, the police were a little unconvinced. After all, the age was the factor, and the two did not look alike. Looking at Wei Ziyang's handsome face, he bitterly emphasized that this is not his own son. If he really wants to lose the child, he is not so calm.

"Then why is this kid staring at you and calling you daddy?"

"How do I know?" Wei Ziyang frowned, "Maybe he was in a coma and broke his brain."

A policeman picked up Wei Ziyang's ID card, his expression suddenly became serious, he compared the ID card with the real person back and forth, patted his companion, and whispered a few words.

Wei Ziyang realized that the identity of the murder suspect had been recognized.

When people are really unlucky, drinking cold water will clog their teeth, and they will have an extra son when they walk.

The policeman looked at him less friendly: "Well, let's do a blood test to confirm."

Wei Ziyang didn't care: "Can I leave after the blood is drawn?"

The policeman said to the boy, "Little friend, shall we go for an inspection?"

The little boy didn't respond to the inspection, but when the police tried to pull him, he suddenly screamed and resisted, and hugged Wei Ziyang's thigh even tighter.

"Hey, go for an inspection with the police uncle!" Wei Ziyang wished he could just tear him off his leg and throw it away.

"Don't! Don't!" The little boy screamed as if he wanted his life, "I don't want to be separated from my father! I don't want to go with you!"

"The ghost is your father!" Wei Ziyang was anxious.

"Father, don't leave me alone!" The boy was tearful, and I felt pity for it.

Wei Ziyang gasped, this is the acting school, he was willing to bow down.

There was another commotion in the small room, Wei Ziyang wanted to tear the child away, the policeman held the child, and the child desperately hugged Wei Ziyang again.

The boy seemed to understand something, no matter what the police said, he refused to go for an inspection, and would scream at the top of his voice whenever he was touched.

"Mr. Police, save me, he is really not my son." Wei Ziyang almost knelt down.

The two policemen were also very helpless, neither of them had encountered such a situation before, so it seemed that they were here to kidnap the child.

"Why don't you take this kid home today?" a policeman suggested.

"What? What if this kid steals from my house? I deliberately acted out this trick, just to sneak into my house or something."

After hearing this sentence, the policeman expressed deep contempt with his eyes. If such a five or six-year-old child was stealing things on the street, it would be reasonable. It is clear at a glance who is weak.In fact, after saying these words, Wei Ziyang himself deeply despised himself, not to mention anything else, as far as his own home, if there is anything worth stealing, he would have to pick and choose if he sold it to a junk collector.

But the child was pestering Wei Ziyang again, there was really no other way, after a few rounds of bargaining, the police decided to send Wei Ziyang home, and then go back to the police station to check if the child was reported missing, and send the female police over tomorrow. Try to pick up the child, and then investigate what should be investigated, and what should be identified should be identified.

Wei Ziyang sat in the police car again, with mixed feelings in his heart. Last time he was taken away as a prisoner, but this time he was escorted home by the police. No matter what the reason was, he always felt weird.

Back home after such a toss, it was already midnight, the little boy had enough food and drink, slept in the police car for a while, and after getting off the car, he was full of energy, looking at Wei Ziyang's small dilapidated house with dark eyes , looked a little frightened.

"You still have time to leave now, I'll call the police back." Wei Ziyang glanced at him.

The little boy immediately lowered his head, and continued to lie on Wei Ziyang's lap like an octopus.

Wei Ziyang had no choice but to open the door, but when his hand touched the door, he hesitated again, and instead of opening the door to go in, he took the boy to the next room.

That room was rented by Ji Yuanxi to install old furniture. The furniture was piled up inside and hadn't been disposed of in time. The whole room was piled up in a mess, and there was a lot of dust, but at least there was a bed.

Wei Ziyang asked the boy to wait outside, went in to tidy up for a while, and then brought him into the house: "We'll sleep here tonight."

If Lin Xiang knew that he came back with a mouth to eat, he would have to be bored to death, so he could only make do with this room.

"I really don't understand, why are you pestering me so hard? Are you out of your mind?" Wei Ziyang's mouth was very bad.

The little boy sat on the bed, looked around, and looked curious no matter what he looked at.

"Let me tell you, I have no heating in winter and no air-conditioning in summer. Rats and cockroaches are common, and I can't see delicious food. Be smart and go find the police uncle." Wei Ziyang said while staring at the boy's expression, but He remained silent, fiddled with the lint that had leaked from the mattress.

Wei Ziyang told Tian Tian not to say that the earth was not working, so he had to accept his fate. He fetched some water from the outside and brought it into the house.

"Okay, wash up and sleep, I will send you to the police station tomorrow."

Wei Ziyang grabbed the boy roughly, trying to help him wash his hands and face, but as soon as his hand pinched his arm, the little boy's body twitched slightly.

The scratching and pulling before was relatively lively, and the little boy's reaction was always so violent, so he didn't notice it. This will be quiet, and his slight trembling immediately aroused alertness.

Wei Ziyang held the boy's wrist, and brushed his sleeve with the other hand.

"Let go of me!" The little boy yelled again.

But he was no stronger than Wei Ziyang, Wei Ziyang rolled up his sleeves, and saw that his arms were covered with bruises.

Wei Ziyang raised his eyebrows, looked at the little boy again, his eyes became complicated, but his words became vicious again: "Hey, brat, I met the police tomorrow, don't say I beat you."

The little boy's watery eyes looked at Wei Ziyang blankly.

"Did your parents call you?" Wei Ziyang's eyes became a little colder.

The little boy bit his lip and didn't speak.

"Are there any other injuries on your body?"

Still don't speak.

"Besides saying, let me go, help, don't catch me, what else can you say?" Wei Ziyang said angrily, loosening his sleeves.

Wei Ziyang cleaned him up, pressed him on the bed, and sat beside him.

"Hey, do you know that it's dangerous for you to walk with a stranger?" Wei Ziyang earnestly said, "What if I'm a human trafficker? What if I sell you to dig coal? What if I'm a pervert and cook you up? What if it falls?"

The little boy blinked, apparently not understanding what was going on with the coal digging, but he reacted to eating it, showing a frightened expression.

It can be seen that he is still indifferent, and has no intention of leaving, Wei Ziyang only feels that he is playing the piano against the cow.

He sighed and said to the boy: "Then you must at least tell me your name? I can't keep calling you hello, can I?"

The little boy hesitated for a while before saying softly, "My name is Ruan Ai."

Wei Ziyang smiled, and gently rubbed his head: "Good boy."

He walked out of the hut and dialed Fang Sirong's phone number: "Hey, do me a favor, help me look up a little boy named Ruan Ai, probably pronounced this way, in this city, five or six years old, find out where he lives, where are his parents? Who, please."

"Five or six-year-old boy? Your hunting range is too wide." Fang Sirong said sternly.

"Stop talking nonsense, check it out and send it to me."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Ziyang went back to the room and found that the little boy was looking at him with his head tilted. After washing his small face, he looked handsome and pretty, really likable, but he was a little thinner.

But... no matter how beautiful a child is, it is very troublesome...

"Go to sleep." Wei Ziyang squeezed him into the bed, and slept on the outside by himself.

Ruan Ai got into bed obediently, and lay down next to Wei Ziyang.

I was used to Ji Yuanxi's tall and fiery body, and suddenly there was a limp child next to him, I felt really uncomfortable, and I was afraid that I would crush him to death if I rolled over.

The night was quiet, and Wei Ziyang felt a little drowsy.

That small body arched back and forth, lying on top of him.

"What are you doing!" Wei Ziyang opened his eyes and stared at him.

Ruan Ai was wrapped in a thin quilt, with only one head exposed: "Will you drive me away?"

"Sleep!" Wei Ziyang said fiercely.

Ruan Ai shrank back under the blanket like a tortoise, but after a while he poked his head out again and said timidly, "I don't want to go home."

Wei Ziyang's heart skipped a beat, but the next second he still had a straight face: "Sleep!"

Ruan Ai had no choice but to shrink back listlessly, closed her eyes, and fell asleep after a while.

But even when he was asleep, his hands still held onto Wei Ziyang's clothes tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Just thinking about how to get rid of him tomorrow, Wei Ziyang's cell phone lighted up, and he picked it up to see that it was a message from Fang Sirong, with an address written on it.

This address is on the other side of the city, quite far away, Wei Ziyang looked down at the sleeping boy, and couldn't help but secretly sigh how such a small child came here from such a far away place.