Chapter 747

"I'm sorry, sir. I just went around to ask for you. Everyone said that they had not seen the two people you were looking for!"

The village head handed the photo to the ink owl and said sorry.

"I would like to ask, are there any other villages near you besides your village?"

Mo Zixiao's thick and charming voice stunned Mianmian Mian standing in the back hall. Didn't he go abroad for something? When did you come back?

"Father Mo!"

Ziyan heard the familiar voice, cried happily and shouted loudly to the outside.

"Ziyan!"

Hearing Ziyan's familiar cry, Mozi owl strides to the back hall and sees Mianmian standing there holding Ziyan and staring at him in a daze.

After holding Ziyan, the ink owl was very excited. God knows how to explain to Lolo if he didn't find him.

"Let father Mo see if there is any injury?"

He looked up and down to make sure he wasn't hurt.

"Father Mo, I'm not hurt. Sister Mianmian is hurt!"

"Are you hurt?"

Put Ziyan down, and Mozi owl kept looking at her. He couldn't help blushing.

"I'm fine, but I accidentally cut a little skin when I ran away. I've rubbed the medicine and will be fine soon!"

"Let me see!"

Without waiting for her consent, the ink owl pulled her to one side of the stool and sat down and said, "where was hurt?"

"On the calf!"

Mian Mian has learned about the tyranny of the ink Owl for a long time. Anyway, the wound is almost healed. Since he wants to see it, let him have a look.

Although Mianmian is not very old, she inherited all the good genes of her parents. The two straight and long legs may be tight and strong because she practiced martial arts since childhood. She lifted her pants, and her snow-white skin was instantly exposed in front of Mozi owl.

"It must hurt!"

Looking at several ferocious scars on her snow-white calf, Mozi owl asked softly.

Cough, cough

Mianmian was frightened by the sudden tenderness of the ink owl. He stretched out his hand to put down his trouser legs and said, "it's all right with a little injury!"

Although it was painful at the beginning, she grew up practicing martial arts. She could stand the pain.

Feeling her intentional estrangement, the ink owl's ear suddenly remembered what she had said before, and couldn't help recalling the corners of her lips.

"Don't worry, I don't mean anything else. Anyway, you are also Ziyan's life-saving benefactor. No matter what you want in the future, as long as I can do it, it won't be too outrageous, I will do it for you!"

Although it's hard to say so, Mo Zixiao has experienced the ability of this little girl. It's inevitable that she will have some problems to make trouble for him at that time.

When she heard him say this, Mianmian was relieved. Since she carried him back from the bottom of the mountain last time, she always felt that he looked at her a little obedient. She was afraid that he would be responsible for her. After all, she is in the age of cardamom, just young, and wants to enjoy her beautiful youth.

"That's what you said. You can't go back on it then!"

"Don't worry, there has never been a word of repentance in my ink owl's dictionary!"

When he thought that he had been despised by a little girl, the ink owl couldn't help but feel flustered. The young master of the shadow was so despised by a little girl. If it was spread out, would he still have this face?

"Father Mo, why didn't Mommy come with you?"

Ziyan looked for a while and didn't see Luo Luo's figure. He couldn't help asking Mo Zixiao.

Squatting down, touching his little head, he said, "mommy has something to deal with over there. When she's busy, she'll come back to take Yan, but can Ziyan Promise Father Mo one thing?"

"Father Mo, you say!"

Although Ziyan is very young, he is very sensible. Over the years, he clearly misses his father, but he has never asked Lolo. He is only worried that Lolo will be sad after asking.

Seeing such Ziyan, Mo Zixiao was very distressed. In particular, the thought of what Ling Yu said a few days ago dashed their last hope. If Luo Luo hadn't insisted, he really wanted to question him face to face. If he didn't love Luo Luo, why did he provoke her.

However, even though Ling Yu is so cruel to Lolo, his silly sister regards the time they spent together as the most precious memory. Even he has no choice.

"Father Mo didn't tell your mother about Ziyan's kidnapping this time. Father Mo hopes you won't say it when Mommy comes back, okay?"

"Don't worry, father Mo, Ziyan won't tell Mommy!"

Ziyan, like a little adult, promised in front of the ink owl that he was sensible. It was bitter to see.

"Ziyan is so good. When we get back, my sister will make you your favorite egg tart, okay?"

"Good!"

Hearing that Mianmian wanted to make him an egg tart, the little guy's face was full of smiles.

"Sir, I'm sorry just now. We are also worried about the safety of Miss Xu's sisters and brothers. Since you are their relatives, we have nothing to worry about!"

The village head standing by said with a smile.

"Thank you for taking care of my son these days. Take this check!"

The ink owl took out a check from his pocket, wrote a few digits on it, tore it off and handed it to the village head. For him, anything that can be solved with money should be solved with money as much as possible to avoid trouble in the future.

"Mr. Mo is polite. Besides, I didn't save your son, but Daming saved him. If you really want to thank him, thank him!"

The folk customs in the countryside are still relatively simple. For them, they will never take credit for themselves if it is not their own credit, not to mention that he just passed on a few words.

Ink owl then found Daming standing next to him and turned to hand him the check.

"Mr. Mo is too polite. I can't accept this ticket. I didn't want anything in return when I saved them. It's just a small effort!"

Although Daming was only a child born in the countryside, he also knew that a gentleman loved money and got it right. Moreover, he saved them from his heart and never wanted revenge.

"I've never been used to taking back the things I sent out!" then the ink owl put the check on the table.

Mianmian walked over to pick up the check, looked at the decimal point behind it, showed a sweet smile at the corners of his mouth, walked to Daming and said: "Brother Daming, take this check. Don't you want to register a florist online? There will be many places where you need money at that time? And he lacks everything except money. You can regard it as his investment to you. I hope you can realize your dream as soon as possible!"