Chapter 520

Tied to the bed, Mo Xi ran looks at the ceiling in despair.

There was a man lying next to her, her cheek gently stroked.

"Qingfeng, you don't want to leave your mother any more. My mother can't live without you, Qingfeng."

Xue Suzhen said, reaching up to her neck and closing her eyes.

Mo Xi ran looks at her and suddenly feels sympathy.

She is also a poor woman, lost her son, she became like this.

But what about the bag?

Where the hell is he?

……

When Meng baozi was brought to a strange place, he thought about what was going on.

If ordinary children, certainly afraid of crying, but Meng baozi did not.

He calmed himself down as much as he could, and then began to think about how to get out.

That day, he successfully ran out of the villa, but was soon found.

After that, the black bodyguard chased after him, and Meng baozi's short legs couldn't run away.

Rolling to the road, but only listen to a sharp car flute.

After that, he lost consciousness.

It's a training camp car.

The bodyguards in black know that, too.

Seeing the license plate, several people hesitated and chose to retreat to hide.

"What is it?"

The driver unfastened his seat belt and his voice trembled: "Mr. Hui, it seems that he bumped into something."

It's surrounded by woods, maybe some small animals.

"Get out of the car and have a look."

"Yes."

The driver pushed the door open, jumped out of the car, walked around to the front of the car and was shocked.

"Child! sir! It's a child

"Child?"

The man hears speech, push open car door to get off immediately.

Striding along, I saw a three or four year old boy lying on the ground with his face covered with injuries.

A quick check found that the boy was breathing and heartbeat.

The man picked him up and told the driver in a deep voice, "send him to the hospital immediately."

"Yes."

They get on the train with Meng Baozi and drive away from the training camp.

The bodyguards in black went back and reported the news to Xue Suzhen.

……

A training camp temporary hospital.

"Go to Ouyang and check the child."

"Yes, sir."

Just on the way, the child woke up once. It should be OK.

He suddenly rushed out of the road. The car just gave him a scratch. It's very lucky.

Five minutes later, the doctor named Ouyang came in lazily, "what can I do for you?"

"Show the child quickly."

Ouyang's eyes followed him, and his eyebrows frowned, and he walked quickly.

"What's the matter? Where are the children from? "

"On the road." The man said in a deep voice.

Ouyang didn't care to ask any more and gave Meng baozi a detailed examination.

"It's all bruises, but on this side of the head, we have to do a detailed examination."

"Well, I'll take him right away."

"Jingyu, what's going on? Is this child not your illegitimate child

"Shut your mouth Wen Jingyu stares at Ouyang and holds Meng baozi.

Ouyang smiles and leads him to give Meng baozi a detailed examination.

During the examination, two people were smoking at the smoking place.

Ouyangtun vomited a cigarette ring and asked, "when will you return to Rongcheng?"

"Five days later."

"How was your practice?"

"Confidential."

"Cut!" Ouyang raised his hand and thumped Wen Jingyu on the shoulder. "The secret of fart, I just want to ask."

After smoking a cigarette, Ouyang rubbed his hand, "what are you going to do with this child?"

"There are woods all around, and I don't know where the child came from." After a meal, he thought of something, "but there is a villa there. Two days ago, some people found it strange. I want to send someone to ask if the child is safe."

"Well, that's fine."

"Dad, uncle Ouyang."

All of a sudden, a girl's voice came from behind.

Wen Jingyu quickly put out the cigarette and turned to smile: "poetry."

He picked up the girl and smelled Jingyu kissing her on the cheek

Wen Junshi put his arm around Wen Jingyu's neck, sniffed and frowned: "Dad, you're smoking. I'll tell mom."

"Don't, don't, poetry, Dad took one."

Ouyang did not give face to the side of the laughter, "Mr. Tang Tang Wen, actually afraid of such a little girl, poetry, powerful."

Wen Junshi blushed and hid in Wen Jingyu's neck nest."The child is awake, sir."

The nurse came to report.

Wen Junshi blinked, "Dad, what child?"

Wen Jingyu put her down, holding her soft hand, "Dad brought back a boy, injured."

"Injured? Dad, I want to see it. "

"Good."

Meng baozi, with a white bandage on his head, sat on the bed and didn't move.

Wen Jingyu and Wen Junshi came in through the door, and he looked at them at the same time.

Walking to the bed, he heard Jingyu's warm voice and asked, "child, are you better?"

Meng baozi looked at him, and Xiaofeng's eyes were cold, "who are you? Where is this? "

"This is the hospital. You're injured." Wen Junshi rushed to reply, "my father asked if you are better? Do you still have a headache? "

Meng baozi looks at Wen Jun's poem with solemn expression.

Wen Junshi had never seen such a terrible child. He bit his lip and hid behind Wen Jingyu, "Dad."

Wen Jingyu touched her hair and asked Meng baozi, "son, do you remember your name? Where is your home? "

"What's your name?" Meng baozi frowned, "home?"

"Jingyu!"

At this time, Ouyang pushed the door in.

Looking at the situation inside, he beckoned Wen Jingyu to come out.

"Shishi, please stay with him for a while, and dad will be right back."

Wen Junshi nodded gently.

Outside the ward.

Ouyang said in a deep voice: "just now the doctor's examination results came out, but his head is no big problem, but..."

"But what?"

"But he may have lost his memory."

"Amnesia?"

"Well, I don't know when I can recover from the memory loss caused by the impact on naobu, and I may never remember it."

In the ward.

"Well, my name is Wen Jun's poetry, the smell of smell, the meaningful, the poetry of poetry. You can call me poetry. what about you? What's your name? "

Meng baozi looked at her in silence.

What's his name?

He didn't know.

Head inside a blank, as long as the effort to think, the head will hurt.

……

The Zhou family.

The living room is full of people.

Chu zhouran sat beside Zhou Yanxi, holding her hand.

In front of the French window, Zhou Yanchen stood with his hands on his shoulders.

No one remembers how long he stood there.

But his back is bleak, and his whole body is shrouded in a thin but tough atmosphere. At first glance, he can't get close to anything.

Mo Xiran and Meng baozi are missing. No one knows where his limit is.

Qin Xia came out of the kitchen and whispered to old lady Zhou and others, "the meal is ready."

Chu Zhou ran nodded to her, "hard."

Qin Xia shakes his head and is held by his finger.

"Call your brother to dinner." Old lady Zhou sighed.

Chu Zhou nodded and stood up.

Just then, Zhou Yanchen's mobile phone in his pocket rang.

Take out your cell phone and he answers.

In the receiver, the voice of baijingcheng came: "Yanchen, I have found Xizi!"