Chapter 372

No matter how much he wanted to strangle the kidnapper, Qin Yanmo remained calm. He knew that the news could not be told to Shi Xingcan, ghost or the media!

If this matter is broadcast by unscrupulous media, Xiaobao's life will really be gone.

And it is reasonable to say that xiaobaozi should now study at ease in the kindergarten, which is also related to the kindergarten.

Qin Yanmo's eyes were obscure, and his mind had been planning who should be 'dealt with' after this matter.

Kindergarten is definitely involved, and the damn kidnapper.

"Mr. Qin, we have arrived," the plainclothes policeman disguised as a driver whispered.

Qin Yanmo returned to his senses with cold eyes and a strong sense of killing.

Rao Shi trembled at the sight of the police who were used to life and death. It's not easy to kidnap president Qin's son. The kidnapper is really blind.

Years ago, Qin Yanmo couldn't move because he was injured. Qin Yanmo had to bring another trusted new secretary. He instructed the Secretary to bury the money and return to the car.

I called the kidnapper's number with a try attitude, but it was not empty.

"Mr. Qin." the other party's voice was not processed, but it was also dumb and ugly, like sandpaper rubbing on the ground. "Have you put the money?"

"I want to hear my son's voice." Qin Yanmo's voice was very cold.

As soon as the voice fell on the opposite side, a vibrant "Dad!".

Qin Yanmo frowned slightly and asked, "little steamed stuffed bun, how do you feel?"

"Very good!" the voice of the little steamed stuffed bun sounded very happy.

Qin Yanmo had some doubts at the bottom of his heart. He was a little strange when he received the message. Although the steamed stuffed bun sometimes had a bad mind, he still had a strong sense of security. It was impossible to be kidnapped by a group of strangers and be so happy.

Qin Yanmo's eyes darkened at the thought.

The policeman pretending to be a driver who was driving answered the phone and said, "Mr. Qin, the news from the kindergarten is that Qin ange was picked up by your nanny."

Qin Yanmo's heart moved and called Bai ronghua: "Mom, is the nanny at home?"

"Yes." Bai ronghua replied with a smile, "are you busy?"

"Well, has she been at home all the time?"

"Yes, dumplings can stick to her now." Bai ronghua's eyes are curved.

"How long has she been at home?"

Bai ronghua noticed something wrong and gradually restrained his smile: "what's the matter? Is something wrong?"

"It's all right. It's just that little steamed stuffed bun painted the appearance of a nanny in the kindergarten and wrote 'my favorite person'. The teacher called and told me about it."

Qin Yanmo lied without changing his face, "I just want to know when I am not the 'favorite person' of steamed stuffed bun."

Bai ronghua sniffed at the speech and said, "what kind of vinegar do you have with her? Xiaobaozi likes Xiaojiang because she has been taking care of him. Although xiaobaozi likes her, the position of her family can't be replaced."

Qin Yanmo perfunctorily asked, "did the nanny go to the kindergarten this afternoon to secretly see the steamed stuffed bun?"

"No, she stayed with me all day."

Qin Yanmo answered, hung up the phone and calmly said to the police, "the kidnapper is the son of my former nanny. He was kidnapped and trafficked before and was rescued only a few months ago."

Although he was calm on the face, in fact, his heart was going crazy.

Who knows if the kidnapped madman will sell his son to human traffickers. After all, growing up in the mountainous area where trafficking is a disaster, his moral concept will be more or less affected.

The police were already aware of this when they listened to his conversation with Bai ronghua and began to send messages to the headquarters.

Qin Yanmo sat in the co pilot's position and looked coldly at the monitoring situation on the street from the police's mobile phone.

Fortunately, there are high-definition cameras everywhere now. Although it is a little fuzzy, Qin Yanmo can still see that this face is seven or eight points similar to their previous nanny.

"That's him. He looks very much like my former nanny."

The place where they held the steamed stuffed bun was in the official forest garden, where there were so many places for Tibetans. The police almost took no trouble to catch the criminal hiding in the forester's cabin.

When the steamed stuffed bun was caught, it was still held in the arms of the nanny.

"Dad!" the little steamed stuffed bun shouted happily as soon as he saw Qin Yanmo's face, jumped off the nanny's knee and hugged Qin Yanmo's thigh.

Qin Yanmo held him in his arms, buried his head in his shoulder socket, stared at the nanny coldly, and left with a small steamed stuffed bun.

After going down the mountain, the little steamed stuffed bun raised his head, looked curiously at the police coming and going, and asked, "Dad, what happened here?"

Qin Yanmo took him into the car and said seriously, "little steamed stuffed bun, don't leave the kindergarten at school next time."

"But Aunt Li came to pick me up." the little steamed stuffed bun opened his big eyes with pure light.

"Aunt Li no longer works in our family. In the future, unless she is a relative, no one can pick you up with him. Even if she wants to go, she must call her father first."

"What if you can't get through?"

"If you can't get through, call your mother, and if your mother can't get through, call your grandmother." Qin Yanmo replied, "you can remember our numbers."

The steamed stuffed bun nodded cleverly, as if he had noticed something, and carefully asked, "does Aunt Li want to do something bad to me when she took me out of kindergarten?"

Qin Yanmo hesitated for a moment, nodded slowly and said, "Aunt Li likes you very much, but she loves her son more. She will hurt you for her son."

The little steamed stuffed bun dropped his eyes and said, "why? It's clear that her son is not the lovely child decades ago."

Qin Yanmo didn't expect that he would suddenly say such meaningful words. He was stunned for a while and rubbed his head: "every mother loves her children, so you should learn to protect yourself, so that your mother won't cry."

The little steamed stuffed bun sighed, and his big eyes were slowly disappointed: "if mom can't see me in the future, she will be very sad?"

"Not only mom, but also grandma, I, everyone around you will be sad because you are missing." Qin Yanmo said, "so you must protect yourself. Haven't I taught you many times before? Do you remember?"

The steamed stuffed bun nodded, broke his fingers and began to count: "you can't eat what strangers give, you can't go alone with strangers, and don't help any adults, because adults won't ask children for help..."

Qin Yanmo stared at him seriously. When he finished reading a long list of precautions, he nodded slowly and said, "now add another one. Don't leave alone with people who have nothing to do."

"What is a person who doesn't matter?" little steamed stuffed bun raised his head and looked at him curiously.

"People who are neither your relatives nor your friends, such as Aunt Li today."

The steamed stuffed bun's face immediately collapsed when he heard the speech, and his voice was stuffy: "but Aunt Li is not a person who doesn't matter."

Qin Yanmo realized that xiaobaozi was still sad about the nanny. He sighed and asked, "xiaobaozi, do you like Aunt Li very much?"

The steamed stuffed bun gave a low 'um' and said, "even if she took me away, she didn't beat me, didn't scold me, and protected me everywhere to prevent me from being hurt by his son."

"But it's also true that she wants to help her own son hurt you." Qin Yanmo rubbed his head and comforted him gently. "Do you like Aunt Li because you had a lot of good memories before?"

Little steamed stuffed bun nodded, and his eyes began to turn red.

"These memories are true, and I don't want you to forget these beautiful memories." Qin Yanmo gently held him in his arms, "but it's also true that she wants to hurt you now."

"Little steamed stuffed bun, Aunt Li really likes you, but she prefers her son. At the moment she took you out of the kindergarten, she was no longer Aunt Li in your memory."

"Should I hate her?"

"Do you hate her?"

The steamed stuffed bun shook his head.

"Then you don't need to hate her." Qin Yanmo touched his little face. "You just need to hate the people you hate, and then learn to protect yourself."

The steamed stuffed bun was silent for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help crying. He got into Qin Yanmo's arms and cried, "I always thought Aunt Li liked me and my brother best."

Qin Yan sighed indifferently, allowing him to rub his snot and tears on his shirt and gently touch his back with his big hand.

It is also a father's responsibility to comfort the injured child.

When xiaobaozi found Hou Qin, Yan Mo briefly told Bai ronghua about the situation here and said to xiaobaozi, "you can't tell mom about today."

"Why?" the steamed stuffed bun looked at Qin Yanmo suspiciously. He still wanted to go home and find Ma Ma to play coquettish.

"Because my mother is in bad health and in a bad mood, if you tell her about it, it will only make her more unhappy." Qin Yanmo told me, "my mother is unhappy, and the baby in my stomach will be unhappy."

The steamed stuffed bun's small face immediately wrinkled and said, "both mother and baby have to be happy."

"So you can't tell mom what happened today. If you really want to cry, go to grandma's arms and cry for an afternoon." Qin Yanmo looked at him painfully, "Dad will comfort you."

The steamed stuffed bun lowered his head and thought for a while. He raised his head and looked at Qin Yanmo with big eyes: "Dad, I want to stay in the company with you this afternoon.

Then he raised his hand and vowed, "I won't make trouble."

Qin Yanmo certainly believed that he would not make trouble. The child was always clever and sensible, so he agreed to the request very readily.

After a letter with Bai ronghua, who was worried at home, Qin Yanmo returned to the company with his son.

Bai ronghua thought that the steamed stuffed bun was scared and didn't dare to leave Qin Yanmo. Fortunately, after some advice, he hung up the phone reluctantly.

On the way to the company, Qin Yanmo didn't forget to call Nian Xiang and ask him to deal with the prosecution of the kindergarten and two kidnappers.

"Dad, do you want 1 Aunt Li to go to jail?" asked the steamed stuffed bun.

"Well, if you do something wrong, you will be punished." Qin Yanmo replied, "so you must become an honest person in the future. Don't give up your principles for a small profit."

"Principle?" little steamed stuffed bun obviously can't understand this word.

Qin Yanmo knew that many words were too difficult for him, and he was too young to form three concepts. He just smiled and said, "it will take you several years to learn this. Before that, I will teach you well."

Just as Qin Sheng taught him