"My mother belongs to my father, of course." Xiao Bao hugged his arm, close to him, "mom loves dad so much."
"Do mom and dad like you?" He Jingyao looked down at him.
"Of course He had a proud breast.
"But you just said your mother didn't want you." He Jingyao's taciturn routine, "also said your father does not give you a name."
There are too many contradictions in the child's speech.
Xiaobao was asked, frowning and thinking bitterly.
He Jingyao chuckled, touched his head and said, "have you run away from home?"
"No He shook his head.
"Then why do you have to stick to me, eh?"
"No why." He said softly, and hit him again, as if afraid that he Jingyao would leave him.
The child's mouth is tight.
He Jingyao stroked his eyebrows and simply gave up asking. After a while, the car stopped.
He got out of the car with the little guy in his arms and walked across the street.
Xiaobao curiously looked at the past, a look immediately worried: "police station? Why did you bring me here? "
He Jingyao flicked his finger on his head: "I'm helping you find your father and mother."
"I don't want it!" Xiaobao put his arm around his neck, "don't leave me behind!"
As he spoke, his voice was tinged with tears.
He Jingyao took a look at him. He didn't speak, but he kept walking. Xiao Bao's face turned white and his limbs pestered him with death.
He Jingyao's face stiffened and pulled the little guy down from his neck: "tell me your parents' names and your own names. I'll take you out of here."
His eyes were slightly red, and he shook his head vigorously, but he refused to speak.
At this time, a police officer met him. He had received a phone call before, so he knew the identity of the visitor and said respectfully, "Mr. He."
"The child is probably lost with his family. You can find his family." He Jingyao said and put the little guy on the ground.
As a result, as soon as he let go, the little guy quickly hugged his leg. His face was tight and his eyes were red. He was ready to cry at any time.
"Xiao Bao." His voice sank.
The little guy doesn't care.
He Jingyao exhaled his breath and warned himself not to quarrel with a child. Looking at the police officer, he said, "the child will not say anything. Please."
"It should be." The police officer is very experienced in this. He immediately squats down and looks at Xiaobao's kind mouth, "little friend, can my uncle take you to find your parents?"
"Not good." He choked and said, "he Jingyao, don't leave me behind!"
He Jingyao took a deep breath and took a cold look at the police officer.
The Officer immediately understood and leaned over to pick up the little guy.
"No! No! Don't touch me Xiao Bao struggled quickly, but he was still small after all. His strength could not compete with adults. He was soon held in his arms by the police officer.
He was so angry that his little face turned red and struggled desperately: "let me go! Let me go! Wu... "
The police officer had no choice but to coax him in a low voice. However, Xiaobao didn't pay for it. He Jingyao looked at him with tears in his eyes.
He Jingyao was indifferent, looked at him and turned away.
"Wuwuwuwu..."
However, the little guy's low whimper was always with him, forcing him to stop.
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