There was a loud bang in my mind, and Yang Qianyu was stunned.

What should I do if this...? The child is still so young, so I don’t feel at ease to take care of him.

"Mom? Why don't you talk anymore?"

The son's voice sounded again, and Yang Qianyu had an idea and quickly explained: "Xiaoyu, this is the case... Mom suddenly has something to do and can't go back to pick you up. Call the police uncle and ask the police uncle to take you home."

"Look for the police uncle?"

"Well! Do you remember what Mom told you before? You are the most sensible and can definitely take good care of your younger brother, right? Mom will go home to accompany you after finishing her work."

After giving a good explanation to his son, Yang Qianyu hung up the phone with concern, hoping that he could "avoid the disaster" today.

In the Lego store, Xiaoyu hung up the phone and took his brother to put the selected toy back in place, and then called 110.

The police uncle arrived soon and heard that the children could clearly tell their home address, so he took them out of the mall.

The two brothers were in a police car for the first time and were extremely excited.

However, as soon as she got into the car, Xiao Zhou looked out the window and quickly slapped Xiao Yu: "Brother! Brother! Isn't that the little sister just now? She seems to be crying!"

"Girls love to cry." Yang Xuanyu followed his younger brother's words and looked at the entrance of the mall.

Indeed, it was the little sister who was a little "silly". She was hugged by a tall uncle and cried so much that she was so shocking.

That uncle...

The little boy had excellent eyesight. Seeing that cold and handsome face, his bright eyes widened uncontrollably.

He's long-

Yang Xuanzhou didn't notice anything unusual, just thought about the little girl, turned around and jumped out of the car, "Little Sister--"

Without a word, the police uncle caught him, "Children, don't run around, uncle will take you home."

"Uncle policeman, I saw my friend, I can go..."

Before he could explain it to the police uncle, a few meters away, the man holding the little girl had already stepped into the car and the bodyguard patted the car door.

Looking at the top sedan leaving, Yang Xuanzhou nodded and stopped in disappointment.

In the police car, Yang Xuanyu knelt up and looked at the departing Bentley from the rearview mirror, and wrote down the license plate number.

Feng Yuxi, who was in the Bentley sedan, lay in his father's arms, and his eyes were just right behind him.

Looking at a figure gradually moving away from the back of the car with tears in her eyes, she suddenly stopped crying and stood up "punched", "Dad... Stop the car quickly! I saw that little brother!"

"...what?" Feng Moyan didn't understand. Seeing his daughter excited, he hurriedly turned around with her.

However, he only saw a police car parked at the entrance of the mall, and the policeman was holding a little boy into the car.

"Maybe someone's naughty child is lost, and the boy is just naughty."

The man dissed, turned around and sat down, gently scraped away the tears from his daughter's face with his thumb, and coaxed him softly, "Xixi is the most obedient, it is his father's heart."

Feng Yuximu was stunned, Shui Lingling's big eyes kept staring at the police car that was leaving until he turned and couldn't see it...

———

The two brothers returned home, but Yang Qianyu had not yet arrived.

Xiaoyu politely sent the police uncle away, turned around and went to the room to turn out his mother's laptop.

Xiao Zhou didn't understand, so: "Brother, what are you going to do?"

“On the Internet.”

“What are you doing online?”

“Check the license plate.”

“What to do when checking license plates?”

“…”

While typing the keyboard skillfully and quickly, Xiaoyu broke the Traffic Management Bureau's system in minutes, and said unbearable: "Go and see if there is any food in the refrigerator. Aren't you hungry?"

"Well, I'm really hungry after you say that." Xiao Zhou turned around and climbed down from the chair, jumped to the living room to flip through the refrigerator.

Xiaoyu stared at the computer screen and looked at the car owner's information corresponding to the license plate number. His bright and dark eyes were stunned for a few seconds.

Feng Moyan.

He remembered that on the day he returned to China, Aunt Xue mentioned this name to her mother in the car, saying that he protected her daughter very well.

So who is this person?

After two seconds of being stunned, the little boy came to his senses, immediately exited the system, and opened the search engine.

After entering the three words Feng Moyan, he stared at the handsome and cold face on the screen, and was stunned again.

It's him - the uncle at the entrance of the mall, the uncle who was holding the silly little sister.

So, he is the person his mother told Aunt Xue!

But why did my mother mention him? And why did my mother meet his daughter?

And, this face...

The little guy was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly got up to find a mirror.

Looking at himself in the mirror, then looking at the face on the screen - so similar - so, would he be his father?

If he is his father, why never mention it? Why don’t he bring them to reunite with his father?

There were countless question marks flashing in the little boy's head.

"Mom, you are finally back... I'm going to starve to death, and my brother doesn't cook for me, hum!" Suddenly, a sound came from the living room. Xiaoyu was shocked and hurriedly closed the browsing page and deleted the traces.

As soon as they ran to the door of the room, Yang Qianyu happened to come and the two almost ran into each other.

"Xiaoyu? What are you doing?" Yang Qianyu asked with a gentle smile when he saw his eldest son.

"Bored, go online." The little guy answered his mother, glanced at his younger brother and complained bluntly, "I'm only two minutes older than you, why do you have to cook for you?"

"Who told you to be your brother, it's a big one if you're older!"

"Ha, now you admit that I am my brother?"

"You are!"

The two brothers said one by one, and as they were about to pinch them again, Yang Qianyu held his forehead with his hands, sighed helplessly, and quickly comforted him: "Okay, okay, mom, go and do it, what do you want to eat? Report the menu."

Xiao Zhou's mouth is as sweet as honey: "Mom tastes delicious whatever she cooks."

Yang Qianyu rubbed his youngest son's head and entered the kitchen with a smile.

In the living room, the two brothers were bored and folded paper into the airplane to play.

Xiaoyu looked at his younger brother and hooked his fingers at him.

"what?"

Brother: "Do you want dad?"

The younger brother's eyes lit up, "How, can you find dad?"
Chapter completed!