Ning Xiaotong, she regards the doll as her own child.
I saw Ning Xiaotong struggling with a comb to comb the doll's hair.
Because the doll's hair was messy and difficult to unclog, Ning Xiaotong was very careful.
After a little heavy blow, he hurriedly stopped, patted the doll gently, and murmured, "Nanny, I'm sorry, mom didn't mean it, mom, please be more careful next time, okay?"
Seeing Ning Xiaotong give all her love to the doll in front of her, the corners of Luo Qian's eyes turned sour.
If the child lying in his arms was a real child, how happy this child would be.
But everything can only be imagined, reality is always so cruel.
Ignoring Ning Xiaotong's struggle, he took a step forward and held Ning Xiaotong in his arms. During this time, Ning Xiaotong's life was really hard.
Those lifeless eyes were always focused on the doll in his arms.
Don't worry, Xiaotong, the child will definitely find it.
Xiaotong, cheer up quickly. I don’t want to see you like this when I find a baby in the future.
But Luo Qian couldn't say anything to comfort her, because it was still unknown when the baby would be recovered.
The servants' noise suddenly came from the door, and it seemed to be getting louder and louder.
Luo Qian frowned, stood up and looked out the window.
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of white.
However, a group of men in black suddenly appeared in the middle of the white space, with serious expressions and weapons on their waists, guarding the door of the villa despite the severe cold.
The mediators standing in front of the villa were all ready.
Standing in the middle was a man in a gray suit, with cold eyes, staring closely at the servant standing in front of the door. You could feel the cold aura emanating from his body from a distance.
That person is Han Shaoqi.
Luo Qian was surprised and looked back at Ning Xiaotong, who was still staring at the doll in her hand and chuckling.
He hurriedly went to find Song Gang. Huangfu Lin was not in the villa now, and the only one who could take charge was Song Gang.
Before he ran out of the door, he saw Song Gang glance at the door with a wary look on his face, and turned back to tell Luo Qian, "Qianqian, I'll leave Xiaotong to you."
At that moment, Luo Qian had the intuition that Song Gang was explaining the aftermath.
At the same time, Luo Qian was startled when she saw Song Gang's figure walking sideways, with a slight bulge in his waist. It was clear that it was in the shape of a pistol.
There was a feeling of uneasiness in my heart. The figure of Song Gang leaving so cheerfully was clearly a farewell.
"Song Gang." He hugged Song Gang's waist tightly from behind, his eyes were moist and shining, but he resisted not falling.
"Song Gang, don't go." He leaned his head on Song Gang's back, feeling the warmth, and the generous back conveyed infinite strength to him.
But at this moment, the figure seemed to be about to leave him.
Opening his arms, Song Gang turned his head and looked into Luo Qian's eyes with a smile. When he touched the sparkling light in his pupils, he was slightly startled, "Don't worry, I won't leave you alone."
Luo Qian nodded and watched Song Gang leave.
Looking back at Ning Xiaotong, she didn't know when Ning Xiaotong had arrived at the window, holding the doll and pointing out the window with a smile, "Nanny, look, it's snowing outside. Can mommy take you outside?"
It's time to walk outside the villa.
Luo Qian was startled and hurriedly grabbed Ning Xiaotong, "Xiaotong, if the baby goes outside, she will be cold." Ning Xiaotong couldn't listen to anything else, so she could only say this.