So on the way home, Shen Mohan deliberately tried to please the little guy: "Baby, do you want to call mom?"
The little guy turned his face angrily and said nothing.
Shen Mohan waited for a while but didn't get a response from the little guy. He raised his eyebrows and dialed the phone awkwardly.
"Hello?" Su Cen's hoarse and even nervous voice came from the other end of the phone, "You... have you gotten off the plane? Is Yangyang still good? Did you have a good meal at noon? Did he get into trouble? You put it
Can you please call him and let me have a few words with him?"
Shen Mohan originally wanted her to talk to her son and coax the little guy, but now that he didn't even appear in her series of questions, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, so he answered them one by one unhurriedly.
Her question: "After we got off the plane, he was fine. After lunch, he was having trouble."
The person on the other end of the phone took a deep breath, as if trying to control his emotions: "Then can you give the phone to Yangyang? Please... please."
It was rare for Shen Mohan to hear her tell him that she was softening, and his heart went numb. He was silent for a while, then handed the phone to his son, and said in a sour tone: "Your mother wants to talk to you."
"I don't want to talk to her! I hate her!" The little guy angrily pushed away the mobile phone handed over by Shen Mohan, but immediately leaned over and shouted loudly: "Don't you want me anymore?! Why do you want to talk to me?
Talk, I don’t want to talk to you! Huh! You go talk to Aunt Chen! Huh!”
Shen Mohan took the phone over and said softly: "Cen'er, he's losing his temper. Forget it, I'll call you later. You... please be good, be good..."
There were too many things that he wanted to say but couldn't. Thinking of the little woman's tearful eyes, he felt heartbroken again. He sighed and closed the thread. He turned to look at his son with a slightly red face, and saw the little girl on one side.
The guy's eye circles are already red.
Shen Mohan coughed dryly and asked softly: "Don't you want to talk to mom? Why are you being mean to her again?"
The little guy could have held back his tears, but when his biological father said this, he wanted to cry again.
Yes, he likes his mother so much and wants to talk to her so much, but her mother doesn't want him anymore.
With his mouth pursed and tears welling up in his eyes, Shen Mohan stopped talking when he saw this, and took his son directly back to his new home in Yuyuan. This villa was bought by him after he was discharged from the hospital. When he saw the environment of the villa area, he immediately
His immediate reaction was that Su Cen would definitely like it, so he found someone to reserve a set before the sale started.
After giving the little guy a bath, Shen Mohan asked Yangyang when he went to bed at night: "Would you like to sleep by yourself or with me?"
The little guy glanced at his handsome biological father, puffed out his cheeks and said, "I don't want to sleep with you..."
"Then you're not afraid of the dark?" Shen Mohan glanced at him and asked deliberately.
The little guy picked at the corners of his pajamas and remained silent. Although he was very scared, he just didn't want to talk. He didn't want to sleep with his fierce father. He wanted to sleep with his mother.
"Okay then." Shen Mohan turned on the lights in the room. The room inside has been decorated, like a children's dream paradise. "If you're scared, just call dad, or just come next door."
The little guy didn't speak. He lay down on the bed with his chubby body and closed his eyes, as if he didn't like to communicate with his father.
Shen Mohan shook his head, turned around and walked out. He left a night light for him and closed the door before going out.
When I returned to the room, I saw a missed call displayed on my phone, which was from Su Cen.
Shen Mohan stared at the phone for a long time, took a deep breath, and dialed back. As soon as the call was connected, Su Cen's heartbroken crying came from the other end: "Shen Mohan, please give Yang Yang back to me, please."
Now, please return Yangyang to me, okay? I can't live without him, I beg you! Shen Mohan, I promise you that I will not associate with anyone, and I will not let Yangyang call anyone daddy. I would rather keep it to myself for the rest of my life.
A living widow! Please give me the child back. I can’t live without him..."
Su Cen has been crying since Yangyang was taken away by Ling Yue in the morning. During the day, Lin Zicong came to accompany her and make her happy. But at night, when she saw the empty crib, Su Cen wanted to die.
The heart is there.
She now kind of hates herself for being so stubborn, why she can't go back and live a good life with Shen Mohan for the sake of her child, and why she lets her child suffer because of her own knot in her heart, especially when she heard Yang Yang crying and saying she didn't want him.
, her heart felt like it had been stabbed into a hornet's nest.
In the baby's room, after hearing Shen Mohan walk away, the little guy got up from the bed like a flesh bug and turned on the big light in the room.
He regrets what he said to his mother. What if his mother really thinks he hates her? Will his mother never want him again?
The little guy rubbed his eyes with his chubby little hands, then picked up the phone on the bedside and dialed the number key by key very seriously. That was his mother's number. He remembered it very skillfully!
But the phone rang for a long time without being answered. The little guy felt more and more sad and depressed. When he dialed again, there was still a monotonous "beep" sound, and finally he put the phone back in despair.
He curled his lips and sat on the bed with his little toes for a while. Suddenly his big round eyes blinked. He went to get the phone again, quickly pressed a few numbers, and the call was quickly connected.
"Hello? Is this Uncle 110? I...I was kidnapped, I want to go home..." he said and sobbed softly.
The operator on the other end of the phone was a little surprised. The child sounded like he was only two or three years old, but he actually knew how to call the police. "Kid, where are you now?"
A deliberately low-pitched child's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Of course I'm at the bad guy's house. Auntie, come and save me..."
The little operator suppressed her doubts and lowered her voice unconsciously: "Kid, where are your parents? Where are they? How did you end up at the bad guy's house?"
Who knew that when she asked this question, the child on the other end of the phone started to cry: "I...I don't have a father, I only have a mother, and an uncle. My mother has long hair and big eyes, and she is very beautiful. I like her very much."
She, our aunt downstairs has a very beautiful dog, it’s La...La..."
"Labrador?" the little girl on the operator reminded.
"Yes!" The little guy on the other end of the phone sniffed heavily: "Auntie, can you find my mother? I want to go home. I'm very cold and hungry now. The bad guys won't give me food or a quilt to cover me.
, you guys come and save me quickly!”
The little operator girl touched her arm that was covered in goosebumps due to the air conditioner in the office. She thought about the four words "cold and hungry" again, and then educated her: "Kid, lying is a bad behavior. You should
Go to bed, otherwise your nose will grow longer."
Immediately there was a cry from the other end of the phone: "I didn't lie! That bad guy kidnapped me to ask for money from my mother! Wuwu, the bad guy is here, I won't speak anymore, let's do this for now..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the microphone being clicked.
After Shen Mohan finished the phone call, he saw the light coming from the next room, so he left the room and went to the next door to take a look.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw the lights in the room were bright, and Yangyang was sitting on the bed, playing with his feet.
"Baby, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Shen Mohan asked gently.
Yangyang let out a soft "hum", then got into the quilt and lay on his side with his back to the door.
Seeing his awkward appearance, Shen Mohan couldn't help but take a step forward and asked again: "Can't you sleep?"
Yangyang closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but ignored him.
Shen Mohan was afraid that he would play again later and not sleep, so he patted his fat butt and said softly: "Go to my room and sleep."
The little guy pushed his butt up higher and pulled the quilt over his head.
"Why are you ignoring me when I talk to you? Be careful, I'll spank you!" Before he finished speaking, Shen Mohan came over, lifted off the quilt, and then picked up the little guy on the bed.
Oh, then I realized that this little thing was quite heavy. I have to say that Su Cen raised the child very well. Shen Mohan felt jealous when he thought of the little guy sucking his mother's breast milk.
This time, kid Shen Yanjiang lay obediently in his arms and said nothing.
His mother rarely hugs him. Sometimes Uncle Lin wants to hug him, and her mother will say that boys should not be too squeamish.
Although Yangyang wanted to be hugged by his mother in the past, he felt that he usually ate too many snacks and would be heavy. It would be difficult for his mother to hold him, so he never asked his mother to hold him.
But now this father can easily pick himself up with one hand. He feels a little happy, but also feels a little embarrassed because of this happiness.
Naturally, Shen Mohan didn't know that Yang Yang had so many twists and turns in his little head. After carrying the little guy into the room, he put him on his big bed: "Go to bed quickly."
Yangyang originally thought that he would hold her for a little longer, but when she was put on the bed, she was naturally a little disappointed. She pursed her lips and rolled over into the quilt.
Shen Mohan turned off the big light on the ceiling, then sat down on the sofa in the other corner of the room, picked up the computer and started working.
After a while, the little guy hummed softly from the quilt on the bed: "It's too noisy, I can't sleep."
The greening in the community is well done, and it is quiet outside with no sound at all.
Despite this, Shen Mohan still got up and left the room and closed all the windows outside.
Less than five minutes after I sat down, the little guy's milky voice came from a ball on the bed: "It's too bright, I still can't sleep..."
Shen Mohan suppressed his temper and said softly: "Put your head out and sleep well."
Before he finished speaking, a round little head poked out. The little thing rubbed his eyes and said, "That lamp hurts my eyes."