Luo's father looked at the big clock in the living room of Political Commissar Wang's house and thought of something, "Hey, it's already half past one. I have a flight at three o'clock and I have to leave now."
After saying that, he stood up.
"Lao Luo, tell me, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and you have to be in such a hurry." The gray-haired lieutenant general scolded.
Luo's father smiled apologetically, "I'm busy, I still have a meeting when I get home, Lao Min, you guys, please take care of me."
After saying this, he turned around and left without waiting for the other person who wanted to criticize him to speak.
"Chief Luo, your driver is not here, I will see you off." Qin Ningrui, who had been silent, stood up and said.
He followed Luo's father's steps.
Luo's father agreed without much thought, "I'll trouble you then."
It is true that he did not bring a driver.
There are a lot of people at the airport in June, and many parents take their children out to relax after taking exams.
They were in twos and threes, talking and laughing.
"Woo, mom..."
Mu Mu had just gotten out of the taxi and not taken two steps when he saw a little girl standing on the side of the road crying, with a confused and panicked face, but no emotion in her big black and white eyes.
She frowned in confusion, walked over slowly, squatted next to the little girl, pulled her little hand, and smiled at her: "What's wrong with you?"
"Mom, mom." The little girl's eyes didn't move, and she stretched out her little hand to touch Mu Mu's face, "Mom."
After touching for a while, she suddenly hugged Mu Mu's neck and said, "Mom."
The wound on the back was touched by the little girl, and she showed her teeth in pain. She wanted to push her away and continue to ask, but the little girl held her and refused to let go. She didn't know how such a small person could have such strength.
"Baby, can you let go of me first?" Mu Mu whispered with the little girl.
The little girl ignored her words, "Mom, little Baibai is missing."
"I'm not your mother." Mu Mu tried to open the little girl's hand.
She suddenly cried loudly again, "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo guys.
The cry was loud and attracted the attention of many passers-by.
Everyone's eyes were filled with condemnation, as if to say: You are so cruel that you want to abandon your own child.
Mu Mu frowned and was speechless.
He patted the little girl's back and said in a low voice: "I'm really not your Mommy. Let me go and I'll take you to find Mommy, okay?"
Hearing this, the little girl let go of Mu Mu, tilted her neck, pouted her little mouth, and said in a sweet voice: "Ma Ma's hair is so long, her eyes are big, her chin is pointed, she is so beautiful, and she is so thin.
So thin, wearing white clothes, blue pants, white shoes, and a little baby."
I'm still young, so I can't pronounce some words clearly enough.
Passerby A: "You said she's not her mother, isn't she the one you're talking about?"
Passerby B: "That's right."
Everyone looked at Mu Mu with contempt.
Mu Muhan is dead, should this little girl be told according to her characteristics?
"I'm really not your mother."
The little girl pursed her mouth in grievance, blinked her big eyes twice, and tears came out again, "Mama is disgusted that Yaya can't see her eyes and brings little Baibai to eat a lot of food, right? Didn't Daddy give a lot of money?
Did you give it to Mommy? Does Mommy want to run away with the money and lose Yaya?"
"..."
Passerby A: "What a cruel woman."
Passerby B: "This woman is so vicious that she doesn't even want the children she gives birth to."
The crowd grew larger and larger, surrounding Mu Mu and condemning her moral character inside and out.
