Meng Yao walked around and came to the bottom of Villa No. 3 and happened to meet the servant who was delivering food. She also knew that there was a child on it, a little boy about four or five years old.

Four or five years old...

Luo Gu, is that the same age?

Meng Yao felt suffocated. Every time she thought of this, she felt unbearable. It was her son, a piece of flesh that fell from her body, but she was snatched away without even holding it...

Is he okay now? Is anyone taking care of him?

Meng Yao didn't dare to think about it. She had searched and inquired, but there was no news at all. She knew nothing about who came to steal the child.

Hope was wiped out a little bit, from the initial expectation, she was now discouraged, but she did not give up looking, but was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Meng Yao inexplicably wanted to go upstairs to see what a boy of this age looks like, see if he is good at eating, tall, or even...

How she hoped that the child above was her son.

Meng Yao's eyes were red, and her thin body was particularly thin standing in the cold wind. She followed the servant and wanted to go up and see the child. The man in black knew that she was a temporary guest, so she did not stop her.

The elevator rises to the seventh floor, and the senior ward.

The servant pushed open the ward door and the doctor was about to check it out for him. Xiaojiu was not very cooperative and said nothing, and was full of resistance.

The doctor had no choice but to call Mo Nanjue and temporarily retreated.

The servant put the dinner on the table, Xiaojiu took a cold look, and then closed her eyes.

He just wants to leave here and find Xiaoqi now.

He didn't want to wait any longer, he didn't want to wait for a minute or a second.

The servant set up the plate and took the meal out and placed it on the table, "Little baby, will I feed you?"

Xiao Jiu didn't move, as if he didn't hear it, and didn't even look at it.

“…”

The servant stood beside him and wanted to pull him, but he didn't dare to do so, so he had to wait.

Meng Yao stood by the glass window outside the door, and her eyes naturally fell on the boy on the hospital bed.

Xiaojiu has her eyes closed, her eyelashes are long, and her eyebrows are bright. When she is quiet, she has a gentle and elegant atmosphere, which will definitely not remind people of the killer.

Meng Yao stared at his face. He looked very handsome and was completely of two types with Tong Ran's son.

She always felt that this boy looked familiar.

Meng Yao raised her hand and stroked the glass window, and longing filled her eyes. If Luo Gu was by her side at this time, would he keep holding her and calling her mother?

Surely... he will be very sensible and will be her cutest little baby.

The servant waited for a while and tried to go up to feed the food, but Xiaojiu turned his face coldly. He turned over and almost knocked over the porcelain bowl in her hand.

Seeing this, Meng Yao hurriedly pushed open the door. The servant stood beside him with a look of embarrassment. She walked forward and said, "If I do it, you will definitely not be able to feed him like this."

"He doesn't like talking. The second young lady will come here later. I'm afraid the food will get cold, so..."

"Miss Meng, do you know?"

"I... have taken care of the children before," Meng Yao had no choice but to say that. She walked up, picked up the porcelain bowl, and looked at the boy on the hospital bed, "Do you want to drink soup first, or eat first?"

Xiaojiu's eyes were still closed and he ignored her.

Meng Yao bent down and sat down on the edge of the bed, and asked patiently, "If you don't want to eat, what do you want to eat?"

"I'm going out."
Chapter completed!