Such a small bun made Ye Weiwei feel heartbroken. She stretched out her hand to touch the small bun, but at this time she saw the painting on the back of her hand.

Well, she forgot that she is still the zombie bride's look. No wonder Xiao Baozi is afraid.

Ye Weiwei turned around, grabbed the gray wedding dress and smeared her face. She was sure that the red color was gone, and then she turned around and said gently in a tone of coaxing Xixi: "Baby, don't be afraid, aunt is a person, not a zombie. Look, does aunt's eyes look good? It's all about you. Zombies and bad people can't pretend to be in the eyes."

Xiao Baozi, who was already in horror, heard Ye Weiwei's words and somehow smiled. He spoke slowly and said in a slight voice: "Xiao Yiran."

Hearing the name of the little bun, Ye Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to rub his furry head, curled her lips and said, "Then... Xiao Yiran, will my aunt help you untie the rope and take you out to find your parents?"

"I don't have a mother. My dad doesn't want me." Xiao Baozi said, lowering his head, tears falling down.

Seeing the little guy crying, Ye Weiwei's heart twisted together, and her chest felt a suffocating pain. While she untied the rope for Xiao Baozi, she said: "Most of the parents in this world love their babies. If you believe in your father, he might be joking with you. He won't want you."

Ye Weiwei's voice was very light, pouring into Xiao Baozi's ears, and ripples were melting in his little heart lake.

The little bun stared at Ye Weiwei's eyes, and suddenly took the initiative to get into her arms, hugged her tightly, and even swallowed, "Mommy."

Ye Weiwei gently stroked the little guy's spine. After his mood stabilized slightly, she picked him up and took him out.

After finally walking out of the haunted house, Ye Weiwei wanted to find someone to borrow a cell phone, but she didn't expect that as soon as she stepped away, she met a policeman and a bodyguard in a black suit.

The leading policeman held a baton and shouted to Ye Weiwei, "Put down the child in your hand, turn around and hold his head!"

Ye Weiwei has been training in prison for five years and will subconsciously follow the police's orders.

So she completed the operation of holding her head in less than five seconds.

The stunned little bunzi wanted to ask why Ye Weiwei did this, and the bodyguard with the Xiao family logo rushed up, quickly picked up the little bunzi, then retreated quickly, and got on the bulletproof car under the gaze of the police.

As for Ye Weiwei, her raised hand was locked by two policemen, and she was clasped in silver handcuffs on the left and right.

Half an hour later, in the Haojue Jinzun Villa District, Beicheng, Xiao House.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Xiao Jinghan pinched a half-burning cigarette between his fingers, and his face was as cold as ever, like a figure carved from a thousand-year-old iceberg, with a heart-wrenching coldness, which reduced the temperature of the entire villa very low. Everyone was so cold that they couldn't spit out a word.

"Brother, I've found it. I've entered the villa area." Xiao Lingyun came to his brother tremblingly, covering his chest and quietly breathing a sigh of relief.

In the morning, the baby asked for his mother and had a fight with her brother. Before noon, news of the missing guy came from the kindergarten. All the guards of the Xiao family were dispatched and finally found the little ancestor at home at this time.

"Brother, don't be so strict with your baby in the future. He is not your employee, he is just a four-year-old child, so it's normal for him to want a mother." Seeing his biological brother's body move, Xiao Lingyun braved his courage and preached tentatively.
Chapter completed!