At noon, the sun is fierce. I do n’t know what's going on. The little guy keeps crying. How can I coax? I just coaxed, he could still be cute for a while, and then held Yan Yiyu's face.
Excited: "Look, why do you get old, let me hug, he has to kiss me."
Who hugs, who is the little guy?
Several people are still stupid. Nangongyu feels wrong, "Why do children cry?"
Bai Chen: "From the morning to the present, is he crying less?"
Yan Yanyu also felt wrong, "No, he was not kissed us, when the Junshan Jun personally, he laughed. Why is it crying for us?"
All four of them looked at the little guy in confusion.
Nangong Zi suddenly reacted when he looked at the children walking by the roadside, carrying milk jugs on his back and immediately shouted loudly, "Damn, we didn't feed my son milk powder!"
As soon as this statement came out, all four were frightened.
"Enter the car."
After returning, I panicked and found the little guy's bottle. The four big men were crowded in the car.
Standing in the canvas bag.
On the front hood of the sedan, there was a little guy's stuff.
The four of them were in a hurry, "How much milk powder should you feed?"
"Add water or milk powder first? Xiaobai, you hurry up with your mobile phone to check the parent blogger."
Yan Zhenyu hugged the little guy who was crying boredly, hugged him in his arms, feeling distressed, "Hurry up."
"This hot water is too hot, it burns my son. Lao Zhen, go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of cold water and mix it."
The four older men have clear division of labor, but they still cannot take care of a single child.
The people passing by turned their heads to look at a few people. One was curiosity, and the twist was to see the value of the four people. When I looked back again, I felt wrong.
The four were obviously not taking care of the children. The children were still crying. The four only cared for milk powder, regardless of the little guy.
Passers-by stepped forward and asked, "Oh, what are you doing?"
"While going, didn't you see someone who made milk powder for my son?"
"Whose sons are you?"
Bai Chen said impatiently: "Who do you care about our son."
Several people's jerky techniques made passers -by who was not assured to stop and look at it.
Nangong Paled the bottle to the little guy in a panic. For the first time, the little guy did not throw the bottle, holding the milk pot no matter whether it was three or seventeenth, no matter whether it was good or not, he sucked up.
The four finally relieved.
Their backs, due to panic and the high temperature of 37 degrees, made the shirts wet for several people.
"What do you four have to do with this child?" Before the people on the side had left, they looked at the four of them and asked.
Yan Zhenyu: "Who are you?"
"I'm pure passers -by. I don't think you will take care of your children. It must not be the parent of this child. What about the parents of this child?"
Yan Yanyu: "It should have nothing to do with you."
The passerby took out his cell phone and said, "Where did you bring this child? If you don't explain it clearly, I'll call the police."
Bai Chen pointed at himself with his back finger, looked at the uncle who was pulling in front of him, and asked, "Uncle, see clearly, are we like human traffickers?"
"I didn't say you are human traffickers. I suspect you are the child bought from the human traffickers." The technique was awkward, and it was obvious that he was not a father. The child cried for a long time, and he heard crying from afar.
If the biological parents were by my side, the child would definitely not be so sad.
"Buying and selling the same sin! Do you not explain to where this child comes, let's see the police station."
The little guy hugged the bottle, groaned, only to fill his stomach, where did he care about what trouble did his cry bring?