Qiu Hong shook her head. She rejected Yang Meng and forced a smile at him. She said there was no need, but raising this little guy as her son was just a spur of the moment.

"Take care of it. I have a house in the suburbs that's always empty. I only have two servants take care of it and deliver it to them. If you want to have more fun, then ask them to send it over."

"Alright." Qiu Hong did not have the strength to speak anymore.

Leaning her head into Yang Meng's embrace, Qiu Hong closed her eyes. She could not tell what she was feeling. She did not know how far she had to go before they would meet, and if she still had the courage to continue walking.

Yang Meng carried Qiu Hong into his bedroom. Right now, being tossed around in the middle of the night was indeed a challenging task for him.

Qiu Hong asked Yang Meng if she would like to make breakfast. She also couldn't sleep because he didn't know if Xiao Meng Han had found a place to go for a little sightseeing.

Just now, she had been suppressing the urge to ask Xiao Meng Han about Xiao Xi's situation, but Qiu Hong's mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts and thoughts. It was extremely chaotic.

Yang Meng held down Qiu Hong's actions. He yawned and said with a tired expression, "I'm not eating anymore. Go to sleep. Without that little troublemaker, we will also go back to sleep and eat together at noon."

Qiu Hong nodded. She did not know how she should face Yang Meng's pensive gaze. With her back facing Yang Meng, she nestled into his embrace. Qiu Hong closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.

Xiao Yu's figure was discovered six streets away from Qiu Hong's home. Han Yong's eyes became cross-eyed as he watched. He never found that hairy figure again, nor did he hear any news of a baby.

Xiao Menghan had already called to check on all the recently abandoned babies in the city, but there was no sign of Shao Wandering, and no one had found him either.

Back then, when Xiao Menghan had received Han Yong's message saying that Mo Xiaoxiao had disappeared, he ruthlessly gave Han Yong a punch and then drove away.

Thousands upon thousands of people were hurrying along the busy street, but the person he was looking for was nowhere to be found.

At this moment, standing in front of the windows of the office on the top floor of the Xiao Group Building, Xiao Menghan looked down at the city full of cars. He had the urge to jump down and run around the city.

"Meng Han, I'll go over there and see if I can find anything. In addition, I discovered that Xuan Peng seems to have been doing something secretive in the past few days. He hasn't come to look for Mo Xiaoxiao."

Xiao Meng Han was lost in thought while standing at the window. When he heard Han Yong's words, he turned his body to look at him: "What do you want to say? You think he took Xiao Yan away? "

"Before we find Xiao Yan, we cannot be sure of anything. After all, there is no evidence. In short, it is impossible for a living person to disappear into thin air."

"Han Yong." Xiao Meng Han called out Han Yong's name, but was unable to say the following words. "Mo Xiaoxiao must still be alive."

Xiao Meng Han's heart slowly tightened. He had searched almost every inch of the place, even the unclaimed corpses in the mortuary, he endured the pain of asking for confirmation.

Every time he was worried that the message he received was true, every time he received a negative reply, it would let him feel relieved. However, the next second, his heart tightened because he hadn't received any news yet.

Xiao Meng Han's slender fingers swept across the table and grabbed the car keys. She then waved her hand and put on the black trench coat. The collar that was raised up covered most of his white hair.

"Meng Han?"

"I'll go with you."

"Meng Han, are you sure?"

"I'm sure." With these two words, Xiao Meng Han's figure left the room, and behind him was Han Yong's complicated gaze.

"Meng Han, you?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry, those people outside can't do anything to me." As Xiao Meng Han spoke, she had already passed by Han Yong, her slender fingers sweeping across the back of the chair.

The black trench coat drew a black arc in the air and landed on Xiao Meng Han's body. The collar was raised to cover her head of white hair.

Han Yong was stunned for a moment, until Xiao Menghan's voice sounded out from outside, warning Han Yong to set off. Han Yong hurriedly followed.

The sun was high in the sky, the sun was bright, and the crowd was in a hurry. The onlookers' gazes were attracted to the two handsome men standing on the street corner.

Han Yong looked at Xiao Menghan's expressionless face as he stood together with her. The dazzling person was definitely Xiao Menghan and not Han Yong. Han Yong had already gotten used to it and had become Xiao Menghan's shadow.

"Ah Yong, let's split up and search." Xiao Meng Han did not care about the gazes that fell on him. What he was worried about was Mo Xiao Yun, who was like an eagle as his sharp gaze fell on the shops on both sides of the road.

He could already feel that his son's aura was nearby, but he wasn't sure in which direction.

Han Yong nodded his head. He and Xiao Meng Han had a tacit understanding of each other as they searched the streets one by one.

Inside the store, in the green belt, and even in the trash can, Han Yong didn't miss a single thing. If the little guy was hungry enough to rummage through the trash can and turn it into a baby, he would be trapped inside the trash can.

Flipping through the trash can, Han Yong felt the strange gazes from the surroundings. He coughed and was just about to turn around and leave when a drink bottle appeared in his sight. It was an eight or nine-year-old boy.

"Uncle, this is for you."

Han Yong looked at the boy's sincere brown eyes. His face was burning, and he coughed a bit. He tried his best to speak in a more gentle tone, "Uncle, there's no need. You can just throw it in the trash."

With that, Han Yong fled. Behind him, the little boy's puzzled voice sounded out, "Mom, why is it that Uncle would rather go through the trash can than receive the bottle from me?"

"Because he is a bit thin-skinned, you have to study hard, otherwise, you will be like him in the future."

Han Yong was greatly embarrassed and subconsciously looked across the street at Xiao Meng Han. This look made him feel a lot more depressed and comfortable.

A garbage picking old lady pulled on Xiao MengHan's trench coat and wailed relentlessly: "You little brat, future little brat, properly don't go and earn money, come and snatch trash from my old granny, guilty ah, this entire street is my territory, you only know how to bully me, a lonely old granny."

He said it was an old woman, and that voice could be heard throughout the street. Han Yong instinctively raised his leg and was about to walk over when Xiao Menghan looked over. Han Yong raised his leg and put it back, continuing to search for Xiao Wanyou's figure.

Xiao Meng Han looked at the figure of the old woman in front of her, and her eyes lit up. He coldly snorted, and patted the air with his fair and slender fingers, then turned around and left, not wanting to interrupt his search for his son.

"Hey, you have no sense of respect for old people, really."

"What is it?" Are you old? " Xiao Meng Han lowered her head to look at the small hand that was grabbing onto the dirty corner of her windbreaker. Although it was a bit dirty, it didn't have a single wrinkle that belonged to an old man.

Nowadays, people who wore suits, leather shoes and shiny leather shoes might not necessarily be rich, and those who carried broken bags all over the street and dug out trash cans might not necessarily be shy.

Xiao MengHan's arm exerted force, and the windbreaker streaked across the dirty little hand.

This time, the old man refused to comply, directly sitting on the ground and wailing, crying mournfully and regretfully: "Save me, someone still wants to do something to an old woman like me, there are abnormal years of life, this year there are many, I'm a trash picking old woman and I even met one. Who's good, help me call the police, pity me lonely old man."