Mr. He’s Daily Affections

"Of course my mother is my dad." Xiaobao hugged his arm and next to him, "Mom particularly likes dad."

"Do Mom and Dad like you?" He Jingyao looked down at him.

"Of course!" He was proud of his chest.

"But you just said that your mother doesn't want you anymore." He Jingyao's inflexible cliché, "Also said your dad won't name you."

There are too many contradictions in the child's speech.

Xiao Bao was really asked, thinking frowningly.

He Jingyao smirked and touched his head and said, "Are you running away from home?"

"No." He shook his head.

"Then why do you stick to me, eh?"

"There is no reason." He said softly, and then he fell on him again, as if afraid of He Jingyao dropping him.

The child's mouth is tight.

He Jingyao stroked his eyebrows and simply gave up questioning. After a while, the car stopped.

He took the little guy out of the car and walked across.

Xiao Bao looked at it curiously, and immediately looked anxious: "Police station? Why did you bring me here!"

He Jingyao's fingers flicked on his head: "I'm helping you find your father and mother."

"I don't want it!" Xiaobao put his arms around his neck, "Don't leave me behind!"

With that, his voice was stained with a cry.

He Jingyao glanced at him, but did not speak, but his footsteps kept on, Xiao Bao scared his face white, his limbs wrapped around him with death.

He Jingyao's face stiffened and pulled the little guy off his neck: "You tell me your parents' name and your own name, and I will take you out of here."

His eyes were reddish, and he shook his head vigorously and refused to say.

At this time, a police officer greeted him. He had received a phone call before, so he knew the identity of the person coming, and said very respectfully: "Mr. He."

"This child probably lost his family, you find a way to find his family." He Jingyao said, putting the little guy on the ground.

As a result, as soon as he let go, the little guy quickly hugged his leg, a small face was tight, and his eyes were red, and he looked like he would cry at any time.

"Xiaobao." His voice fell deep.

The little guy ignored it.

He Jingyao exhaled and warned himself not to worry about a child. He looked at the police officer and said, "This child refuses to say anything, and trouble you."

"It should be." The police officer was very experienced in this, and immediately squatted down and looked at Xiaobao's cordial opening.

"Not good," he choked, "He Jingyao, don't leave me behind!"

He Jingyao took a deep breath and looked at the police officer with a cold face.

The police officer immediately realized and leaned over to pick up the little guy.

"Don't! Don't! Don't move me!" Xiao Bao struggled quickly, but after all, he was still small. Where could he compete with adults, he was quickly held by the police officer.

He was angry, his face was flushed, and he struggled desperately: "Let me go! Let me go! Woo..."

The police officer had no choice but to coax him quietly, but Xiaobao didn't buy it at all and kept looking at He Jingyao in tears.

He Jingyao was indifferent, looked at him and turned away.

"Ooooo..."

However, the little guy's low whimper followed him, forcing him to stop.