MTL - If We Cannot Grow Old Together-Chapter 39 Can you help me?

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What is the meaning of pudding missing? !

Muzi had no time to talk to Xia Zhiguo any more. After sending him away, he immediately put on his outing clothes and directly stopped a taxi and went straight to her and Qinyang’s original residence. This book is the first ↘ ↘ .. Book. Help ↘ https://www.novelbuddy.com/

The aunt who took care of the pudding told Muziyou that she was pushing a small pudding to go to the park and met a few more words about the mother who pushed the child out to the sun. At this time, one of the five-year-old daughters of Bao’s mother felt that the pudding was very cute and said that she would push him to play, and she agreed.

Unexpectedly, the little girl went to pick flowers and prepared to tease the pudding for a while. The child and the baby carriage disappeared instantly!

There are also a lot of traffickers who think of this year, so Auntie is determined to be the hand of such people, and said that he is very self-blaming, and he will apologize to Muziyou.

Muziyou knows that this can't blame her. The most important thing at the moment is to find the whereabouts of the pudding. Therefore, because Qin Yang had already called the police for the first time, and she did not want to sit at home, she hurried to the vicinity of the incident to see if there was any monitoring, or if the passing person saw her child.

However, because the mother who brought the child out of the park is very common, no one particularly notices who is behaving abnormally. After asking for a long time, there is no useful clue at all.

In the vicinity of the last place where the pudding appeared, there was no camera at all to see the situation at the time...

Muziyou feels that half of his life has collapsed!

If there is no pudding, what does it mean to live?

Just as she was eager to see the six gods, the phone ringed again, and Muzi looked at it without looking at electricity. She subconsciously picked up and asked: "How? What is the fall of the pudding?"

"Pudding... What happened?" There was a low and magnetic voice of Li Qiaosheng, and he was worried.

When Muzi heard his voice, he instantly caught the last straw and forgot how much he was alienated from him. He hurriedly replied: "Joe, I know that you have a wide network of people and the pudding is not seen." It is very likely that he was abducted by a trafficker! Can you help me, help me check his whereabouts, beg you!"

"Well, don't worry, let me know the details of the matter, I will help you."

As soon as the pudding disappeared, Li Qiaosheng did not know what was going on, and he followed it with a sigh of relief, as if his own son had been abducted!

Muziyu sobbed and couldn't easily get the whole thing going. Li Qiaosheng was relatively calmer. "Well, do you have a clear picture of the pudding? Send it to me, what are the obvious features, and tell me that I am sending people out immediately."

"Well, yes, I will send it to you right away. Pudding, he is the same blood type as you, and then laughs like you, only one side has a small dimple. There is a pair of silver bracelets on the wrist, yes, It was your father who left it for me, cough, and..."

Muziyou said and found that there was something wrong with it. It was too late to want to stop again. The man at the other end heard something wrong. The voice suddenly turned from concern to questioning. "Long, pudding is My son, right?"

"he--"

"If I remember correctly, the silver bracelet was originally reserved for my future grandson or granddaughter. And you gave the pudding, it is the same blood type as me, the same dimple, huh, what else do you have? Want to justify?" Li Qiaosheng's words are biting quite accurately.

Muzi had no words to say, because he was anxious, and he cried without hesitation: "Yes, he is your child right! So you must bring him back! Without a pudding, I don't want to live. Up..."

"Give me a day!" The man dropped the sentence categorically and hanged up.