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Bai Chengyun's throat was blocked by breath, and he was depressed.

Brother Ye tilted his head and expressed his dissatisfaction with his father with a cold face, "Are you satisfied with hurting a young man like this?"

Bai Chengyun didn't answer, he just looked at the little afro on the opposite side, "Your mother did it to herself, you know?"

Brother Ye shook the spoon in his hand, "Mr. Bai! Please pay attention to the way you speak! Do you want me to buy you an EQ course?"

"Yes." Xin Gan nodded, without any shyness, "Mom said that if people do something wrong, they have to pay for the consequences, and I will accompany her to bear everything."

Bai Chengyun doesn't like heart oranges.

Not only because she is a little bastard in his eyes, but also because of Xin Gan's attitude towards him.

Just like Su Qingyue that day.

It's just that Su Qingyue ignored it, while Xingan directly wanted to choke him to death.

A little girl who is more than four years old, how can there be so much reason? Are those experts and professors going to jail to give early education to this girl?

"Since you like to play together, then go home." Bai Chengyun stood up and walked out.

He passed by Leng Cang and paused, "Send the two children back to Qiuyuan. Once they get home, use technical means to block the signal of the explosive head's watch. Brother Ye will pick up the surveillance and find a way to deal with it. If Su Qing Yue finds a child, and it looks good with you!"

Leng Cang froze for a moment, and realized when he saw the two children wiping their mouths, "Yes!"

Is the boss going to attack Su Qingyue again?

Didn't he vent enough to beat up the male publicist who had an affair with Su Qingyue and make him a eunuch?Is this going to take out your anger on the child again?
Such a cute afro, how did he get into trouble with such a big devil like the boss?

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Su Qingyue took the shipping note from the prison factory, and the unused fabric made the pickup almost overweight. She calculated how many clothes could be made from these fabrics.

Or make a version and take it to a small factory for processing?

But looking for a small factory requires a deposit. She is too nervous to spend all her money. She has to save some money, for fear that if the child has a headache, the hospital will not be able to afford it.

Or do it yourself.

In order to save money, she didn't dare to ask someone to help her carry the fabric upstairs. After unloading the goods, Su Qingyue dragged the rolls upstairs by herself.

It was all piled up at the door, so she took the key to open the door, so as not to disturb Xingan's nap.

Her movements were as light as possible.

Xingan is too sensible, unlike other children who are very angry about getting up, she doesn't want Xingan to be so sensible and always try to be considerate of others.

So when all the fabrics were piled up in the living room and the child hadn't come out of the bedroom, Su Qingyue felt particularly accomplished.

She hadn't washed her hands yet, so she couldn't help but unscrew the door of the bedroom to see her daughter. She told herself that she would take a shower and change clothes after taking a look. It was fine if she didn't hold the child.

The bedroom was empty, all of Su Qingyue's smiles were condensed on the corners of her mouth.

She quickly exited the bedroom and went to the tailoring room, but there was still no one there.

Bit by bit, the scalp began to tighten and tingle.

Su Qingyue hit her chest with her fist, "It's okay, it's okay, don't panic! Be calm! Xingan is very smart and won't go out indiscriminately."

She took a deep breath and went out to pat on the door of the neighbor opposite, with a big smile on her lips, for fear that others would think she had a bad attitude and not tell her, "Auntie, have you seen Xingan?"

The old aunt pinched the tripod of her presbyopic glasses and looked at Su Qingyue with vacant eyes, "No, I went to Sanqiao to buy vegetables in the morning, and it was almost noon when I came back by bus. I didn't see Xiaoxiaogan."

Su Qingyue asked every family, but none of them saw Xingan.

This community is full of retired old men and women, and they will miss the morning rush hour to go shopping at Sanqiao, where vegetables and fruits are wholesaled, because it is free to take the bus.

There are young people living there, and they go to work early in the morning. Families with children are unwilling to live in this old community.

Older neighborhoods don't have cameras.

After asking for an hour, the eyes of Su Qingyue, who had no eyebrows at all, were already brimming with redness.