Dog food from heaven: Mr. Song please keep a low profile when sprinkling sugar

He wanted to see if the little girl could hear him, but he didn't want to respond.

The little girl turned her eyes away, not looking at Cong Cong's face, but looking elsewhere, still not speaking.

Now Congcong can only be sure that the little girl can see, hear and speak, which is unknown.

This made Cong Cong, who wanted to make friends with this little girl, very difficult.

How can you make friends if you don't talk?
Is he going to stalk?
This is not his style!
He is a cute little lady in school, so many people rush to make friends with him, but this little girl actually loves to ignore him!
"Congcong, if you don't want to talk, don't keep talking to her. Let her watch the cartoon for a while." Qiao Wan was making snacks in the kitchen, and when she heard Congcong talking outside, she couldn't help but walk A reminder at the kitchen door.

Congcong let out an oh, and helped the little girl start choosing cartoons.

"Which one do you want to see?" Cong Congming knew that the little girl might not reply to him, so he sat next to her symbolically and asked.

When the little girl saw a certain cover, she moved her eyes and raised her finger to one of the covers.

Congcong was almost startled by the little girl's actions.

Did this little girl hear him?

It turns out that he is not deaf!
He stood up excitedly, looked at the little girl's fingers, and then watched the TV, completely unaware of what cartoon the little girl was pointing at.

He had no choice but to choose one by one and ask.

"Is it this one?"

The little girl showed no expression, just raised her hand.

He continued to ask the last one, and the little girl seemed to agree, and put her hand down.

Congcong was a little excited watching the cartoon of the little tadpole looking for his mother.

"You also like to watch this cartoon, and I like it too." He said, and opened it directly. He didn't know where the little girl saw it, so he just started playing the first episode.

Just like that, the two of them quietly watched cartoons on the sofa.

After Qiao Wan made the snacks, she came out and found that the two of them were concentrating on watching cartoons. The little girl stopped holding the kite and put the kite aside.

"Hey kids, do you want to eat the baked biscuits I just made?" Qiao Wan put the biscuits and two glasses of orange juice on the tea table in front of the two children.

Seeing the orange juice, the little girl's face changed again, as if she was a different person suddenly, she got off the sofa, ran to the side of the orange juice, knocked over the two glasses of orange juice, and the cups rolled all the way to the ground along the coffee table.

Orange juice was spilled everywhere, and the little girl got orange juice on her own hands.

Qiao Wan frowned, what's wrong?
How did she see such a big reaction from orange juice?

This little girl was like a mystery, Qiao Wan couldn't figure it out, and couldn't ask any questions. Apart from helping her wipe her hands clean and hugging her back to sit on the sofa, Qiao Wan couldn't do anything.

In the end, Qiao Wan could only silently clean up the spilled orange juice with a sackcloth.

"Little sister, mother gave you orange juice because she wanted you to drink it. Why did you overturn it? If you don't like it, you don't have to do this. Just don't drink it." The girl enlightened.

The little girl is indifferent to this.

Fortunately, the biscuit didn't get wet, Qiao Wan picked up the biscuit plate and brought it to the little girl.

"I don't like drinking orange juice, how about some biscuits? Are you hungry?"

The little girl didn't move.

Congcong raised his hand and grabbed a piece: "My mother's biscuits are delicious, you can try one, it's really delicious."

The little girl still didn't move.

Qiao Wan was a little embarrassed.

This little girl really doesn't give anyone face.

Congcong tried to pass it to the little girl to eat, but she didn't open her mouth.

Congcong was a little annoyed that he had a hot face and a cold butt, so he took it back and ate it by himself.

The little girl seemed to have noticed that Congcong had eaten, raised her little hand slightly, and slowly took a piece by herself, and began to eat slowly.

Why did Qiao Wan feel that this little girl was afraid that the biscuit was poisonous, so she refused to eat it just now.

Wait for Congcong to eat first before doing it.

Is she autistic, or has she been twisted by the abuse?
The little girl's various strange behaviors made Qiao Wan more curious about this mysterious little girl.

"Congcong, it's not that mom said you, it's fine if you like watching this cartoon, but my little sister is at our house, why don't you ask him to watch this cartoon with you, maybe he doesn't like it?"

"Can't you find a cartoon that girls like to watch?"

After Qiao Wan noticed the cartoon on the TV, she blamed her and asked.

"And, haven't you watched this episode already?"

Congcong was almost not wronged to death, his grievances were written all over his smiling face.

"Mom, my little sister chose this one herself, and she wants to watch it herself. Otherwise, how could I choose this cartoon to watch again? I'm not such a boring person."

"You're talking nonsense, she hasn't even spoken, how can she choose herself." Qiao Wan didn't know what happened outside just now, she knew that Cong Cong had been talking to herself.

"Now you change the TV for your little sister, so that girls like to watch it, do you hear me?" Qiao Wan urged.

The bodyguards crouching in the dark couldn't see past it.

"Miss Qiao, let me prove to the young master that the animation was indeed chosen by the little girl herself, and she raised her finger just now."

When a witness came out to speak, Qiao Wan felt embarrassed and coughed lightly.

"I'm sorry, Cong Cong, I didn't know that this little sister actually reacted to cartoons, but she really wanted to watch this cartoon, I misunderstood you."

Congcong looked arrogant, "Mom, you disrespect me in front of my little sister, don't trust me, and make me lose all face. I will never forgive you!"

This child also knows how to save face in front of the little girl.

Qiao Wan laughed lightly.

"Then, if you don't forgive me, does that mean you won't eat the biscuits I made? Then I'll give these biscuits to my little sister?" Qiao Wan said, taking the biscuits to the other side.

The little girl can get it, but Congcong can't.

Cong Cong immediately became anxious: "There are so many biscuits that my little sister can't eat by herself, mom, you can't do this! You made these for my little sister and me!"

"Then are you still angry with your mother?" Qiao Wan asked him half-threateningly.

Congcong pouted.

"I stopped being angry for a while until I finished the cookies."

Qiao Wan looked at Congcong's cute little expression when he was angry, smiled, put the small plate of biscuits on the coffee table, and went back to the kitchen with the rag and the water basin that had been mixed with orange juice, and took care of it.

This little girl stayed at home until the afternoon when Song Yanshu came back from get off work and did not receive a call from the police. It seemed that the parents had no intention of looking for this little girl at all.

It stands to reason that almost ten hours have passed, even the most careless parents should realize that the child is lost.

Song Yanshu heard about this little girl when she was in the company, because it was impossible for a little girl to make any waves, so she didn't let anyone take care of it, and let Qiao Wan and Cong Cong leave the little girl at home .

When he came back, he saw that this little girl was so cute, she was almost on par with Congcong, no wonder Congcong liked this little girl so much.

"Her parents haven't come yet?" Song Yanshu took off his coat, changed his shoes and walked in.

Qiao Wan nodded, her face full of helplessness.

It's almost dark, does she want this child to live at home?
It's not appropriate to send it to the public security bureau outside. If the parents don't call the police tonight when the child goes there, wouldn't it be impossible to sleep well.

"Or, is there any way you can help find out who this little girl's guardian is? Let's find him directly." Qiao Wan felt that Song Yanshu should be omnipotent.

Song Yanshu frowned and thought about it.

"It's not impossible. There are only a limited number of children with suspected autism in the city. After screening and investigation, it should be possible to determine who the child belongs to soon."

Although Song Yanshu thought this child was cute, since the child's origin was unknown, he didn't want this child to stay at home and send him back to his family as soon as possible, so naturally he sent him back as soon as possible.

"Okay, then get someone to help you check it out, don't worry about calling the police because of the status and status of this child's family, it would be better if you are in a hurry at home." Qiao Wan also guessed this possibility at the same time.

As soon as Song Yanshu agreed, his subordinates soon found out the contact information of several parents who might be the child's parents.

This is already the smallest range they can shrink.

These people can't get through the phone temporarily, and they can't be sure who the child belongs to.

So now we need to check their other information in depth, and it will take a little time before we can find out the exact ownership of this child by other means.

Qiao Wan was very concerned about this matter, and waited for the reply from there with Song Yanshu.

The little girl probably realized that Song Yanshu and Qiao Wan were using special means to find her parents, her face twitched slightly as if she was afraid of something.

Song Yanshu was such a keen observer, he immediately noticed the weak expression on the child's face.

"You don't want to go home?" Song Yanshu asked him.

The little girl responded to Song Yanshu's question unprecedentedly, and nodded her head.

Qiao Wan anxiously asked: "Why? If you don't go back to your family, won't your family be worried?"

The little girl didn't respond, but just looked at the TV screen expressionlessly.

"Pick up the sleeves of her clothes and have a look," Song Yanshu suggested.

Although this little girl is younger than Congcong, Song Yanshu is a man after all, so it's not easy to pick up other people's clothes casually, especially this little girl may have been abused by her family and may resist his touch.

After hearing this, Qiao Wan immediately followed suit, pushing the little girl's clothes onto her arms.

I don't know if I don't look at it, Qiao Wan gasped when I saw it.

The little girl's arms were actually covered with all kinds of bluish-purple marks, it was obvious that people had given her a lot of abuse.

Could it be that she escaped from domestic violence?

The family can treat her so cruelly, I'm afraid of course they don't worry about her getting lost, maybe they wish she would never go back!