Zhuo Xiaotian had been waiting for Fu Yurou in the cafe for a full hour, sent a few text messages, but the phone number was not answered, just when he was about to leave with Zhuo Chengcheng, Zhuo Chengcheng seemed sleepy lying on the bed On the table.
"Chengcheng, let's go home now and bring you to see your mother another day."
Zhuo Chengcheng covered his face with his hands without any movement, as if crying in a low voice, or maybe he just sank down desperately, not wanting to be carried away by Zhuo Xiaotian.
"Chengcheng, when you grow up, you will go to elementary school tomorrow and become a first-grade Xiaodoubao. You must cherish the hard-won life now. I think back when I was a child, I carried my sister on my back and climbed up. In the village where I lived, There is no school, so you can only walk up the cliff. Your mother can¡¯t walk anymore, so I can help if I can. She and I both love to study, and you will be no different.¡±
Zhuo Chengcheng finally moved his body slightly, "Chengcheng! Chengcheng! Get up!"
Zhuo Xiaotian began to pull his shoulders with great strength, bent over, trying to hug him completely.
"Mother!!"
Since Zhuo Chengcheng came to Zhuo Xiaotian's house, he only said these two words, so Zhuo Xiaotian wanted to take time to let Zhuo Chengcheng and Fu Yurou meet on the eve of school, maybe it would be better to help Zhuo Chengcheng speak.
"Don't cry, hold back, you are a boy."
Zhuo Xiaotian's education method is similar to that of Fu Yurou, so Fu Yurou trusts Zhuo Chengcheng to him. After all, Zhuo Xiaotian is more educated, and Fu Yurou just learned a little superficially.
"Mother!!"
Zhuo Chengcheng screamed heart-piercingly, and even found other female guests who were overflowing with maternal love.
"What's up with him?"
"It's okay, I guess I miss my mother, Chengcheng, be obedient. I still have something to do here. I need to book a plane ticket to go abroad tomorrow morning. When the next holiday comes, Dad will take you around to play."
Zhuo Xiaotian painted big cakes for Zhuo Chengcheng, a regular trick to deceive children, but it was completely ineffective for young adults like Zhuo Chengcheng.
"Is this your child? Why didn't he respond when you called him?"
"It's my son."
Zhuo Xiaotian tried to explain to the coffee shop customers who surrounded him thickly, but Zhuo Chengcheng raised his head and shook his head.
"Look, you are a trafficker, right? The children say they don't know you."
"Chengcheng, do you know why Dad gave you this name? I just hope you are as honest as your mother, and you are not allowed to lie. Do you hear me?"
Unexpectedly, when Zhuo Chengcheng opened the palms covering his face, his face was flushed with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, but he forced him to squeeze back, his helpless and pitiful appearance was affected A lot of distressed eyes.
"Fighting crime is everyone's responsibility. Are you the little boy's father?"
Zhuo Xiaotian snorted disdainfully, then stood up, hugged Zhuo Chengcheng, and was about to walk out of the coffee shop quickly, but was stopped by a group of nosy women, including the clerk and many male customers.
"Don't go, you must make it clear, or you will call the police."
Zhuo Xiaotian pursed his lips and glared at Zhuo Chengcheng.
"Don't think that you are a descendant of the Zhuo family, so I dare not hit you. Speak well, now, speak!"
Zhuo Xiaotian's patience seemed to have reached a critical value. After all, he had never been humiliated before. He regarded him, who thought he was elegant, as a criminal suspect. This was a reality he could not accept at all.
At this time, the door of the coffee shop opened and then closed tightly again.