"It's not that I don't like you, but you have your own home. If I take you away, your family will be sad, and they will blame Auntie for taking you away. ”

"Daddy won't be angry. The little steamed bun shook his head and said, "Dad also wants to find Mom back." ”

"......" Nan Yitang somewhat figured it out, this child is a single-parent family nine times out of ten, the father is very negligent in caring for the child because he is busy with work, and the child is eager to have the love of his mother, so he is more kind to see her, which depends on her.

"Mom. The little steamed bun hugged Nan Yitang, the little head rubbed on her body, Nan Yitang's heart was about to melt, and she didn't know how to refuse at all, so she had to hug the child.

The child was a little difficult to coax, no matter how he asked, he refused to say where his father was, Nan Yitang had no choice but to hold the child and go to the hotel manager.

"This, whose little son is this, I have to ask, Miss Nan, don't be impatient. ”

The manager tried to coax the child off Nan Yitang's body, but the child was too attached to Nan Yitang, and he refused to let go of Nan Yitang, so he had no choice but to let Nan Yitang stay first.

"It's okay, I'm with him. ”

In a short period of time, Nan Yitang couldn't let go of this child, if this was her child, how good it would be, she would definitely love it in the palm of her hand, and she would not let go for a moment.

She hugged the child tightly and patted the baby's back gently, although God took away her child so cruelly, but there are still so many lovely lives in this world.

"Mom, do you have another baby? So you don't want to take me home, do you?" the baby cried aggrievedly, and the tears fell away.

"Don't cry, baby. ”

"Mom doesn't want the baby anymore, mom never comes to the baby. ”

"No, baby, but I'm not your mother. ”

"Wow! Mommy doesn't love the baby, is the baby not cute? Is the baby not well-behaved?"

"No, no. ”

Nan Yitang has a headache, what should I do? The child is crying, she has no experience in coaxing the child at all, and the child's crying makes Nan Yitang at a loss.

"Mom, forget it. The little steamed bun broke away from Nan Yitang's embrace with a handful of snot and tears, and stood back on the ground.

"Mom, you don't want me, I'll go find Dad myself. ”

"I'll send you there. ”

Nan Yitang was a little worried, such a young child, and so cute, in case someone took it away.

The little baby was really angry, ignored Nan Yitang, ran straight forward, and ran all the way out of the hotel.

Nan Yitang followed behind him, not knowing where the child was going to run, in case he got lost, he was very worried and kept following.

"Little steamed bun, where are you going?"

"You don't want me, don't care about me. The little steamed bun turned his head and clasped his hands unhappily.

"Baby, you're still young, you can't run around like this, there are a lot of cars outside, if something happens, your dad will be worried. ”

"Dad doesn't like me, he won't worry. "The eyelashes of the little steamed bun are very long, and when you hang your eyes unhappily, it's like two small feather fans, which is very cute.

"How could Daddy not like you. ”

"Dad doesn't like me, he only likes Mom, Dad said that he will raise me, it's all because of Mom. The little steamed bun flattened his mouth, and tears came out of his eyes again.

"Baby, don't cry. Nan Yitang hurriedly wiped the tears of the little doll, and it was very distressing to see it.

"Why isn't your mother by your side?"

"She doesn't want me anymore. The little steamed bun squatted on the side of the road, crying and picking his fingers.

"Don't cry. Nan Yitang's heart was so soft that she almost wanted to take people back impulsively, but fortunately, reason told her that she couldn't do this.

Nan Yitang found a place for children to play, kept in touch with the hotel manager, and sent the child back when there was news of the child's father.

The little steamed bun is by Nan Yitang's side, and he is obviously much happier.

Nan Yitang noticed that the child Xiao Mantou may have grown up in a single-parent family and was very sensitive and precocious, and when he was playing, he would look at Nan Yitang from time to time, as if to confirm that she was still there, as if he was afraid that he would be left behind.

It was getting late, and the little steamed bun was tired of playing, so he ran to Nan Yitang's side, squatted at her feet, hugged her legs and yawned.

"Do you want to sleep, baby?" Nan Yitang leaned down and held the little steamed bun in his arms.

"Hmm. The little steamed bun nodded obediently, lay in Nan Yitang's arms, turned sideways, and buried her head in the crook of her arm, "Mom, I'm sleepy." ”

"You sleep for a while. Nan Yitang took off his coat, covered the little steamed bun, and patted him on the back.

The little steamed bun is very well-behaved, and she doesn't need to be coaxed to sleep at all, so she falls asleep, and her hand keeps holding Nan Yitang's clothes, and she is a little uneasy that she will leave.

Nan Yitang gently stroked the white and tender sleeping face of the little steamed bun, and the overflowing maternal love made her feel the urge to kiss the child's face.

More than once she wondered how nice it would be if this was his child.

After a while, Nan Yitang's mobile phone finally rang, and it was the hotel manager who contacted the child's father.

"I'm in the children's playground next to the hotel, the child is asleep, I can't go over, let the child's father come and pick it up, give me his contact information. ”

Although the little steamed bun is young, he is no longer small, and it is still very heavy to hold in his hand, Nan Yitang just hugged him and fell asleep on his knees and felt that his arm was sore, and it was almost impossible to carry the child back.

Besides, Nan Yitang is also very angry with the child's father, the child has been lost for so long, and he is not worried at all?

She thought, after meeting that father, remind me.

"Hey?" the man's voice was low, not in the slightest loss of the child's anxiety.

"Hello, I'm Nan Yitang, the little steamed bun is asleep now, and the two of us are in the rest area of the children's park. ”

"Good. Without asking a word about the child, the man hung up the phone, seemingly reluctant to say a word.

Nan Yitang frowned, what's the matter with this father?

With such a well-behaved child, how can you not love it?

After a while, Nan Yitang saw a Bentley parked in front of him, and a man in a suit and leather shoes got out of the car.

"Is it Miss Nan Yitang?"

This person's voice is different from the one on the phone.

"It's me. Are you the father of Little Mantou?"

"No, the young master's father is my boss. ”