Qin Ye had nightmares again.

But this time, it was not Shen Yunfei and Qin Xinyue in the dream, nor Qin Yifan and Qin Hongjin.

It's Jun Moting.

A gun was pointed at her eyebrows, and the man opposite her had a fierce gaze, as if she had done something heinous and bad.

What's even worse is that Jun Moting is still holding Xiaoxiao in his hands.

"Brother Night save me, Brother Night ......"

Even in dreams, small cries are so real.

But before Qin Ye's hand could be stretched out, the man pulled the trigger.

"Tiny ......"

After a shrill scream, Qin Ye woke up from his dream.

The blackout curtains were drawn tightly, and the remote control was taken, and the curtains slid open little by little, and the bright morning light suddenly shone in unscrupulously.

Gently clutching his chest, Qin Ye's brows furrowed slightly.

Although he has only lived in Mojing Villa for more than a month, Qin Ye has already figured out Jun Moting's personality.

Strong, self-disciplined, persistent.

Such a person will not give up until he achieves his goal in doing anything.

Since he is looking for that child, he will definitely find it even if he digs three feet into the ground.

Give up for no reason like now.

It doesn't make sense.

Gasping for breath and going to the bathroom, Qin Ye went downstairs after washing up.

Qin Shuyi was arranging flowers, chatting with Sister-in-law Li about what soup to stew at noon.

In the past, the little heels were generally not far from Qin Shuyi's left and right, but they were abnormally not in front of them.

"Mom, what's the little one?"

Qin Ye took a sip of water with a glass of water.

"There are advertisements on TV, and she is clamoring for Grandpa Ken's breakfast, so your brother will take her to eat."

As soon as Qin Shuyi finished speaking, Qin Ye had already rushed out like a gust of wind.

The TV in the living room, with its average furnishings, was almost never turned on.

Not to mention turning on the TV early in the morning.

This is no coincidence!

Xiao Hei drove out of Mojing Villa, and Qin Ye dialed Jun Moting's phone, "Brother, you go to eat Grandpa Ken, don't say take me, it's too much, ha......"

"Come on, then, we've just arrived."

In Grandpa Ken at the airport, Jun Moting was squeezing ketchup on the fries in his little hand.

In the noisy voice, the man's voice was lazy and gentle, as if he really wanted to take Xiaoxiao to eat temporarily.

But at this moment, Qin Ye trusted his instincts.

After asking for the address, Qin Ye hung up the phone and accelerated towards the airport.

At the same moment, the elevator door on the fourth floor of the airport opened, and a thin man wearing a camouflage jacket and large sunglasses entered the VIP waiting room, accompanied by two assistants.

No one noticed that under the brim of the cap, the man's forehead was covered with sweat.

Sinking deep into the couch, the man trembled invisibly, his teeth began to rattle.

"It's cold, or else, let's smoke a cigarette first."

The assistant took out a special cigarette case from his bag and motioned for Leng Jun to go to the smoking area.

A two-hour voyage is just a cup of coffee and a book for the average person.

But for Leng Jun, every minute and every second is torment.

Not to mention, before he left for the airport, his drug addiction was already showing signs of flare-up.

For a smooth journey, smoking one is not a big deal.

Anyway, he had already made up his mind to quit drug addiction when he went back.

There was a faint struggle between his eyebrows and eyes, and for a long time, he nodded coldly, stood up and walked out of the VIP waiting room.

Walking towards the smoking area, he intuitively felt that someone was staring at him, and when he turned around, he saw the little girl in Grandpa Ken, smiling and eating a cone.

and Jun Moting, who is wiping the little girl's mouth.

His eyes turned red, and he walked coldly to meet him.

In the next moment, it was facing the gloomy gaze of Shangjun Mo Ting.

As if to say, if you dare to take a step closer, I will leave immediately.