The police officer on the other side of the phone looked confused: "Child, how old are you?" ”

Listening to the sound, it feels quite small.

"Two years old."

Police officer: "......" Today's children are so smart that they can call the police independently at the age of two?

Although the baby is small, the police uncle has no intention of ignoring the baby.

"So what kind of help do you need?"

"My mom and dad are gone...... I sleep...... Woke up...... It's gone...... "After Xiao Cheng sadly told the police uncle about the situation, he hoped that the police uncle would get his parents back quickly.

"Oh, baby, don't cry yet, tell uncle, what's your father's name?"

"My father's name is Yan Ye...... "Thick milk voice!

"What about your mother? What is it called? ”

"My mother's name is Yingying...... "Thick milk!"

He said that Yan Ye and Yingying, the words are not so accurate, and outsiders hear it at first glance, it is just a word!

"Oh, go see if they're in another room." The police officers had already guessed everything.

This little baby who is isolated at this point must be not the only one.

"Where's the other room? Uncle ......, "Xiao Cheng's heart hurts now, who can understand the pain of a two-year-old baby who can't find his parents in the middle of the night?"

The police officer took a breath and asked patiently, "Is there anyone around you?" ”

"Yes!"

"Who's that guy?"

"Uncle Butler."

And the housekeeper! And the housekeeper!

After rubbing his temples, the police officer said, "You give the phone to the person next to you......"

With a 'snap', the housekeeper hung up the phone.

"Milk." The housekeeper put the bottle to Xiao Cheng's mouth, Xiao Cheng wanted to howl, but when he opened his mouth, the delicious milk came to his mouth, and he suddenly had no time to cry.

The police officer on the other side played back the call with the baby just now, and then checked the account according to the caller number, and soon learned that the baby belonged to Yan Ye's family.

The police officers conscientiously reported the incident.

A quarter of an hour later, Yan Ye's cell phone rang.

Lian Xinying just put on the wedding dress, Yan Ye glanced at the mobile phone, it was a call from the bureau, thinking that there was something big, so he took the mobile phone and walked over to Chaoyangtai.

After answering:

"Mr. Yan, is your son two years old?"

"Hmm." Yan Ye was confused. This point called to talk about his son, could it be that his son committed something?

"Haha, that's the case, just now your son called the 110 hotline to report the case......"

Yan Ye: "......"

With the phone in hand, Yan Ye quickly walked through the bedroom and walked towards Xiao Cheng's room.

There was no one in the room, and the voice on the other side of the phone continued to ring: "Your son said that his parents are missing and asked us to help find them." Hahaha! ”

Yan Ye said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble." ”

After saying that, he hung up the phone and walked downstairs.

The little thing was sitting on the couch, lazily drinking milk.

Yan's mother returned to China when there were ten days left in the wedding.

The first thing he did after returning to China was to invite Lian Xinying to the old mansion and said that he had prepared gifts for their family of three.

Lian Xinying said to Yan Ye, and Yan Ye considered that her grandfather was also at home, so he agreed to let her go alone.

When she arrived at the old house, Yan's mother warmly invited Lianxin to the bedroom.

All the gifts were placed on the table, and Lianxin walked over, attracted by a photo at a glance.

"This ...... Isn't this my dad? Lian Xinying took out the photo, put it in front of him, and said, "The shooting time is last year, and he ...... Still alive? ”

(Po Sing Shek Academy)