Chapter 963: Yin and Yang 3

Xie San, Xie Si, looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding.

Xie San directly picked up the child and rushed outside.

Xie Si covered behind, and the child cried.

Qiao Xinyue and Ma Xiaocui opened their eyes at the same time, seeing that the child was robbed and there were two more men in the house.

"Kid! You put the baby down for me! Qiao Xinyue lifted the quilt and chased her out before she had time to put on her shoes. Chased out barefoot.

Ma Xiaocui's reaction was half a beat slower, and when she ran outside, she saw Qiao Xinyue being pushed down by a man and sitting on the ground.

The two men held the child in their arms and ran away in an instant.

"Ahh Oh my girl! Ma Xiaocui sat on the ground and cried.

Qiao Xinyue held her waist and finally stood up. The ground was covered with snow, and the two men had already run away.

"Xiaocui, let's hurry back to the house and get dressed, and go to the village chief. Gather the big guys and go up the hill to find someone. ”

Ma Xiaocui nodded and wiped the tears off her face. The two helped each other back into the house.

Ma Xiaocui: "I don't know who killed a thousand knives, why did you rob my child?" ”

Qiao Xinyue looked at her son lying on the side, and had an ominous premonition in her heart. It is possible that those two men were coming for her children.

They had just finished changing their clothes when footsteps came from outside the door.

Granny Zhang opened the door curtain, was stunned at first, and then immediately scolded: "What are you two doing on the ground with your clothes on?" ”

Ma Xiaocui rushed forward and hugged her mother-in-law: "Mom, our girl was robbed." ”

"What did you say?" Only then did Granny Zhang notice that there was only one child left on the kang.

"Granny Zhang, let's go to the people in the village immediately and ask everyone to help chase people." Qiao Xinyue found a piece of cloth, wrapped her head, and was about to go out.

Granny Zhang stretched out her hand and grabbed Qiao Xinyue: "Miss Qiao, you haven't been out of confinement yet!" If you want to go, we will go out, and you stay at home. ”

Ma Xiaocui also calmed down at this moment: "That's right! You haven't been confined yet, so you can't come with us. Your son also needs to be taken care of, and newborn children can't see the wind. ”

Qiao Xinyue looked at lying on the kang, and her son could only compromise. She can't take her children on adventures.

Ma Xiaocui and Granny Zhang left, Qiao Xinyue locked the door immediately, and silently prayed in her heart that they could find someone, hurry up and catch up with those two people, and snatch Niuniu back.

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Xie San and Xie Si snatched the child in a panic and ran in the direction of the village entrance along the same road.

The child couldn't stop crying, Xie San was so angry that he couldn't wait to kill the child in his hand.

Xie Si: "This little rabbit cub, cry hard, or throw it directly in the grass." It froze her to death in an hour in the middle of winter. ”

Xie San frowned: "Cousin, let me take the child back!" ”

Xie Si said as he ran, "What do you want?" It was freezing cold, and we had a hard time going back. A nursing child, can we bring him back safe and sound? After thinking about it for a while, cousin, there was no emphasis on the fact that we had to bring the child back. ”

Xie San summed up in his heart, and it is indeed the same truth. It's too inconvenient to run away with a child. If you don't have milk for your child, you won't live long at all. It's better to throw the child away now.

"Fourth, wait a minute, I'll throw the child into the grass."

Xie Si was about to stop, but suddenly saw a group of people coming in front of him, led by the Zhao family.

"Third child, let's run back, the people of the Zhao family are here."

Xie San just put the child down, and when he heard this, he could only pick up the child and want to run in the direction of going back. As soon as I turned around, I saw a group of villagers running towards the entrance of the village with sticks in their hands.