Chapter 3 I'm here, what are you afraid of?

Fu Shiyan snorted lightly, didn't care, picked up a cup of warm water and handed it over.

"Kid."

"You can't just go to that kind of place."

His voice was cold, and his male voice was as clear as spring water flowing from a snow-capped mountain that had been unmelting for years, clear and clean.

Xu Xingyan nestled in a corner of the hospital bed, thin and small, with many binding injuries on his wrists and ankles, which was shocking.

The little girl slowly raised her mist-clear deer eyes and whispered, "No... I got out of the car and was kidnapped by human traffickers. ”

Today's traffickers always use the little girl's rebellion and sneaking out to play as an excuse to abduct people from under the noses of others.

Municipal Police Department.

Fu Shiyan accompanied Xu Xingyan to report the case.

The person who handled the case, the policeman, was a friend of Fu Shiyan's grandfather.

After Xu Xingyan finished making the record, the policeman on the opposite side saw the injuries on her face and wrist, and couldn't help but admonish: "Little girl, you must pay attention to safety when you go out in the future." ”

The little girl nodded obediently and signed the transcript one by one.

On a summer evening, the sky is clear.

The gentle glow of the sun spread across the sky, and the foliage of the plane trees on both sides of the road was also dyed with a layer of broken gold.

A car slowly approached the asphalt road, crushing the shadows of trees of various shades that fell on the ground.

Then the car reversed and came to a steady stop in front of them.

Xu Xingyan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

On that day, it was also such a car.

A chill rises from the soles of your feet.

She subconsciously hid behind Fu Shiyan.

Because she subconsciously felt that Fu Shiyan was a good person and could protect her.

The little girl just hid, and didn't notice what was under her feet at all, and almost fell.

Fu Shiyan frowned slightly.

Ultimately.

Still reached out and held her wrist.

Suddenly, a slightly muffled voice rang in her ears.

"With me here, what are you afraid of?"

"Be careful, your injuries aren't healed yet."

He spoke unhurriedly, and his voice was slightly lower, clear and beautiful.

The little girl raised her sparkling eyes, her eyebrows were gentle and clean.

Xu Xingyan nodded, "Thank you!" ”

When Fu Shiyan heard this, he didn't know why he suddenly laughed.

"Kid."

"You're just going to say thank you, huh?"

Fu Shiyan bent his knees to look at her, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his eyes were narrow and long, which looked particularly deep.

A fresh breeze blew behind him.

The short bangs on the young man's forehead were also gently blown open, revealing his eyebrows with a slight smile.

Xu Xingyan said seriously: "I'm not a child, my name is Xu Xingyan!" ”

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly and straightened up.

And at this very moment.

A middle-aged man got out of the car.

The man is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his eyebrows are somewhat similar to Xu Xingyan.

"Yan Yan?"

"Why are you here?"

The two of them followed the prestige.

The man stood against the light, and when he saw the young man standing next to Xu Xingyan, his face was not very good.

Xu Xingyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his watery eyes to meet the man's gaze.

"Dad, I was kidnapped by human traffickers."

Her voice was soft, and the tail note was soft, and she slowly fell into the man's ear word by word.

Like a soft knife, the dull pain suddenly became intense.

Xu Lixin was slightly stunned, and said lightly: "Yan Yan, you know that my father wants to support my younger brother and support you, I have to go out to work, and I can't always be by your side, you have grown up, don't be so ignorant." ”

Xu Xingyan shook his head, "I don't blame you, I just answered your question." ”

"Dad, remember to give me this month's living expenses, I'm going to study in Huainan No. 2 Middle School in junior high school."

The little girl was well-behaved and docile, as if she didn't care much about his words.