616 Who is it

But now, everything is her guess. What she wants to do is not to rely on some uncertain people, but to rely on her only strength to find Doudou and save her daughter!

"Mom, I'm going to save my sister!"

In the silence, Mao Mao suddenly stood up.

"I just heard what you said," his eyes moved from the faces of Azi and Luo Wener, and their young faces were solemn and serious: "Don't they want children under the age of six? I am five years old. At present, can't you find out where they hid their sister? I can!"

Everyone looked at her in surprise, and Luo Wener's face gradually turned white. She had guessed what Mao Mao was going to say...

"From now on, I will be the bait for fishing. Let them arrest me, and I will leave a mark for everyone, and then..."

"Maomao, do you know what you're talking about?" Azi's face turned cold and became strict as never before: "You should stay at home honestly now, don't think nonsense, and don't worry about your mother..."

"I just don't want my mother to worry, so I want to bring my sister back!" Mao Mao straightened his chest and was angry with A Zi.

"You..."

A Zi knew that this child had always had a lot of ideas. She cheated him to go out to play several times, and even teased him if she had nothing to do. However, unlike in the past, what they were facing was a murderous villain. Doudou, no matter how he comforted him and vowed, he believed that Luo Wener also knew. It's more or less auspicious, in case...

Maomao, do you know what you mean to Xiaowen? She only has you now, only you...

"I know what you are worried about..."

Moyu-like eyes are shining, shining with alertness and maturity that does not belong to this age, as well as the cunning and firmness of that person, which can't help but make Luo Wener's heart tremble.

"Are you afraid that I won't return..." He took a step forward and raised his little head: "But I won't! Because I am..."

He wants to say that I am the son of his own father. But when Fang wanted to open his mouth, he felt hot in his throat.

However, he has grown up, and now that this heavy burden is on him, he can't cry!

So he held his head high, tried to let tears flow back, and clenched his little fist: "Because my own father said that I am the eldest son and the only man in the family. My task is to take care of my mother and sister and protect them. Now, if something happens to my sister, I am duty-bound! If you want me to be a coward... Mother, even if I stay by your side, I will be uneasy for the rest of my life..."

Luo Wener looked at him and was speechless for a moment.

Dear father?

A Zi looked at Luo Wen'er with a complicated look.

According to the information he collected, according to Luo Wen'er's abnormality on the night when the palace went to the water, he could probably determine who this "prose father" was, but... can't he use the power of this person? You should know...

"Good..."

He was thinking, but he suddenly heard this gentle sentence, but it hit his heart heavily.

"Xiaowen..."

"Mother..."

The two of them went out together, one was frightened and the other was happy.

Luo Wener looked at her son, but seeing that his eyes were shining and his little face was shining with joy and excitement, she couldn't help smiling, calling him over, touching his little head, and said softly but solemnly, "Mother and sister are up to you!"

Mao Mao Zheng's point.

"Isn't it right for the shopkeeper?"

Zhang Shun listened for a long time in a daze. He thought the shopkeeper would refuse harshly, but he didn't want to... This is incredible. Isn't this sending the little sheep into the mouth of the big gray wolf? Is there such a woman? The shopkeeper should not be anxious, but he turned out to be crazy, right?

"Do you think this will work?" When he opened his mouth again, he was already stammering: "I think Mao Mao is a good idea, but can we not use Mao Mao? You see, the Mercy Bureau..."

There are so many orphans in the Salesian Bureau. Although these are over-age at present, it is not a problem to choose one or two thin and weak ones. Besides, there is no father or mother anyway...

Although I don't think so, but...

"Auncle Zhang Shun, do you think I'm smart?" Mao Mao raised his small hands on his back.

"Smart, of course smart!" Zhang Shun didn't know why, so he replied.

"Is he the smartest person in the world?"

Mao Mao narrowed his eyes, straightened his chest, and tried to make himself look tall and powerful.

The monk Zhang Shunzhang was confused.

Does this have anything to do with today? It was just that praise was necessary, so he nodded repeatedly.

"If that's the case, who is it?"

Zhang Shun didn't expect that the little guy was waiting for him here. He was immediately shocked, but he saw Mao Mao swinging away the fan and shaking it elegantly.

However, the two buns, a single in a cotton cloth... The bottom of the coat had not been buttoned, but the hem of the clothes suddenly hit with a fan wind, revealing a white and tender belly.

"Nonsense!" A Zi patted the table: "This is a matter of life and death. How can it be with a moment of blood and two words..."

"Maomao," Luo Wener interrupted him: "A Zi's uncle is right. Mother, let me ask you again, have you thought about it?

Look at him for a moment: "It's not too late to repent now."

Mao Mao put away his fan and looked back at her eyes: "Mom, my dear father said that you should think twice about everything. Once you have decided, don't regret it. Although he said it to Doudou, Mao Mao has always kept it in mind!"

Her eyes flashed, and she looked at her son as if she had seen the demeanor of that person every time he had to make a decision.

Moyu-like eyes, gorgeous and elegant. The slightly hooked corners of the lips are charming and tough.

Maomao really looks like him...

"Maomao, come here." She took her son's little hand and felt the tender softness: "Indeed, you can't do things with a moment of blood, but think twice before doing things. So, we have to make a plan..."

A Zi was about to stop it, but when she received her eyes, her open mouth gradually closed and squeezed tightly.

"Each of us will contribute to help you, and also help Doudou and help ourselves. We are a whole, and if any link goes wrong, there may be immeasurable losses. Do you understand?"

Mao Mao stared at his mother and nodded slowly.

"So, whenever and wherever we are together, we are a family. We can adapt to changes, but no one can act on their own impulses, understand?

nodded.

"In the whole process, you have to play your role seriously, and so do we. Because there is no supporting role in this play..."

nodded.

Laughing, he pinched his little mane, and his eyes gradually condensed: "Maomao, we are going to play a scene together, if we fail..."

Looking at my son fixedly: "Mom is with you..."

A Zimei's heart beat.

But Mao Zheng's head was seen: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely bring Doudou back safe and sound!"