Seeing the flames in front of her getting bigger and bigger, Mo Ziwan became more and more anxious. Her hand kept reaching for the unburned door. It seemed that it took a long time before the door was pushed open.
After leaving the door, Mo Ziyuan hid in a corner that she had favored during the day. She hid in the corner and watched the fire getting bigger and bigger. She looked at half of the door and then pointed out. He shouted, "Fire!" "Fire!" "Fire!"
After the shouting, Mo Ziwan didn't dare to stay in the corner anymore. Anyway, she had already woken up the people in the room. As long as she wasn't a fool, she should be able to see the open door and run out.
Mo Ziwan quickly ran to the door of the house when no one was around. Fortunately, there were a few dim oil lamps hanging under the eaves, so she could still find her way out.
She was sleeping soundly, and because of her small stature, she hid and walked whenever she could. If there was really no cover, she would just run to it. From the house where she lived to the second entrance, she didn't meet anyone. , only when she walked out of the second door did she hear voices and hurried footsteps. Fortunately, she had been paying attention to the movement, and after hearing the sound from a distance, she found a place to hide.
Mo Ziwan, who originally wanted to find another place to light a fire and vent her anger, saw that the whole house was startled, so she stopped thinking and only had the idea of going out early.
After waiting for everyone to leave, he hid at the door and finally reached the door. After making sure that the concierge was not there, he rushed to the door and still stood on tiptoes, tremblingly opening the latch on the corner door.
After opening it slightly, he immediately stepped out and closed the door again.
After closing the door, Mo Ziwan looked down at the oil lamp she was still holding in her hand, poured the remaining lamp oil directly on the door, and then took out the fire stick and lit it close.
Looking at the burning courtyard door, Mo Ziwan left with satisfaction.
After running out of the house, Mo Ziwan didn't care about being afraid. She just wanted to run away and run as far away as possible so that she wouldn't be taken back. Fortunately, there was a lamp hanging in front of some shops on the street. Relying on a little weak light, Mo Ziwan stumbled and kept running forward. Even if she fell and bruised her hands and face, she ignored the pain and touched the dark Get up and run forward again.
Every time Mo Ziwan went to a street, she would first go under a shop with lights hanging to check whether the house number under the shop had the words Xuanyang Road written on it.
Fortunately, there are only two streets, and there is only one road leading out of the house. I thought that if I ran to the left and couldn't find it, I would go back and run to the right to find it. Fortunately, I was lucky. I found the right direction in just one trip. When I saw the word Xuanyang Road written on the door sign under the lantern, my tense nerves relaxed a little, and then I followed the direction and found "Here are the diners." "The store name came up, and it became much smoother now.
After successfully finding the "diner," Mo Ziwan raised her hand and patted it hard, not daring to stop even if her hand hurt.
"Who is it?" Just when Mo Ziyuan was wondering why she hadn't opened the door yet, a voice sounded from inside the door.
"Uncle, I'm here to find Uncle Murong. ***'s father Han Shuxian asked me to come here. ***'s father is the owner of the luncheon meat and roast duck workshop. The luncheon meat and roast duck in Uncle Murong's restaurant are sent by ***'s father. Sent." Mo Ziyuan was afraid that the people in the house would not believe what she said, so she announced her home address in a long way.
After hearing this, the people in the house quickly opened the door. The person who came was a man in his thirties. He looked at the little girl outside the house with a surprised look on his face and asked, "What happened to your godfather?" Then he looked at the wound on her forehead again. Then he asked: "What's wrong with you?"
It's not surprising that he thinks this way. Anyone who hears a little kid coming to the door talking like this in the middle of the night will also wonder if something is wrong.
Mo Ziwan squeezed into the room through the open door, "Uncle, I have something urgent to tell Uncle Murong. My godfather is still waiting for my reply. Please help me find Uncle Murong."
If there were other people, he would definitely not let them in, but it was a little kid with a hurt look on her face, so the man didn’t kick her out again. What’s more, she was someone who had dealings with the boss and asked, “What’s the matter? ? It’s so urgent, why do you only let a little kid like you come to inform me in the middle of the night?”
Mo Ziwan looked like she was about to cry, "My godfather said I can only tell Uncle Murong. Uncle, please inform Uncle Murong quickly. If you don't inform me, it will be too late."
After entering the gate where diners come, Mo Ziwan no longer has to worry about being taken away.
But when she thought of her grandparents worrying and convening in the house, she didn't want to waste a moment. Her grandparents must have been worried to death in the past two days since she was arrested. They were not in good health to begin with, and they were frightened after she disappeared. It must be even more unbearable.
When she thought of Mo Tingyu and Song Nanzhi, Mo Ziwan's heart ached with pain. Grandma could never lose her again, and she had to go back as soon as possible no matter what.
The man looked at the little girl's worried look and was afraid of delaying the matter. "Okay, I'll find someone to take you to find your boss."
Mo Ziyuan was afraid that she would run into someone looking for her when she went out, so she shook her head and said, "Uncle, I can't run anymore. I'll just wait here for Uncle Murong to come, okay?"
The man thought, "That's fine. With your injuries, you shouldn't run out again. Just rest here and wait for your boss to come." Then he pulled Mo Ziwan and walked into the restaurant, walked to the backyard and took pictures. The door shouted: "Dongzi, get up quickly."
A voice from someone in the room who looked like they were not awake came, "What's wrong?"
The man who was holding Mo Ziyuan said again: "Go and find your employer quickly. Mr. Han's goddaughter has something urgent to do and needs to go to our employer."
The people in the room suddenly woke up a lot, and the rustling voice came out again along with the words, "Is it Miss Wanwan?" But before waiting for an answer, he asked again: "What's the matter?"
Mo Ziwan was so excited that she cried when she heard her name being called, "Uncle, it's me, I'm Mo Ziwan, I have something to talk to Uncle Murong."
Although Mo Ziyuan didn't know how he knew her name, it was undoubtedly better to know her name, so that she could explain less and they could trust her more.
"Don't worry about anything for now. Let's find the boss first." When the man heard this, the doubts in his heart immediately disappeared, and he just urged the people in the room to hurry up.
Soon, the door was opened, and someone walked out of the room, looking at Mo Ziwan, "Are you Miss Wanwan?"
Mo Ziwan nodded, "Yes." Mo Ziwan, who was anxious to see Murong Tingxu, was not interested in how he knew about her. She urged him like the man who pulled him over, "Please help me find it, big brother." Uncle Murong, I have something very important to tell Uncle Murong."
Dongzi was only seventeen or eighteen years old and was an apprentice in the kitchen. She only knew Mo Ziyuan's name because of the strange name of luncheon meat.
After serving luncheon meat at the restaurant, he asked a lot after hearing the awkward name, and then he found out that Miss Wanwan, the goddaughter of the Chengde luncheon meat workshop, ate the meat at noon, so she named it For lunch meat.
Dongzi responded and strode towards the door of the restaurant. After Dongzi left, Mo Ziwan waited in the lobby of the restaurant with the man guarding the door.
It was indeed very fast. Not long after Mo Ziyuan tremblingly drank the glass of water brought to her by the gatekeeper, there was another knock on the door of the restaurant. Along with the knock on the door was Dongzi's. Shouting: "Uncle Niu, open the door quickly, the boss is here."
The man immediately walked to the door and said, "Here he comes, he comes."
As a creaking sound came, two people walked in from the door.
Mo Ziwan looked closely and saw that it was Murong Tingxu. After seeing clearly who was coming, Mo Ziwan jumped off the bench and ran over. She hugged Murong Tingxu's legs and started crying, "Uncle Murong."
Murong Tingxu, who was running over next, felt his heart skip a beat, wondering if something serious had happened. He picked him up. When he picked him up, he saw that the girl had a big cut on her forehead, and there was still something hanging on the cut. There was still blood and some dirt, and the skin on the right side of the face was scratched.
Looking down again, not only was he covered in dirt, but his hands were also bruised. "What happened? Why did you fall so hard?" Although he didn't see the injuries on Mo Ziwan's body, he was still worried about Han Shuxian, but now She was indeed more concerned about how the baby in front of her was injured so seriously.
Mo Ziwan, who had been holding back from crying, heard the voice of concern and the pain from the wound, and finally couldn't help but her eyes turned red, and tears fell.
"I couldn't see the road when I came to look for my uncle, so I fell down on the road."
This was like saying nothing. After Murong Tingxu stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on Mo Ziwan's face, he asked from the beginning, "If Yuan Wan doesn't cry, tell me slowly, what's wrong with your godfather? Why are you like this?"
Let you come to me alone? "
After asking, Mo Ziwan looked at Uncle Niu and said, "Go and invite Mr. Gu over. Wenwan's injury needs to be taken care of first."
After Uncle Niu left, Mo Ziwan said, "The day before yesterday when my grandma and godmother were walking on the street, someone drove a carriage and hit me and my brother Qingyuan. When the carriage hit, the crowd became panicked. In a panic, I was picked up by human traffickers and sold to a place called "Mei Zhai". I sneaked out tonight while their house was on fire. It wasn't that my father had something to do, it was because I wanted to ask my uncle to take me home. . "
"I'm missing. My grandpa and grandma must be very anxious. Please ask Uncle Murong to send me back. I don't dare to go back alone." After Mo Ziyuan finished speaking, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She spent all the money she had accumulated in the past two days. I cried out of fear.
Murong Tingxu's heart clenched as he listened to her words, and he hugged Mo Ziwan tightly, "Okay, when it gets brighter and the city gate opens, my uncle will take you back."
"Wanwan, stop crying, stop being afraid, no one will dare to catch you anymore."
"Wanwan, be good, stop crying!"
Dongzi was dumbfounded when he heard this, and then the anger in his heart also rose. Although he didn't have children yet, he still had younger brothers and sisters at home. If his sister disappeared, he and his parents would be more anxious. .
Not only was he angry, but he was also heartbroken when he saw the little girl. How scared it must be for such a little girl to run alone in the dark streets. She was so scared that she couldn't even care about the pain. "Master, this Mei House is really bad." When we’re done, let’s go sue the officials and vent our anger on Miss Wanwan’s behalf.”
Murong Ting said: "We have to look for them, but not now. We will send Wanwan back when it gets daybreak, so that the family will not still be searching anxiously everywhere." After that, he said to Dongzi: "Go and make something to eat. Come on, have something lighter, it’ll be almost dawn after you eat it.”
Dongzi immediately agreed, lit another one, and walked quickly to the kitchen.
After waiting for Dongzi to leave, Murong Tingxu hugged Mo Ziwan, who was still gasping for air, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, it will be safe if you come here, uncle. I will take you back as soon as daybreak."
After Mo Ziwan cried for a while, the fear in her heart dissipated a little. She leaned into Murong Tingxu's arms and said, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Murong."
"You're welcome, uncle." Murong Tingxu patted the baby in his arms, "If you're tired, take a nap. Uncle will call you when the meal is ready."
"I'm not tired!" Mo Ziwan held on to her tired body and didn't dare to sleep, for fear of being caught again as soon as she closed her eyes.
Murong Tingxu didn't force him. A smart kid is good at everything, but the bad thing is that he has a lot of worries. Now, even without asking her, he knew that she was too scared to sleep, for fear that she would be sent away again if she fell asleep. go back.
When Mo Ziwan stayed up, Murong Tingxu talked to her, "Do you still remember what the person who captured you looks like?"
Mo Ziwan nodded, "Remember, I know who captured me."
"Who?" Murong Tingxu was surprised. Z.br>
"It's a teacher in the college. I offended him, so he sent people to arrest me." Mo Ziyuan didn't care about telling him about Feng Shengrong.
After hearing this, Murong Tingxu thought it was just her suspicion and overthinking, and said, "Wan Wan, we can't talk nonsense without evidence."
Mo Ziyuan nodded lightly, "I'm not talking nonsense. The person who took me away knocked me out and didn't expect me to wake up quickly. When I woke up, I heard someone talking.
I didn't move when I heard someone talking outside the carriage. I wanted to hear why they arrested me. Then I heard the voice of the teacher in the college. The person who took me away also called him Mr. Feng. I will tell my godfather when I get back. There will definitely be evidence. "
Murong Tingxu once again lamented the little baby in his arms. If it were a different baby, even one that was ten years older than her might not have the same sharp and cautious mind as hers. Moreover, being able to run out at such a young age showed that she had to think carefully about things. She must be so considerate, no wonder Brother Shuxian pampers her like a treasure. Such a baby should be pampered more.
Then he remembered that Mei's house had accidentally caught fire, and asked again, "Did you set the fire?"
Mo Ziwan admitted generously. She didn't want to admit it at first, but after listening to Murong Ting's account of the reporter, she dared to admit it. She was afraid that
Mei Zhai has something to do with him.
Murong Tingxu saw him nodding and laughed, "Good job!"
But Mo Ziyuan was not very happy after hearing this, "They locked the house where we slept. I couldn't escape even if I wanted to, so I just wanted to use fire to burn the locked area."
"Uncle Murong, there were several people locked in that room, but the door was still some distance away from them. When I ran out, the door was wide open and I called them. At that time, there was only fire on the door, but I didn't wait for them to run out. Just left."
"I don't want anything to happen to them, but if I don't burn the lock, they will sell me. The seller has been found and sold to a family named Chen." Mo Ziyuan cried again as she spoke.
Murong Tingxu saw the little baby in his arms crying sadly again, and felt a pain in his heart, "It's okay, they will definitely be fine. You only burned the door. If they can't save even one door, that's it." They have no ability!"
