The Pheromone of the Drooping-Eared Rabbit (ABO)

Chapter 12: That child is very important to Qi Yan

Qi Yan knew that the little boy had been kidnapped, and he immediately let his hands go down to search for the location of the kidnapper.

The call with the kidnapper has not been hung up yet. Qi Yan held his mobile phone tightly with his fingers, and his tone was unconcealed and anxious: "Don't hurt my child. I can agree to any conditions you make."

No one had ever been able to threaten Qi Yan before, but this time Qi Yan was in a mess in advance, and he was already panicked before he could even confirm whether the child was really kidnapped.

Anyone with discerning eyes can see that the child is really important to Qi Yan.

Seeing that the kidnapper had not given himself a response, Qi Yan was even more anxious: "What on earth do you want? Just say it bluntly. I can satisfy you, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

The child was released. What qualifications did they have to offer, so they had to hang up the phone in a hurry.

Zheng Donghua was so angry that he sharpened Qi Feng's brain fiercely: "Didn't you say that you were close to your uncle? Why didn't he save you?"

Qi Feng also wanted to cry without tears in his heart. He didn't expect that he could not even compare with the little hairy child in his uncle's heart.

Zheng Donghua looked at several juniors around him and ordered, "Go and chase the child back, or Qi Yan will find us. We will suffer if we don't have the bargaining chip to threaten."

They were just about to find the child, but when they only walked out more than ten meters away, they bumped into Qi Yan's men.

Before long, Qi Yan drove over. By the time he arrived at the abandoned factory, his men had already subdued the kidnappers.

Qi Feng was sitting in the chair and playing proudly. When he saw his uncle coming, he quickly stood up: "Uncle, you're here."

Qi Yan searched around and didn't see the figure of the little boy. His face immediately became gloomy. His deep facial features looked more gloomy in the dim light of the factory, which was so terrible that people dared not look directly at him.

Qi Yan looked at Zheng Donghua, who was forcibly pressed to the ground, and asked coldly, "Where are the people?"

Zheng Donghua was overwhelmed by Qi Yan's aura and sweated coldly. He stammered and replied, "The child took the bus back by himself."

The blue veins on Qi Yan's forehead were exposed, and his expression became more and more frightening: "Will he take the car by himself?"

The child can't hear his ears and can't take care of himself at all in life. How can he take the bus home by himself, and does the child know where his home is?

The velvet cub is squatting in the reed by the river at this moment, holding two pieces of change in his hand. He won't take the car by himself, and he doesn't have a home.

Qi Yan hurriedly asked someone to search around here.

Fortunately, the child ran not far and was soon found.

Qi Yan hurried over, opened the reed taller than human, and saw the little boy.

The velvet didn't hear the sound, but he smelled the man. He looked up and really saw the man.

Obviously, the man didn't deliberately want to lose him, but the velvet baby felt that he had been abandoned. He did not reach out to ask the man to hug him, and his shoulders were locked up, curled up in a ball, showing a defensive posture.

Qi Yan could see that the little boy was angry with him.

Unexpectedly, he dared to lose his temper with him, and he was more than a little bold.

Qi Yan picked up the little boy from the ground happily and helplessly.

Seeing the reed crumbs stuck to the little boy's hair, he took it off.

He knew that he was talking, and the child couldn't hear him. He simply didn't say anything. He directly took the little boy back to the car and took him home.

This night was the most intense and urgent night in Qi Yan's history. He was really worried about the safety of the little boy.

After going back, Qi Yan asked the maid to make a bowl of taro syrup to give the child a shock.

After drinking the sugar water, the little boy trusted him again, and then leaned on the man's shoulder and fell asleep. His pink lips squerose slightly and looked very cute, but I don't know when a tear hung up in the corners of his eyes.

MTL'rs note: now im curious, how old is our velvet rabbit