Chapter 127 - Parents’ Hearts
Chapter 127: Parents’ Hearts
With the old woman leading the way, Mo Rao and Fu Ying quickly found their seats.
But although there were people coming and going there, there was no sign of Momo at all.
The boy spoke. “A boy put it here. I saw him walk that way!”
Then he pointed in a direction.
There were clearly fewer people in that direction. It was far away from the lively places, and even the streetlights were dimmer.
Mo Rao thanked him excitedly. “Thank you!”
With that, she pulled Fu Ying in that direction.
Fu Ying let her pull him and enjoyed this rare moment.
The two of them called along the road and searched. Finally, behind a flower bed, they saw a small body curled up in the corner. Her eyes revealed a hint of fear.
Hearing Mo Rao’s voice, he stood up. “Sister!”
The moment she saw Momo, Mo Rao almost cried. She was really too worried about this child.
She rushed over and hugged Momo. “Momo, thank goodness you’re fine…”
At this moment, Momo was already cold all over, like an ice cube. She could feel a chilly sensation in her arms.
Mo Rao let go of him and prepared to take off her coat to put it on silently.
However, Fu Ying was faster. He took off his jacket and put it on Momo. This simple action made Mo Rao gave an inexplicable feeling.
He was actually quite considerate sometimes, but this considerateness wasn’t towards her.
Mo Rao bent down and wanted to carry Momo, but Fu Ying was faster.
Faced with the unfamiliar man’s hug, Momo didn’t reject him. Instead, he obediently let Fu Ying carry him.
“Momo, why did you run out alone? Do you know how worried everyone is? Your father is almost worried to death,” Mo Rao said helplessly as she looked at the child in Fu Ying’s arms.
“I wanted to come out and play.” Momo’s words were always short, but Zhang Zhe was right. There wasn’thing wrong with his communication skills. He could express his thoughts and feelings articulately.
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Mo Rao squeezed Momo’s little hand with heartache. “Then you have to tell Dad and the others. You can’t run out alone!”
“Daddy is busy. I don’t have any friends.” Momo’s dark eyes looked innocent and naive. Although he was autistic, he was only a child. His world was even simpler and purer than other children.
The age of four was the most carefree period of one’s life.
However, Momo said that he had no friends and his father didn’t have time to accompany him.
These words made Mo Rao’s heart ache.
She replied gently, “Then I’ll be your friend from now on, okay? If you’re bored in the future, you can play with me.”
Momo stared at Mo Rao seriously for a while before suddenly smiling. His innocent smile made Mo Rao overjoyed.
Suddenly, Momo saw the toy car in Mo Rao’s hand. “My toy car!”
“Yes, it’s your toy car. Now, you have to bring your toy car home, okay?” Mo Rao coaxed.
Momo nodded.
Mo Rao and Fu Ying returned to the park with Momo. Zhang Zhe had been waiting for them there.
After knowing that Momo had been found, Zhang Zhe was relieved.
As soon as he saw Fu Ying get out of the car with the child in his arms, Zhang Zhe rushed over and tears instantly fell. “Momo!”
His child was his life. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if he lost him.
Hearing her father’s voice, Momo also shouted, “Dad!”
Zhang Zhe hugged Momo tightly.
Mo Rao was touched by this scene. She could tell that Zhang Zhe really loved his child too much.
Poor parents. No matter what their children were like, in their hearts, children were always the most important and most inseparable existence.
“Brother Zhang, bring Momo to the hospital for a checkup. He was outside for so long alone. I wonder if he’s injured,” Mo Rao reminded kindly.
Zhang Zhe wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded gratefully. “Alright, Rao Rao, President Fu, thank you so much this time. I owe you two a favor!”
“There’s no need to say such things. Go quickly!” Mo Rao was a little embarrassed.
Zhang Zhe nodded at Fu Ying, who responded. Only then did the father and son leave.
After Zhang Zhe and his son left, Mo Rao returned the coat to Fu Ying. “Put it on. Don’t catch a cold.”
Fu Ying, satisfied that Mo Rao was so concerned about him, smiled. He put on his coat. “Alright, let’s go back too. It’s late.”