The little boy caught Zhuang Mengdie and acted like a baby, "Auntie, you follow me, let's play with that messy team, okay?"

Zhuang Mengdie shook his head, "No, Auntie hates joining in the fun."

"Let's go, Auntie will go with me."

At this time, a thunderous roar sounded behind him.

"Xiaoguang, I'm looking for you everywhere, so you are here. You can go to school immediately."

Zhuang Mengdie and the little boy looked back and found that Lao Zhou was standing behind them like evil spirits.

The little boy shook his head vigorously, "Dad, I don't want to go to school."

"No! You come here!"

Old Zhou had a cold face and looked terrifying.

The little boy saw that his father's expression was wrong, and immediately screamed, hiding behind Zhuang Mengdie.

Lao Zhou came over and held out the little boy with his big iron-like hands, "Follow me! Follow me!"

"No!"

The little boy circled around Zhuang Mengdie, looking at Zhuang Mengdie with imploring eyes, but Zhuang Mengdie saw Lao Zhou's fierce look, and he dared not persuade him.

Lao Zhou suddenly accelerated and swooped, grabbing the little boy's arm.

"You can't run now, right?"

"No, Dad, I don't want to go to school."

Lao Zhou raised his big fan-like hand and hit the little boy's **** violently.

Zhuang Mengdie saw that Lao Zhou was so fierce, and suddenly felt a little pain, and hurriedly persuaded, "Lao Zhou, the child is still young, don't beat him."

Lao Zhou snorted coldly, "I'm educating my children, you don't mind your nostalgia."

Lao Zhou rushed to catch the little boy. The little boy flashed around and was caught by Lao Zhou's schoolbag.

Everything in the schoolbag fell out, and all the textbooks and homework pencil cases fell to the ground.

The worst was the pencil case, which was smashed in half with a slap, and the pencil, ruler, and eraser in it fell all over the floor.

At this time, there was a crisp ping sound, and a red object fell out of a pile of textbooks.

Zhuang Mengdie was taken aback when he saw the thing.

The red thing is Zeng Yuqing's issuance card.

Seeing this, the little boy hurriedly bent over to pick it up, but was preempted by Lao Zhou's big hand, grabbed the hairpin and held it in his hand.

Lao Zhou stared at the card and said suspiciously, "What is this?"

The little boy stood on tiptoe, but couldn't reach Lao Zhou's hand, and hurriedly said, "Dad, give it back to me."

The more Lao Zhou looked at this thing, the more he felt that something was wrong. He glared at the little boy and said sharply, "Where did you get this thing? Say!"

"I picked it up."

The little boy's voice was as soft as a mosquito, staring at his father's big hand, for fear of another slap.

"Where did you pick it up?"

"It's there."

The little boy pointed timidly at the puddle not far away.

Seeing the puddle, Lao Zhou was shocked. The horrible scene of last night immediately appeared in front of him. A flash of lightning lit up. He rode on Zeng Yuqing happily. , The two quarreled, and in his anger, he strangled the woman named Zeng Yuqing.

The exact place where the whole incident took place was the puddle that had not dried up.

As for this hairpin, Lao Zhou couldn't remember it more clearly. It was this hairpin that was pinned to Zeng Yuqing's hair.

Now the hairpin is in the hands of his son.

Just when Lao Zhou was lucky to find that the person who issued the card was his son, the little boy whispered, "Dad, I lied."

"What did you lie about?"

"It's not me who picked up this card."

"Who is that?"

"It's the police uncle."

The father and son looked back at the search team not far away at the same time. The two police officers looked this way from time to time, as if they were talking quietly.

Old Zhou was surprised, "Huh? Since this issuance card was picked up by the police, why is it in your hand now?"

The little boy smiled slyly, "Dad, I stole this hairpin from the police uncle's briefcase."

Lao Zhou frowned, "You boy, why are you so courageous? If you are caught by the police when you steal your card, the police will directly suspect your father."

The little boy shook his head, "No, I'm very careful not to be discovered by them. Dad, I stole this hairpin, all for you."

"Nonsense, you are in a mess."

Lao Zhou said so, but tears suddenly overflowed his eyes. He hugged his son tightly and whispered, "I'm sorry, Xiaoguang, Dad's sorry for you."

The little boy hugged Lao Zhou tightly, wiping away his tears, "Dad loves me the most. Everything Dad does is for me. I understand it all."

A policeman saw Lao Zhou and his son pointing at the water puddle and didn't know what to say. He immediately keenly realized what might have happened there, so he immediately walked to the puddle and took a closer look.

And this policeman is the one who picked up the red hairpin before. The reason why he is so sensitive to this puddle is because he found Zeng Yuqing's hairpin in this puddle. Now he saw Lao Zhou and his son pointing at this puddle, and he felt a little bit in his heart.

However, after the puddle has been trampled by countless feet, it has long become like a mud puddle. The police squatted beside the puddle and took out a magnifying glass to look at it for a long time, but they still found nothing unusual.

So he sighed, put the magnifying glass back into his briefcase, and walked towards Lao Zhou and his son.

When Lao Zhou saw the police coming over, he immediately stuffed the hairpin into his trouser pocket, bent over to help his son pick up the textbook and homework and stuff it into his schoolbag.

The police stared suspiciously at Lao Zhou, "Oh, what's wrong with this, but no, the book was thrown on the ground."

Lao Zhou smiled bitterly, "I have a bad temper, and I don't care about it when I get angry. There is an uneasy child in the family who can't recruit."

The police squatted down and looked at the little boy, "Little friend, you followed us all day to find someone. You didn't go to school?"

The little boy whispered, "I don't like going to school, I hate going to school."

"Not going to school is no good, not going to school is not a good boy, you have to spank."

The little boy shook his head vigorously, "No! I would rather spank than go."

"Little friend, tell uncle, what did you tell your father when you pointed to the puddle?"

Lao Zhou was picking up a pencil on the ground. Hearing this, his hands trembled.

However, the police did not notice Lao Zhou's abnormality.

The little boy looked at Lao Zhouyan and smiled sweetly, "Oh, I'm telling my father, I'm looking for someone with your team, and I almost fell in that puddle just now."

Lao Zhou smiled, "Our Xiaoguang is crazy, running around all day long, which makes him muddy, and he has to take a bath and change clothes when he gets home. It really deserves him in his previous life."

The policeman stared at the little boy suspiciously, then stood up, patted his little head helplessly and left.

Seeing the police walking away, the little boy jumped into Lao Zhou's arms and kissed Lao Zhou Yi, "Dad, am I good?"

Lao Zhou nodded, "My Xiaoguang is the best."

(End of this chapter)