Chapter 31 He Zhimo, Dad has never lost his temper with you
The other side.
Bindao, Yanyuan.
When Butler Chen heard that Mr. He would stay at home to work in the morning, he immediately went upstairs and knocked on Young Master He's room, wanting to tell him the good news.
However, after knocking on the door for a long time, there was still no movement in the room.
This is not normal.
Influenced by Mr. He, Young Master He has had a strict and regular schedule since he was young, especially since he was old enough to understand things, he has almost never stayed in bed.
Moreover, no matter what the young master did in the room in the past, whenever he came to knock on the door for something, he would answer politely and obediently. It didn't make sense that there would be no response after knocking on the door for so long.
Thinking of this, Butler Chen couldn't help but frown with a hint of worry, and said, "Young Master, I'm coming in," and opened the door.
When Butler Chen walked in, he saw the neatly folded quilt on the small bed, the bird doll, and the schoolbag that should have been hanging on the windowsill had all disappeared.
At this time, Butler Chen was still pretending to be calm and calling "Young Master". He pushed open every door in the bedroom and searched one by one.
Finally, Butler Chen had to go downstairs with a pale face and report to Mr. He who had just received a call from the company -
"Sir, the young master is missing..."
He Cong turned around, but his face seemed to freeze into ice in an instant.
Two minutes later, in the main monitoring room of Yanyuan.
He Cong first ordered people to retrieve all the surveillance videos from He Zhimo's room, corridor, lakeside area, and even the entire Yanyuan Garden from last night to this morning.
The surveillance footage quickly pinpointed the time as 4:45 AM.
He Zhimo came out of his room carrying his favorite little blue schoolbag, even avoiding the patrol area, and finally secretly climbed onto the container of a delivery truck, and was taken out of the heavily guarded Yanyuan by the truck...
The entire Yan Garden was trembling with fear, imagining hundreds of possible scenarios. They even considered the absurd possibility that a criminal had sneaked into the servants and somehow managed to abduct Young Master He despite Yan Garden's tight defenses. The only thing they hadn't imagined was that Young Master He had actually run away from home on his own...
After He Cong confirmed the license plate of the truck, he immediately called someone to track and investigate along the route the truck took.
Finally, we got the final parking spot for the truck, in a busy area along the coast, nearly two hours’ drive from the center of Hamajima.
Half an hour later.
One after another, luxury cars drove into the busy and bustling street area.
The road was quickly cleared.
Soon, a pure black Bentley stopped outside a shop.
The truck and the driver next to the shop were immediately taken into custody, searched and interrogated.
But the final result was that the driver knew nothing about it, and there was no sign of Young Master He on the truck at all.
He Cong had no expression on his face from beginning to end. After listening, he just sent people to search the entire block. He got out of the car, without taking anyone with him, and walked directly along the route the truck had taken to the end of the street.
There are people coming and going on both sides of the street, most of which are food stalls. Walking further in is the crowd gathering area near the market.
He Cong was just about to move closer to the bustling market to look for it, when his long legs suddenly slowed down and he slowly turned around to look over there.
In a fruit shop on the left side with big red lights and the air filled with the fragrance of fruit, He Zhimo, whom he and his men had been looking for all morning, was sitting on a small red stool wearing a cool combat suit and carrying a small schoolbag.
The little guy was nibbling on a peeled sweet peach, holding a bottle of milk in his hand, and was being treated and cared for by the fruit shop owner with delicious food and drinks.
He Cong: “…”
After a few seconds of silence.
He Cong walked into the fruit shop and stopped in front of He Zhimo.
Young Master He, who was enjoying his last meal with no food left, had just taken a sip of the yogurt on his left hand when he suddenly felt a tall figure looming over him. He looked up while biting the straw and was stunned. "Dad, Dad?"
"Oh, you are Xiao Mo's father? You are finally here. When Xiao Mo walked here this morning, his eyes were red from crying. I guessed that he got lost from his family. Hurry and bring the child in. We are waiting for you parents to come!"
He Cong thanked the fruit shop owner, generously signed a check for him, and then picked up the baby and left.
"Dad, I don't want to go home..."
He Cong let the child kick around on his clothes. He walked back to the car with the child in his arms, expressionless. He closed the door and made a phone call: "The child has been found. No need to search anymore."
Then, he directly ordered the driver to drive back to Yanyuan.
When He Cong brought He Zhimo back just now, he could feel that the little cub's body temperature was a little hot, and guessed that he had caught a cold after running out and being exposed to the wind.
Fortunately, there was a team of doctors in Yanyuan who were specifically responsible for monitoring He Zhimo. Before He Cong got home, he called Yanyuan again and asked the housekeeper Chen to call the doctor directly to the lakeside area to wait.
He Zhimo had been sitting silently in his seat with his schoolbag in his arms. When he pricked up his ears and heard his father calling the doctor, he immediately opened his eyes wide and protested in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to! Dad, I don't want to see a doctor!"
If he had seen a doctor, Dad would definitely have known that he had a strange disease!
However, unexpectedly, his father ignored him, hung up the phone, and looked out the car window with a sullen face.
He Zhimo also knew that he must have made his father angry this time. He sniffed and buried his red face, "Dad, I really don't want to go home, and I don't want to see a doctor. I can take care of myself by myself. I'm very capable."
He Zhimo started sobbing as he spoke. He raised his little hand to wipe his tears, but he was afraid that he would accidentally rub feathers off, so he held his tears back.
There was an unprecedented low pressure in the car.
After an unknown amount of time, He Cong spoke in a calm voice.
"He Zhimo, Dad has never lost his temper with you, but that doesn't mean you can do anything."
Hearing this, He Zhimo's tear-soaked eyelashes trembled, and he raised his head in fear and uneasiness. He thought his father was so angry that he would punish him severely this time, but the next second, he saw with tearful eyes——
Dad's face was cold, but his slender wrist, which was resting on the side of the car door, was shaking.
He Zhimo was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that it was because he ran away from home without saying goodbye that scared his father...
He Zhimo immediately reached out his little hand in panic and pulled his father, "Dad, I was wrong, I, I didn't mean to scare you or make you worry..."
However, his father still sat there indifferently, refusing to reach out to hug him or pay any attention to him.
He Zhimo finally realized that he was afraid and didn't dare to hide it from his father anymore. He opened his tightly wrapped windbreaker with his little hands, and feathers fluttered out.
Looking at the little feathers falling down, He Zhimo broke down again, crying and throwing himself into his father's arms. He wiped away his tears with the back of his little hand and explained with a sob in his voice.
"I'm sorry, Dad. Because, because Momo got a strange disease that made him lose his feathers, that's why he ran away from home..."
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