Chapter 239 Catching the Traffickers
A landslide caused a truck to be smashed, and the two people on it lost their lives instantly. Even though He Qingshan, Su Dawei and others rushed forward to rescue them, they were still unable to help them.
Finally, the two decided to call the police. After the police arrived, He Qingshan and his friends drove away in a detour, sighing all the way.
Yu Huiru couldn't help but sigh: "Luckily it was Zisong and the other two who cried, otherwise we wouldn't be able to escape!"
Sometimes these things are really metaphysical. Wang Yumei grabbed the quilt and whispered, "Maybe it's really this quilt that has blessed us with good and bad luck. It's hard to tell what's going on in this world. Ningning, you must take good care of this quilt."
Su Ningning really took good care of the three quilts and kept using them after returning to the provincial capital. She also told Sister Hong and Sister Mei to use them with great care because the quilts were donated by the folks.
Sister Hong and Sister Mei nodded to each other: "This quilt is good just for looking at, but you must cherish it when you use it!"
The two of them thought that even if it was a hundred-family quilt, it was just a quilt, so it wasn't a big deal, right?
Until one day something happened that completely convinced Sister Mei and Sister Hong!
Because Zisong and the other two are all over one year old, Sister Hong and Sister Mei usually hold the hands of the three children and go out for a walk after dinner, letting the children play downstairs.
They were very familiar with the people around here. Most of the time, a few women with children would chat downstairs and learn from each other about parenting experiences, while the children would run around and play.
Zisong, Zibai and Ziyang had just learned to walk and were not yet very steady, so Sister Hong covered the stroller with the quilt from Baijia and let the children walk when they wanted to, and sit in the stroller when they didn't want to walk.
After playing downstairs for a while, Sister Hong felt a stomachache and quickly called out to ask Sister Mei to look after the three children by herself while she went to the toilet.
Sister Mei agreed, but in the blink of an eye, Zisong came over with small steps: "Drink, drink, water!"
He wanted to drink some water, so Sister Mei quickly turned around to get the kettle, not noticing that Zi Yang next to her was holding the handle of a cart and walking towards the gate.
The one-year-old child didn't understand anything, he just thought it was fun, and didn't know what direction it was, so he pushed the cart straight to the gate.
Not long after, a man who had been watching them from behind the shade of the tree came out.
The man was about forty years old. He went up to Zi Yang and hugged him. He laughed sinisterly, "Little darling, I have been targeting you for so many days and finally succeeded. You should thank your good parents, otherwise why would they specifically target you three brothers?"
Zi Yang opened his big eyes with clear black and white, and looked at the strange uncle in front of him. He didn't know this person.
The black-faced man held Zi Yang in his arms and looked around secretly. Afraid of being seen when he reached the gate, he grabbed the quilt from the cart and tried to wrap Zi Yang.
But who knew that a thread suddenly appeared on the quilt and directly entangled the man's fingers. He felt pain instantly and tried to endure the pain, but found that the more the quilt moved, the tighter the thin thread was tied around his fingers.
The man was a little annoyed. He put Zi Yang on the ground and hurriedly tried to untie the thread on his fingers. But the thread just wouldn't come off. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "What a rotten quilt you are!"
After saying that, he didn't care about the pain, picked up Zi Yang and was about to leave.
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