It's still from the Second People's Hospital, but this time it's not a consumption text message, but a blessing.

The content is to wish the patient a speedy recovery.

"Smack."

The glass fell from his hand, shattering the glass and splashing everywhere.

However, Tsing Yi didn't react at all, he just stared at the text message, and for nearly a minute, his face gradually turned pale.

His grip on the phone tightened tighter and tighter, and his fingertips turned red and white.

The next moment, he suddenly got up from the sand and ran out like crazy......

Jun Moyan carried several bags of food, and walked upstairs with a relaxed pace but with a little eagerness.

Reaching out and pushing the door open, there was no light coming through the crack in the door.

In the past, whenever he returned late when he had a situation, Wen Xiaoai habitually waited for him with the light on, and when he fell asleep, the light would always be on, but tonight ......

In the room, the cold air was blowing in the face.

As the door opened wider and wider, the chill grew.

Jun Moyan's heart jumped.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed open the door and walked in.

However, he was greeted by the coldness of a room.

In the room, it was not dark, and the light moonlight spilled in from the large balcony.

It was enough for him to see all the large ornaments in the room.

Jun Moyan's uneasy gaze naturally fell on the bed, and the small piece of the quilt on the side of the bed that was slightly raised made him feel at the bottom of his heart.

On closer inspection, there is one less pillow.

And the lesser is his.

His heart was so tight that he was about to breathe a lot, but he just stared at the small bulge, but he didn't have the courage to approach it for a while, to uncover it.

“…… Little girl? ”

He let out a tentative shout, his voice shaking.

In response to him, there was silence.

Knowing that even if Wen Xiaoai was in bed, she might not be able to hear him calling her, but Jun Moyan's heart still couldn't help but become even more flustered.

He finally mustered up the courage and raised his hand to turn on the wall lamp in the room, but his eyes fell on the small bulge on the bed all the time.

That was his only hope.

He walked closer to the bed, and the closer he got there, the more his heart sank.

When I stood next to the bed, I didn't have to lift the quilt to make sure that there was no one in the quilt at all.

It's just that he doesn't give up.

Trembling, he grabbed the corner of the quilt and gently lifted it...... There's nothing in it......

"Whoa......

The bags he was carrying fell to the ground, and the milk tea rolled out of the bags......

Jun Moyan pressed a panicked heart, raised his head, and searched the room with a frightened and blank gaze.

“…… Little girl? ”

"Little girl?"

He ran to the balcony and then to the bathroom, but Wen Xiaoai was nowhere to be seen.

He didn't even have any image of lying on the ground under the bed to find it, because when Wen Xiaoai was a cat, he liked to drag some strange gadgets to the bottom of the bed and hide them, and the little schoolbag that ran away from home before was.

But there was nothing under the bed except for a few toys that she had almost forgotten.

He got up in a panic and ran to the study.

No, or no.

"Little girl?!"

"Little girl?!"

In the huge villa, there was the sound of Jun Mo Yan helplessly and desperately searching and panicked footsteps.

Xiaocha smelled it.

Hearing that Jun Moyan was looking for a little girl, he was a little inexplicable.

Shouldn't the heart be looking for Miss Wen? How do you find a little girl?

Is it because of panic and shouting the wrong name?