The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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Mo Yixuan stood up, holding Yuanyuan's hand. Under the sun, the big and small figures of the father and son seemed lonely and lonely.

This time they came with hope, but found nothing.

"Yuanyuan, my mother is not here." Mo Yixuan looked at the child's expectant eyes, but in his eyes only the grief of loss and desperate suppression.

He can't sleep well one day these days, and he is worried about her safety every day. He hints to himself over and over again: she must be good, but just hiding from him intentionally, she must hate herself, so she doesn't let herself turn up.

He calls her every day, even if he hears a system prompt every day: The call you dialed is turned off.

He also sends her messages every day, even if the information has never been answered.

He even found someone to steal many of her accounts, including QQ, WeChat, Alipay and other online communication tools, but the last login time shown above was before her disappearance.

It has been twenty days and she has no news.

Thinking of all this, Mo Yixuan nearly broke, and when he returned to the car again, he lay on the steering wheel and did not start the car for a long time.

Now even if he deceives himself again, he has to think that she is really in trouble.

And he may never see her again.

"Daddy ..." Yuan Yuan pulled his father's clothes at this time, and his little hand pointed at an old grandpa he saw by the window.

An old grandfather he had never seen before.

The child's voice pulled Mo Yixuan back from grief.

"Yuan Yuan ..." He hugged the child, he now has only Yuan Yuan.

Following the child's point of view, he also saw a man standing by the window of the car, an uncle who looked more than fifty years old.

He rolled down the window in doubt and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

He is very strange here, only once last year, and only met a little boy. The little boy was Yan Yan's nephew. Other than that, he didn't know anyone here.

The old man nodded his head, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and gave it to Mo Yixuan. Then made a please gesture.

Mo Yixuan understood that the other party meant to get himself out of the car, and he really got out of the car.

After getting out of the car, the old man kept staring at Yuan Yuan, and even reached out and touched the small head of Yuan Yuan. A long sigh followed.

"It's Xiyan's child, isn't it?" The old man asked, and there was something sad in his eyebrows.

Mo Yixuan froze, because his face was not good because of sadness, a little too white.

"I'm her uncle. I know who you are. Mo Yixuan ..."

The uncle directly called out Mo Yixuan's name.

Mo Yixuan looked in surprise at the uncle he didn't know. He remembers Yan Yan saying that she had an uncle, but since her parents died, the two haven't moved and rarely contacted.

"Uncle, have you seen Yan Yan recently? Did she come back to sweep the graves of her parents, she would come back every year before."

After confirming that the other person was Yan Yan's uncle, Mo Yixuan excitedly held the uncle's hand. Now even a little bit of news can make him catch life-saving straw.

The uncle looked at him, but shook his head helplessly, then sighed again, and a wave of sadness flashed on his face.

"She won't come back here," said the uncle Shen. "She went and followed her parents. You have to find her where there is water, in the river, in the sea, or in the lake."