It has just been more than twenty minutes, and the two grandson in this family can't stay, so the daughter-in-law stayed in the nearby booth to go shopping.

Because there are many people and very noisy, it is easy to lose, so the wife is saying that the old face has changed.

Jing Yun Zhao has also seen the child, and the one lost, about four or five years old, and the grandchildren are not old, and the age of seven or eight years old is now being smashed by this daughter-in-law. It may be a little scared. Have a cry.

Wu Sisi looked at this family in an accident, retracting the head, looking for a chance to go.

"What's going on? Xiaoyu ?! Just let you look at the child?" The uncle took advantage.

Women are red and eye: "I don't know, they have two things to eat, I have to pay, so I will make my hand, but I let the boss pull the old two, but I will wait for me to pay back. People are gone! I thought he ran back to find you ... "

This is said that this family is chaotic.

"I'm going to find! My grandson ..." The old lady shakes, the sound trembled, and the foot will go to the place where the grandchild is not seen.

In this happening, Jing Yun Zhao is not good to sit, followed by it.

There are more people in this street. There is a bigger possibility of accidents every year, and there is a lot of car accidents.

If it is a good way to go, after all, I will send a good person, I will send the police station. If I encounter a trafficker, what can this person find?

Because of this, this family will be more urgent, let the old man look at the grandchildren, couple two in the street.

"Son! That is my son!" In the crowd, Jing Yun Zhao is only seen that the wife seems to be shouting.

Jing Yunzhao looked at the direction of her accused. In the unclear person, she finally saw a strange back holding a child. She also saw that her child has seen, so even if it is far away, but can still According to his clothes and colors.

This child is lost, and the other person is still far away, and it is also fun now.

It's just that the child and the mother are in the distance, although it is not far, it can be said that the people of the people are not over.

The surrounding sound is noisy, even if she shouted, the people who are not far away, those people who are not far can't pay attention to.

The person holding the child is in a hurry, while still don't forget to see around, in everyone, squeezing, causing a lot of people, no one, no one, the child seems to have a stick. Lollipose, but still crying.

"How is it ... Is this not the life of my old woman ..." The old lady is tears, and the grandchildren sobbed, and the old lady started, and he was afraid that he was also lost.

"Dream, you leave a call, I will help you find it, if you find a call to you." Jing Yun Zhao Wangzheng is a dozens of meters in the direction of dozens of meters, and then letting down things, pick out from the pocket Paper pen, open mouth.

"Okay, good ..." Now, more than one person is a power, the old lady quickly trembles a string of numbers: "This is my son's mobile phone number ..."

Jing Yun nodded.

Look at the things on the ground, there is some helplessness.

Leading these, it is certainly not convenient, people are so many people, but it is even more in the space, and it is not good to let this old man look at it, so I can only waste it.

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