Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

Chapter 476 I seem to have seen

Mu Qingqian frowned. She had originally thought of letting the police handle it, but on the way back the more she thought about it the weirder it seemed, so she went to the police station.

It's really weird. I heard that she is the child's mother, but now she denies it!

“Wow, huh…”

Little Pudding was held in the arms of He Yongkang, his crying became softer and his breathing became difficult.

The police officer immediately shouted at He Yongkang, "Let go of the child, what do you want to do!?"

Little Pudding could hardly breathe, and He Yongkang quickly let go of his hand with a guilty look on his face. Even if it was for Miss Mu, how could he do such a foolish thing!

Two policemen quickly caught Ho Wing-kang and pulled him away from Little Pudding, and things became more and more confusing.

Little pudding stopped crying. He had difficulty breathing because of the suffocation just now, but now he didn't dare to breathe deeply, let alone look at his mother, for fear of scaring her.

Like a child who has done something wrong, he lowered his head and regretted that he should not have said out of grievance that he would be caught by the police if he saw his mother.

Mu Qingqian was confused, but her heart was calm at this moment. She walked slowly up to Little Pudding and leaned over to look at Little Pudding who was looking down.

"I am your mother? You are my child? But how come you don't look like me at all?"

Mu Qingqian widened her eyes and stared at Little Pudding's face, looking at it again and again, asking such questions with emotion.

She has amnesia and has forgotten everything, including whether she has any children. Her family basically doesn't tell her about the past. Suddenly, a child who doesn't look like her appears. It's so strange!

Little Pudding subconsciously wanted to cover his face again, but his two little hands were caught by his mother. His mother looked at him more intently, her eyes seemed to be glued to his face.

"Wait, I think I've seen you before. No, no, it's not such a small face. It should be a big face, an adult's face!"

Mu Qingqian suddenly remembered something, and the old and the young were horrified.

Little Pudding was the first to deny: "No, you haven't seen me, we don't know each other!" He struggled, trying to break free from his mother's hands to cover his face, but he couldn't.

"I meant I've seen an adult who looks like you, not you!" Mu Qingqian also denied his words, a little angrily, leaving little pudding speechless.

According to this situation, the mother only remembered meeting the father, but did not remember what happened with him?

Well, not thinking of him made him feel a little lost.

Mu Qingqian narrowed her eyes, as if she was examining Little Pudding. She was suddenly shocked to hear that she was the child's mother, but she couldn't think of any reason why the child would follow her again and again.

Could it be that he just wanted to see his mother? But why did he have to hide and look at her secretly?

Then, Mu Qingqian loosened one hand, touched Little Pudding's head, and said gently: "You, you have to be a good child, okay?"

Little Pudding seemed to have his soul touched at this moment. He looked at his mother with an obedient but somewhat puzzled look in his eyes. He nodded blankly. Mu Qingqian took the opportunity to secretly pull a hair from his head.

After he succeeded, he let go of Little Pudding, turned to the police, and said with a smile: "Comrade police, there must be some misunderstanding. Let them go. I am not hurt. After all, it involves a child."

The police were also confused and couldn't figure out the situation. Since the victim had spoken, they let the man go.

Mu Qingqian left first, and little pudding did not chase after her out of understanding and rationality, for fear that his mother would really remember something.

After confirming that his mother had left, Little Pudding went out. He Yongkang followed behind him in small steps, shrinking timidly and muttering:

"Young Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..." He felt very guilty and regretted his actions just now, which actually hurt the young master!

Little Pudding stopped in a daze, without turning back, and said in an adult tone: "It's okay, you should think about my mother first, I'm very happy."

Little Pudding tried to calm himself down, but the policeman ran up to him and asked in surprise, "Is that really your mother?!"

The police were really confused, like the spectators who couldn’t eat the melon, confused and very curious.

Little Pudding didn't answer at first, but suddenly said, "My mother has lost her memory."

After saying this, he raised his feet and started walking again. His small figure seemed firm and resolute, yet revealed a sense of loneliness and sadness.

I can no longer be so willful as to secretly look at mom. For her own good, I hope she never thinks about the past.

But his heart was hurt and in great pain, and he had been bearing this pain silently all this time.

"Hey, then why did she lose her memory? Why would she hide if she lost her memory? She is obviously your mother!"

The police chased after him and asked some questions. They were so curious that little pudding didn't answer and just walked away. Leng Bingnuo came hurriedly with a lawyer.

"Little Pudding, how are you? Are you okay?" Leng Bingnuo squatted in front of his nephew to comfort him, worried that his nephew had been hurt, either physically or mentally.

"Miss, the matter has been resolved. Miss Mu finally said it was a misunderstanding and dropped the charges. Miss Mu left. She found us and fortunately didn't think about the past."

Leng Bingnuo breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he didn't remember anything. It seemed that no matter who he met, it didn't evoke any memories of the past.

What if I meet my brother?

Little Pudding did not express his grievances, but said, "Aunt, I want to go see Dad."

Maybe he was frustrated by his mother, so he wanted to seek some comfort from his father.

"Okay, auntie will take you there right away." Leng Bingnuo relied on his little nephew. The little nephew was very strong, but he looked like a broken child.

The prison was very accommodating because Leng Qianhan was a powerful person and had not committed any heinous crime.

In the visiting room, Leng Qianhan's wounds from the beatings had not yet fully healed, but fortunately the redness and swelling on his face had disappeared and no traces could be seen.

Little Pudding sat in front of his father, while Leng Bingnuo and He Yongkang stood behind the soundproof glass.

Before Little Pudding could speak, Leng Qianhan hurriedly picked up the microphone, "Little Pudding, how is your mother doing recently? Are you still angry with your father? Why don't you let your mother come to see me?"

His tone was impulsive. He thought his son should say nice things to his mother and let her visit him, but this never happened once.

As a result, every minute and every second in prison felt like a year and he felt like he was about to die.

Little Pudding was already very strong, but after hearing what his father said, his eyes turned red and he burst into tears:

"Wow... I came all the way to see you, but you didn't care about me at all. You didn't ask me if I was doing well, if I was warm, well fed, and well slept. You only wanted to see your mother. Wow...

I can’t even see my mother, and you still want to see her, wow, you are an unforgivable coward, and all of this is caused by you, wow! wow…”

At this moment, little pudding really couldn't hold it in any longer. He tilted his head back, opened his mouth and cried, tears streaming down his face. He felt so wronged and sad.