Chapter 1214: Chapter 591: Song Xi Doesn’t Want to Answer, or Is Unwilling to Answer His Call

Speaking, she looked at the few children again and gently started, "You all should quickly go find the people who are supposed to pick you up, don’t go with strangers, okay?"

There are more and more kidnappers now, and they’re quite bold, with several instances recently reported in the news about kidnappers snatching children in broad daylight.

Although the public security in An City is pretty good, it’s still something to be aware of.

The children immediately nodded obediently, all replying, "Got it, thank you, Auntie."

Song Qiao took Song Nianhuan and Lu Wangshu’s backpacks, and when she picked up her daughter’s backpack, she suddenly felt that her daughter’s pink backpack was several times heavier than her son’s, as if there was a brick inside.

Song Qiao slightly frowned, then looked at her daughter and asked, "Huanhuan, what did you put in your backpack? Why is it so heavy?"

Saying that, she prepared to unzip the backpack to see what’s actually inside.

Song Nianhuan hurriedly said anxiously to Song Qiao, "Mom, there’s nothing inside, just some assignments and textbooks the teacher handed out, really nothing..."

Song Qiao raised her eyebrows, seeing her daughter’s reaction she knew there must be something inside, believing her would be foolish.

After returning to the car, the two kids were settled in the back, Song Qiao took Song Nianhuan’s backpack and sat in the passenger seat, unzipping the little girl’s backpack, suddenly finding a pile of all sorts of snacks inside, and even... a pineapple?

In the back, when Song Nianhuan saw the backpack was opened, she quickly covered her eyes, pretending she didn’t exist.

Song Qiao took the pineapple out of the backpack, with a bewildered look on her face, she placed it in front of Lu Jingchen for him to see, and exclaimed, "A pineapple??"

Even Lu Jingchen was a bit astonished, taking it from Song Qiao’s hand, "Be careful not to prick your hand..."

After looking at it, he spoke again with a trace of disdain, "It’s not ripe, can’t eat it."

Song Qiao, "..." I didn’t give it to you to eat it.

The backpack had plenty of chips, lollipops, and all kinds of fruits, completely resembling Doraemon’s pocket.

No wonder it’s so heavy.

Although they didn’t lack money and could spend freely on Song Nianhuan, Song Qiao felt that children shouldn’t be too indulged financially, so she usually gave minimal pocket money, and there wasn’t much need to spend money in school, just buying some snacks to eat.

Clearly, these weren’t bought by her.

Lu Jingchen placed the pineapple aside and subsequently started the car.

Song Qiao turned her head to look at Song Nianhuan, who was sitting in the back covering her eyes, and asked, "Sweetie, can you tell me how these things came about?"

Upon hearing her mommy call her ’sweetie’, Song Nianhuan couldn’t help but shiver, then directly spoke, "Mom, please don’t call me sweetie, it makes me feel like you’re going to scold me."

Song Qiao pulled out a smile, "So, will you tell mom?"

Song Nianhuan thought for a moment but still spoke honestly, "They were gifts from the boys in my class, they said they liked me and wanted me to be their girlfriend..."

"So you agreed?"

"Of course not..."

"Then what about these things?"

"They gave them to me, just because I don’t want to date them doesn’t mean I can’t accept gifts..."

Song Qiao felt at a loss for words hearing her daughter, then continued asking, "How did they know you liked pineapples?"

"I told them yesterday, mom you’re so silly, if I hadn’t told them, how would they know I like pineapples, after all, only you and godmother and godfather know."

Song Qiao, "..."

Great, for the first time I think my IQ is somewhat lower than my daughter’s.

Lu Jingchen turned to glance at his wife with a hint of annoyance, but this feeling of family togetherness made him feel very blessed.

The car stopped directly at the traffic lights, Lu Jingchen looked toward his son and daughter in the back, "What do you two want to eat?"

"I want McDonald’s."

As soon as Lu Jingchen spoke, Song Nianhuan excitedly raised her hand.

After she spoke, Song Qiao immediately denied, "No, didn’t you forget what mom told you before?"

Song Nianhuan pursed her lips, feeling aggrieved, "But mom, it’s been a long time since I had McDonald’s... You said before I could at least eat it once a month."

"You just had it half a month ago."

Still, Song Nianhuan didn’t believe and said, "Really? But I clearly remember it was a month ago."

Song Qiao shifted her gaze to Lu Jingchen, "Look at your daughter."

Lu Jingchen glanced at the red light timer ahead, between his daughter and wife, he naturally sided with his wife, and then said to his daughter, "We’re going for dinner now, McDonald’s won’t fill you up, if you want McDonald’s, when your classmates come over on Saturday, dad will pack some for you guys to eat together, okay?"

The man’s voice was so deep and gentle, it made Song Qiao’s heart race.

Thinking it over, Song Nianhuan felt it was a good idea and nodded, "Alright then."

"So what do you want to eat?"

"Dad, let’s go for Chinese food," Lu Wangshu suggested.

Lu Jingchen turned to Song Nianhuan, "What about Huanhuan? What do you want to eat?"

Song Nianhuan originally wanted to say cake, but seeing her mom’s look from the corner of her eye, she quickly changed her mind, "Whatever mom wants to eat, I’ll eat."

Lu Jingchen looked at Song Qiao, gently asking, "Honey, what would you like to eat?"

Song Qiao, "..." The word ’honey’ made her blush instantly.

Finally, she spoke up, "Let’s listen to our son and go for Chinese food."

Western food is expensive and it’s easy not to get full, Chinese food tastes better.

...

When Tan Shuya woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day, the smell of disinfectant pervaded the hospital room, the walls were white, the bed sheets and pillows were white.

In the hospital room, Xue Wenbo was sitting there holding a phone, dialing Song Xi’s number, this time there wasn’t a shut-off notification, but no one answered either.

It was already the seventh call he had made, none of which Song Xi answered, he wasn’t calling continuously, but rather at intervals, initially thinking Song Xi was too busy working to hear the phone ringing, but now it’s already mealtime at this point, yet calling still resulted in no answer.

The only possibility is... Song Xi doesn’t want to answer, or doesn’t want to take his call.