He glanced at the contents of the bag suspiciously. Fortunately, he didn't have the hands to open it quickly, but he couldn't help but be curious.

I was hesitating and struggling between curiosity and obedience, when I saw a new message on my phone: put away your curiosity, don't mess with my things!

Just this sentence made Mrs. Zhou's defense a little broken in an instant.

What Zhou Xiao often said before, I said very impatiently, put away your curiosity, don't rummage through my things! Every time she was so impatient, and every time she faced her with a cold face, but to Mrs. Zhou, that was a voice she would never hear again.

Her eyes immediately became hot, she resolutely didn't look at it again, then picked up the phone, and asked the question again: Xiaoxiao, is that you?

The side that has been replying quickly, but there is no movement.

She was anxious, and quickly sent another one: Are you still alive, are you coming out to meet your mother?

After a pause, he sent another message: Please!

When these three words were spoken, her tears couldn't help but fall down, falling drop by drop on the screen of her mobile phone.

Holding the small mobile phone as if it was her last hope, she didn't dare to blink.

Since her daughter left, she felt like her world had collapsed and she almost didn't want to live anymore. Zhou Xiao's little face comes over and over in my mind. From her childhood, her cute appearance, to her gradually cold expression and impatient tone, no matter what she is, she is always my favorite.

She turned Zhou Xiao's clothes inside out and held them in her arms, then hung them back up carefully, fearing that she would be angry when she came back and saw that they were messed up.

Her husband always said that if she wants to be more open-minded, even if her daughter is gone, good days are ahead. But she couldn't think about it. Without her daughter, what kind of good life would there be? How could it be called a good life?

However, just last night, a message saved her from the abyss.

The familiar tone, and the private things that only the mother and daughter knew, made her deeply convinced that it was her daughter, her daughter was not dead, and came back again.

"Zhou Xiao" told her that due to some unavoidable reasons, she had to suspend her death, and it was safe now, but she couldn't show up.

He also said that he needed her help to do some things. As long as these things were done, he would be able to return to her and appear.

She believes, she believes!

She determined that the person on the other end of the phone must be her Zhou Xiao, so no matter what she said, she believed it.

After knowing that my daughter was not dead, my mood became much clearer and I became calmer.

"Zhou Xiao" said she shouldn't tell her father, so she wouldn't tell her. If she said she couldn't tell anyone, she wouldn't tell her. She would listen to whatever her daughter said now, as long as her precious daughter could come back to her.

Following her guidance, she came here. She originally thought she would finally see the daughter she had been thinking about day and night, but to her surprise, there was no one here except for this bag.

Just when she was sad, the phone finally rang, and a message appeared: Put away your things and wait for me to go home.

There were only eight short words, but these eight words seemed to give her infinite strength.

Wait for me to go home, wait for me to go home! !

It's Zhou Xiao, it must be Zhou Xiao! ! !

A heart was about to jump out of excitement, Mrs. Zhou held the phone tightly and pressed it to her chest, as if it was the most important treasure.

At this time, two more messages came in succession: The private room is reserved for four hours, you can rest for a while before leaving, so as not to cause suspicion.

Go back and hide the things, clear the message list, and delete it.

Mrs. Zhou nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly responded to the message: When can you see me then? JrNovels.com