In the underground parking lot of a five-star hotel, Song Yan ran forward desperately with all her energy.

“Smelly woman, stand by me!” A roar of thunderous men came from behind, accompanied by messy footsteps.

Song Yan quickly looked around. Apart from the car or car, she hid under a car in a hurry.

Due to the dim light in the underground parking lot, the men couldn’t see exactly where Song Yan was hiding, but surely she was still in the parking lot and started to look for it one by one.

When they came to the car where she was hiding, seeing that they were about to be exposed, Song Yan could not scream in her heart, and took a breath of air, thinking that they would fall into their hands.

However, at this moment, the lights of the car next to it suddenly turned on, and then the car drove out quickly.

“Smelly woman, don’t run!” Several men thought she ran away by car and chased after the car.

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, so dangerous, she was almost caught.

She was about to get out of the car and saw another light, and then a car stopped in the empty space beside it.

“Shaochuan, you said you would accompany me tonight, wouldn’t you say nothing?” The voice of a woman Jiao Didi came, and Song Yan froze. How could this voice be so familiar?

“Leprechaun, I’ll satisfy you now.”

Another more familiar voice broke into her ears by surprise, like a thunder, and fiercely cracked on her.

This is An Shaochuan, the man who has married her for five years, and the woman’s secretary, if she remembers it correctly, is his secretary, Moses.

The two of them …

Thinking of here she secretly twisted her fists.

“Then let’s hurry up and open a room. I recently learned a new posture while watching the dish. I can’t wait to try it with you.” Moss’s flirtatious words came again, shaking her eardrums.

“Leprechaun, don’t you think it will be more exciting just here?” An Shaochuan’s tone was light.

“you are so bad.”

Mo Sisi Jiao screamed loudly, and then came the ambiguous moan.

After a while, the whole car shook, but you can imagine how fierce the two men in the car were.

“Shaochuan, I love you so much, give me more …”

“Leprechaun, look at your dissatisfaction, I like it.”

“Who can meet you better, Song Yan?”

“The woman usually dresses like a black crow named Mourning, and when she sees it, she loses her appetite!” An Shaochuan’s dismissive words came, like a sharp blade stuck in Song Yan’s chest.

It turned out she was nothing like that in his eyes, so ironic!

“But haven’t you had any children with her before?” Moss asked jealously, apparently minding it.

“Hmm!” An Shaochuan snorted extremely disdainfully. “I don’t know which wild man she was born to.”

Hearing this sentence, Song Yan’s whole person seemed to be standing still, without moving.

The child was not her and An Shaochuan’s child. No wonder the child disappeared as soon as the child was born. His performance was not as nervous and anxious as she imagined, and he did not rush to find the child afterwards.

It turns out all this is because the child is not his.

Since he knew that his child was not his own, why did he marry himself?

“Then why do you still marry her?” Mossman was puzzled. Naturally, she hoped that An Shaochuan would slay Song Yan, so she would never have to be his lover who didn’t see the light.

“Because she has what we want at home.”

“What it is?”

“The goblin shouldn’t know what you know, just pretend to be simple.”

Then the car started to shake again fiercely.

Song Yan was so angry that she wanted to question them in person, but when she thought of An Shaochuan saying that she had what they wanted in her house, she instantly found her sanity.

Is there anything in her hand that Anjia wants?

She has to find out, so for the time being she can’t tear her face with An Shaochuan, let alone tear her face with Anjia.

And who is the man who had her that night five years ago?

And where is her child now?

Leaving from the underground parking lot, Song Yan walked on the street with some murmurs, and her mind was echoing the dialogue between An Shaochuan and Moths, and her eyes suddenly became cold.

“An Shaochuan, don’t blame me for being innocent.” She looked at the mobile phone in her hand and sneered suddenly.

Song Yan is a reporter, so the conversation between the two has just been recorded by her mobile phone. When necessary, she will use it as a counterattack weapon.

“Bad guy, let me go!” A tender male voice came from the front.

Song Yan looked up and saw a man carrying a little boy on his shoulders and striding forward.

“Shit boy, don’t buy you toys and make a temper, and see how I can pack you up when I go home.” The man scolded and thought that it was his son, and there was no response.

Song Yan thought so.

“Bad guy, I don’t know you at all!” The little boy struggled desperately.

The man raised his hand and slammed his ass severely. “Fucky nonsense, I will peel your skin in a moment!”

The little boy was still struggling desperately. He saw the follower Song Yan with his eyes narrowed. When he had a clever idea, he shouted at her, “Mom, mom, save me.”

“Your mother is at home!” The man scolded.

Song Yan looked at the pleading look of the little boy, and suddenly thought of her child who had been stolen before he was born before he could meet him.

So this person … is most likely a trafficker!

She immediately stepped forward to stop the man, stared at him without fear, and said coldly, “Let the child down!”

“Smelly mother-in-law, you and him are nosy!” The man hugged the little boy who was desperately struggling.

“You want to sell my son, of course I have to take care of it.” Song Yan was still full of vigor, “I just called the police.”

The man surely saw two people in police uniforms approaching here not far from the front. He was suddenly afraid, letting go of the child and turning away.

Seeing the man go, Song Yan was relieved instantly, and she was actually scared to the extreme just now.

“Sister, thank you for saving me, and I will repay you.” The little boy looked at her gratefully. The fair little face looked cute and handsome, and there was noble air flowing between his eyebrows.

When Song Yan saw him, she inexplicably thought of her child who had been missing for five years. If he was still by his side, he should be so big, and there was a gloom in his eyes, and he was soon faintly smiled. Instead.

“Children, what about your parents?”

“I don’t have a mother,” the little boy said sadly.

Song Yan’s first impression was that he was a child of a single parent family. His parents were probably divorced, or something.

“What about your dad, do you have his contact information, I will let him pick you up.”

The little boy shook his head gently, looking at her sincerely, “Sister, can you keep me for one night?”