The old man has a bad memory, so Grandma Yang thought about it and said, "Xiao Song? I haven't seen him for several days. He doesn't seem to be here this week."

Yan Zhuo let out an "ah", and felt anxious in his heart. But before he could make any move, Nurse Qin Xiao suddenly ran over, grabbed him and said, "walk around, go to the infirmary with me, just a little girl fell on the roof, it seems to belong to Mr. Song's house."

When Yan Zhuo arrived, Song Yaya was already awake, her face was pale, her lips were dry, and her eyes were lying on the sofa. Ling Yan Zhuo couldn't help but worry, he asked Qin Xiao, "What happened to her?"

Qin Xiao said: "low blood sugar, I asked her just now, and she said she didn't eat breakfast, but don't worry, I already let her drink glucose."

Yan Zhuo was still worried, he touched Song Yaya's forehead, but luckily it was normal body temperature.

Song Yaya glanced at him, and snorted after two or three seconds in a daze, "Brother."

Yan Zhuo didn't know what to do, but suddenly he got angry and raised his voice to teach her: "How can you run away from home at such a young age, you are not afraid of meeting bad people, why are you so worried about adults."

Song Yaya also realized her mistake, her eyes reddened and she whispered: "I... I didn't run away from home, I just wanted to come to see my brother, but he wasn't there."

Her pitiful appearance is unbearable to anyone who sees it, not to mention Yan Zhuo, who is easily soft-hearted.

Yan Zhuo patted her head and asked softly, "So you went to the rooftop?"

Song Yaya nodded: "I'm not in a good mood."

"You're still in a bad mood as a child?" Yan Zhuo joked, "My brother is always in a bad mood. All worries are left to adults."

Song Yaya tilted her head, disapproving of his words: "That's not it."

Children also have children's troubles.

Yan Zhuo also realized that she might be in a really bad mood, so she sneaked out, so she stopped teasing her, and said after a while, "I've already called your dad, and he'll pick you up in a while."

Song Yaya lowered her head and obediently said "um".

After a while, Song Qiao came with Song Xiaoying, and there was still anxiety on his face, which disappeared when he saw Song Yaya.

Song Qian shouted at her, "How could you run out of the hospital, you scared me to death, you know? What if you..." Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes for a while and was afraid.

Yan Zhuo heard this and asked, "Hospital? Ya Ya is sick?"

Song Qiao sighed and said tiredly, "No, no big deal."

Yan Zhuo opened his mouth and wanted to ask a few more questions, but was interrupted by Song Qiao.

"Where's Song Yan?" he asked, "where is he?"

Your son has not been back for several days. Yan Zhuo wanted to tell him this fact very much, but seeing that he was already in a lot of trouble because of Song Yaya's affairs, he dismissed the idea and said nonsense: "Oh... me, I just got through to him just now, he said he had something to do. Didn't get the call, he's outside now and won't be there in a while."

Song Qiao wondered, "What can he do?"

"Then how would I know." Yan Zhuo said with an innocent expression.

Fine. Because of Song Yaya's affairs, Song Qiao was too lazy to think about anything else for the time being. He gently picked up Song Yaya and said to Yan Zhuo, "Then I will take her back first, and let him give it to me when Song Yan is free. call back."

"Okay." Yan Zhuo nodded, then smiled at Song Yaya, "Brother will see you another day, but don't run around again."

After finding Song Yaya, he had to find another missing Song family, which made Yan Zhuo worry bad.

He called Song Yan several times, but no one answered.

Yan Zhuo tried his best to control his trembling hands and panicked mind, forcing himself to calm down.

The last time saw Song Yan was at his house, thinking about this, Yan Zhuo took a taxi and ran to Song Yan's house.

If no one is found this time, he will probably call the police directly.

At Song Yan's house, Yan Zhuo started knocking on the door.

The first time, no one should.

Second time...

Third time...

Fortunately, when Yan Zhuo knocked on the door for the fourth time, the door opened. At the same time, a pungent and unpleasant smell of smoke also followed.

This is the first time Yan Zhuo has seen Song Yan who is so sloppy.

He is infinitely decadent, and he is infinitely degenerate.

Chapter 41 The most humble way of expressing

The moment he entered the room, Yan Zhuo choked his breath, and his heart twitched.

Cigarette butts piled up on the living room floor, and corpses lay everywhere. The curtains were drawn tightly, and the whole living room was like a dark room with no light.

He took a deep breath of the dirty air and asked slowly, "Did something happen?"

Song Yan didn't seem to hear him, ignored him, and sat on the sofa with his head lowered. The dark environment hid his expression, making it impossible to tell his emotions.

When he didn't hear a response, Yan Zhuo became more anxious. He opened the curtains, walked to the balcony to open the window for ventilation, and tried to dissipate the haze that enveloped Song Yan.

Light is a gift from God, Song Yan should enjoy it.

Song Yan did not speak, but Yan Zhuo accompanied him in silence. He picked up the cigarette butts on the floor one by one and threw them into the trash can, and then swept the ashes. Finally, he went to the bathroom to find a rag to wipe the dirty part of the floor clean.

After a while, the smell of smoke dissipated, the floor was cleaned up, and the house was clean and bright.

After doing all this, Yan Zhuo sat on the stool to catch his breath, and after a while, he hurriedly said, "You didn't eat in the morning, are you hungry? Is there anything you want to eat?"

Too bad no one responded.

Yan Zhuo was helpless: "If you don't say anything, I'll do whatever you want. You have to fill your stomach first, what do you think?"

Song Yan finally had a reaction, but said nonchalantly, "Why?"

Yan Zhuo was about to get up to cook, when he heard the words, he wondered, "Why?"