Chapter 987: The calm before the storm (9)

Shui Anluo looked at the page that appeared, and looked up at Chu Cuiyi, her face was blinded, she couldn't understand these things.
Chu Juyi looked at her stupid look, and knew that she couldn't understand.
"Luo Yun, I remember telling you before." Chu Cuiyi said, picking up the son behind him to climb onto his back.
"It's a very good character." This is the only thing Shui Anluo remembers.
Chu Cuiyi nodded, so his mother-in-law is even more powerful.
"I just want to see how powerful the person who took my mother was." Shui Anluo muttered, and she was still thinking about taking her mother back.
"Don't forget, it was your father who sent your mother away," Chu Cuiyi reminded.
Shui Anluo fell directly on the bed. She just knew it, but she didn't know. Why did Dad do it?
Mom also loved him, didn't she?
"Curious, why not ask?"
"I can't find my dad." Shui Anluo said muffled, she also wanted to ask, but she called, her dad didn't answer, she texted, and her dad didn't return.
Can't find it?
Chu Muyi frowned, probably still dealing with Yuan Hai.
When Hu Yuanhai came back, she must have done everything to me. The nearest city A would be somewhat turbulent. After all, the ink cloud could not block all the means of him.
Shui Anluo was thinking. The cell phone suddenly rang. She hurried to get up, then opened the cell phone and glanced.
"My dad," she said, without hesitation, and hurriedly picked up the phone. "Dad--"
But Shui Anjiao called, but there was no movement there.
"Dad, dad—" The phone didn't hang up, but no one responded.
Chu Cuiyi reached out and took the mobile phone and put it in his ear. There was a slight wind sound inside the mobile phone, as if there was still something that was shaking.
Wind sound? Shaking sound?
Chu Muyi raised his eyebrows, finally got up directly, then turned and went out.
"Hey--" Shui Anluo froze for a moment, hurriedly holding the baby, stomped off the bed, and followed him out.
After Chu Cunyi went downstairs, he opened the door and went out.
That voice, he heard it.
Chu Cuiyi stood at the door, closed his eyes slightly, and in his ears, a familiar voice sounded.
That day, Shui Anluo told himself that when they heard footsteps outside the door, they came out and no one was there.
Chu Cuiyi walked forward step by step, looking at the open window, the sound was blowing to the door, and then made a shaking sound.
Shui Anluo held the stairs down, looked at Shui Anluo, and gave the baby to Yu's mother, and then went out.
Chu Cuiyi went to the door of the stairs and smelled the smell in the air. He opened the door.
"Chumi wings--" Shui Anluo passed, holding his arm in one hand, "you--"
Before Shui Anluo's words were finished, the scene in front of her stunned her.
On the steps, the man leaned down on his stomach, with his mobile phone on the ground beside his hand.
Blood was still lingering on his legs, and blood was staining his cheeks.
"Dad, dad—" Shui Anluo didn't care about the pain in his feet, and rushed forward, kneeling on the ground and holding up the ink cloud.
Ink cloud fainted, still holding a piece of paper tightly in his right hand.
"Dad, dad—" Shui Anluo called out, guarding the wound on his leg with one hand, but found that there were more wounds on him.
Chu Niyi squinted her eyes slightly, as if looking at the surrounding scenes.