Quickly wear the cannon fodder, he made this short-lived script

The movement was already difficult because of the large number of people, and now it became even more difficult because of a child.

Mo Ci lowered his eyes and looked at the child who was holding his calf. After just one glance, Mo Ci frowned. This child looked very similar to Qian Fugui.

Mo Ci tightened his grip on Qian Yijin, then leaned down slightly and looked directly at the child.

"Don't yell at people, okay?"

When the child heard this, he shook his head and shouted crisply.

"You are my dad, why can't I call you that?"

It was during this short period of time that the people around seemed to notice something and gradually turned their attention.

Mo Ci had a headache. Although this child looked a lot like Qian Fugui, there were many people in the world who looked alike, so this didn't mean anything.

He didn't want to hit the child, so he kicked him away. While he was hesitating, a big hand suddenly grabbed the child's arm and tried to take him away.

When the child was caught, his face became panicked and he started shouting loudly.

"Wuwaaaaaaaaa! Daddy, I don't want toys anymore. Please don't leave me. Daddy. Waaaaaaaaaaa!"

The child's crying was so sharp that everyone around looked over. They spontaneously left a large space for Mo Ci and the others and surrounded them.

Mo Ci also saw the appearance of the person who grabbed the child's arm. The person looked ordinary, nothing special about him, but at this moment, panic flashed in his eyes.

Traffickers?

These three words flashed through Mo Ci's mind. He reached out and grabbed the child's arm, which was being grabbed by the other party, and a hint of ferocity appeared on his face.

"what are you doing?!"

When the man met Mo Ci's gaze, the panic in his eyes became even more intense, and he shouted loudly, trying to cover up his panic with his voice.

"I'm taking my child home, what are you doing?! I'm telling you, my child is just making trouble with me, let go, I want to take him home!"

When Mo Ci heard this, he tightened his grip on the child, and Qian Yijin also obediently hugged Mo Ci's neck so as not to add any burden to Mo Ci.

She blinked her big eyes and looked at the crying child who was about her age and holding her father's legs.

"Really? Why don't we call the police and let them see whose child he is?"

As soon as he said this, Mo Ci could clearly feel that the other party's body trembled when he heard the words "call the police". Mo Ci was still thinking that this human trafficker was too timid.

This was something Mo Ci had not expected. This person was not a human trafficker, at most an accomplice who accidentally let the child escape, so he was anxious and scared.

The people watching around heard that Mo Ci was not afraid at all and wanted to call the police, so they also spoke up for justice.

"The child is hugging his father's legs. I say, they look so much alike, how can you have the nerve to say you're the child's father?"

"Oh my god, are you a human trafficker? Everyone, come here quickly and catch this human trafficker. He's trying to kidnap children."

As soon as this sentence was uttered, it could be said that it received a hundred responses. There are many people here, and human traffickers are a particularly hateful existence. Wouldn't this cause trouble?

Soon, the other party was pinned to the ground by several people. At this time, the other party was still quibbling.

"Let go! I'm really not a human trafficker. That child is really mine. He wanted to eat snacks, but I wouldn't let him, so he sneaked out. That's why I came to take him back. Don't catch the wrong person."

The other party's words gave Mo Ci a chance to exploit a loophole, so he spoke bluntly.

"Okay, I was wondering where my child had gone. I even brought his brother out to look for him. Turns out you took him away. Call the police! We have to call the police for what happened today!"

Mo Ci's words quickly attracted a lot of people's agreement, because Mo Ci was holding a child, and the child was very dependent on Mo Ci.

The other child, whose face looked about 60% like Zhang and Mo Ci, also hugged Mo Ci's thigh tightly.

Anyone who sees this scene will think that Mo Ci is the father of the two children.

What's more, Mo Ci was not afraid of calling the police at all, but the person who was pressed to the ground didn't dare to mention it.

It would be strange if they could trust each other.

Some people also called the police early, saying to them, "You have surrounded people, I called the police, and when the police come, we will know who is real and who is fake."

Although everyone thinks that Mo Ci is the child's real father, he still has to be kept so that the police don't wrongly accuse a good person.

Soon, the police arrived here. After everyone talked about it, they figured out the whole story. Then they looked at the child holding Mo Ci's legs and Mo Ci.

It's hard to say that they are not father and son.

However, the police still took Mo Ci and the man to the police station to take a statement. When they arrived at the police station, Mo Ci said that he did not know the child.

Then the child started crying again, "Waaaa! Daddy, please don't leave me. I will be obedient from now on, wah wah!"

Facing the police's questioning gazes, Mo Ci sighed deeply. He really had no intention of being someone's father, even though the other person looked a lot like Qian Fugui.

However, with the evidence of two similar faces, Mo Ci also experienced what it meant to be unable to defend himself.

In addition, in this era, the household registration of children is not so strict, so even if Mo Ci wants to prove it, it would be a bit difficult.

In the end, there was really no other way, and Mo Ci could only take the child back home.

When only Mo Ci and the two children were left, Mo Ci asked the child who seemed to be at ease back home.

"Tell me, what's your name and where do you live?"

The child sat down comfortably on the second-hand sofa at home, looking very serious, and looked at Mo Ci.

"My name is Tang Yicheng. Didn't I tell you? You are my father."

Mo Ci: ...

"Tang Yicheng, right? I told you I'm not your father. I have a son named Qian Yijin. Your last name is Tang, so how can you be my son?"

Although Mo Ci had some suspicions that Tang Yicheng was most likely Qian Fugui's child, suspicions alone could not be confirmed.

But why does the name Tang Yicheng sound a little familiar?

Mo Ci thought about it and finally remembered something. Qian Yijin's name was originally asked for by Qian Fugui with a shameless face.

At that time, the other party seemed to have the name "Yicheng", but I don't know if that "Yicheng" has any relationship with the "Tang Yicheng" in front of me.

When Tang Yichen heard this, he nodded his head seriously.

"Yes, my name is Yicheng, his name is Yijin, we are both father's children."

Mo Ci fell silent again. He found that communicating with children was really difficult.

"Do you know how to write your name?"

"I know!" Tang Yicheng responded actively, so Mo Ci took out his mobile phone and typed "Yicheng", asking him if this was his name.

Tang Yicheng saw it and nodded immediately, "That's it. Dad, you still said I'm not your child, but you even know how to write my name."

Mo Ci: “…”

Silence is his protective color.

At this time, Qian Yijin grabbed the corner of Mo Ci's clothes and asked softly, "Dad, is he really my brother?"