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She wanted to return to the bamboo forest, even though Xiao Meng Han said it was dangerous.

Mo Xiaoxiao had always felt that her son would go back to the bamboo forest to find her. As for the way home, Xiao Wandering would never forget it.

Xiao MengHan also knew that after they changed their appearance, they had a certain sensitivity towards the road home and the way it was going to take them home.

It's like migrating along a path for generations of migratory birds.

Even if the terrain changed and mountains and rivers disappeared and reappeared, they would still know exactly which direction it was in.

If Shao was free, he would definitely return. The only possibility he had of not returning was that he was in danger or that he was trapped.

Xiao Meng Han did not tell Mo Xiaoxiao. He did not know that Mo Xiao Yan had also thought of this, so he had to go back.

Standing at the edge of the bamboo forest, Mo Xiaoxiao endured the wetness in her eyes as she searched for traces of her son. She knew that as long as her son returned, she would be able to find her son based on his scent.

Two figures got out of the car and stood beside the bamboo forest. They were Lin Ping and Wang Yiling.

Lin Ping was pulled over by Wang Yiling, who had been painting bamboo all this time. She couldn't see the end of the bamboo, so she went to a psychological expert to ask about it.

The psychological expert speculated that Wang Yiling's memory had something to do with the bamboo forest. Perhaps finding the bamboo forest that Wang Yiling had painted could stimulate her memory.

Lin Ping went to check every place in the city that had bamboo. Regardless of its size, she brought Wang Yiling along to confirm it one by one.

Wang Yiling was very scared when she saw the bamboo. She hid in the car and refused to get out.

Lin Ping also wanted to give up, but looking at her daughter's silly appearance, she was still missing half a leg.

Even though Xuan Peng had promised, Lin Ping was still afraid that if Xuan Peng had a new woman in the future, his own daughter would suffer losses, and in the future, Xuan Peng would even use his for his own benefits.

Especially when Lin Ping saw the news of her wife's murder a few days ago to defraud her of the insurance money, she became even more frightened. She wholeheartedly wanted to restore her daughter's memories.

Wang Da He didn't really care. After extorting a sum of money from Xuan Peng, he disappeared.

Lin Ping called Wang Da He. Wang Da He also hung up after saying a few words. Lin Ping looked at the phone that was hung up as tears flowed from her eyes.

Because she knew the reason, her husband had a mistress, a woman who had divorced in her thirties.

That woman is very good at making men happy. I heard that she used to have a lot of tricks up her sleeve, but I don't know how she got involved with Wang Da He.

Lin Ping secretly sent someone to investigate. The results of the investigation made Lin Ping's heart turn cold, because that woman was pregnant with Wang Da He's child. It had already been two months, and she was a boy.

Wang Da He treated that woman as if she was his concubine. He bought all kinds of jewelry for her, and from the time she ate to the time she wore, her expenses were no less than four digits.

Sometimes you know it's hard to swallow when you're crying, or you swallow.

This was because Lin Ping knew that if she did not swallow it, she would not be able to protect her daughter. The most important thing was to pave the path for her daughter in the future.

Standing at the edge of the bamboo forest, Wang Yiling got off earlier than Lin Ping.

With her legs lame and leaning on her walking stick, Wang Yiling's eyes were red. She did not say a word. As she stared at the bamboo grove, tears rolled down her cheeks.

Lin Ping paid the taxi fare and told the other party to look for her an hour later. When she turned around, she saw Wang Yiling crying and her heart broke. She walked to Wang Yiling's side and asked softly, ”It's here, is it? ”Lingling.”

She tried her best to walk into the bamboo forest while leaning on her walking stick. In her memory, she had never entered this place before because the bamboo forest did not give her a fresh and natural feeling, but a feeling of depression.