The system takes the poor cub to find his father

As winter came, the weather became colder. Although the floor heating in the room was warm, Su Mo was never very quiet when sleeping and often kicked the blanket aside. Every night, Su Bingzhi would wake up several times to cover the cub with a blanket.

Su Bingzhi woke up from his dream as usual.

He habitually reached for the blanket beside him, ready to cover the cub as usual, however, there was nothing there, the cub had disappeared.

The remaining tiredness in Su Bingzhi disappeared in an instant. He sat up suddenly from the bed, pressed the switch, and the light instantly illuminated the entire room.

But where was the little cub next to him? He looked around and confirmed that this was his room. The decoration was in cool colors and the curtains were gray. Everything seemed normal.

But Su Bingzhi frowned, thinking that this kind of normality was the biggest abnormality.

Since Su Mo came to his house, his originally deserted room has been filled with many things that don't match his temperament, like a little hamster. Funny dolls, cute cartoon carpets...

And to protect the cub from bumps, he wrapped every sharp corner.

At this moment, all traces of the little cub's life in this space disappeared without a trace.

Su Bingzhi was somewhat dazed, as if everything around him had changed drastically overnight, becoming strange yet familiar.

Su Bingzhi was sure that this was his room, but everything that had ever existed about Su Mo seemed like bubbles, with no trace left.

Su Bingzhi got out of bed in panic and ran barefoot to the bathroom to check.

An extremely bad premonition made him lose his usual calmness.

Looking at the lonely mouthwash cup on the sink, Su Mo's favorite little bear mouthwash cup was gone, and Su Bingzhi's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He opened the closet again, but the cub's clothes were gone.

The bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. He opened the door and rushed to the next room like mad, holding the door with trembling fingers, but he was hesitant.

This is Su Mo's room. Although it is carefully decorated according to Su Mo's preferences,

But the little cub still prefers to sleep with Su Bingzhi, and Su Bingzhi is happy to pamper him. Anyway, the little cub is still young, and he is very happy that the little cub is so attached to him, so he acquiesces to the little cub's behavior.

Moreover, Su Mo's room has always been reserved for the little cub.

Su Bingzhi pushed open the door tremblingly, and was disappointed to see that the decoration of the room was exactly the same as his current room.

He stood there in a daze, as if his soul had been taken away.

Gone, his little cub was gone.

"Sir? What happened to you?" Aunt Wang heard the noise and came up from downstairs. Seeing Su Bingzhi's pale face, she thought he was ill and looked worried. "Sir, do you need me to call a doctor for you?"

"Auntie Wang? Where's Su Mo?" Su Bingzhi looked at Auntie Wang hopefully. Maybe Su Mo was just taken to Gu's house by Qiao Yan to play. Maybe...

But the next second, Wang Ma's answer threw him into a bottomless hell.

"Su Mo?" Wang Ma looked at Su Bingzhi blankly, "Who is Su Mo?"

Mother Wang found that after she answered Su Bingzhi's questions, his face became even paler. She felt a little uneasy. Could it be that she knew this person named Su Mo?

Why did it feel like the gentleman's whole body broke apart after hearing his answer?

"Sir, are you really okay?" Su Bingzhi's condition made Wang Ma worried, and she wondered whether she should notify the old lady.

"Now... what date is it?" Su Bingzhi's throat tightened. The huge panic brought by the disappearance of the little cub instantly overwhelmed him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"December 12th."

"December 12th, December 17th, today is Momo's birthday."

"Sir, do we really not need to call a doctor for you?" Seeing Su Bingzhi standing there barefoot, looking completely distraught, Aunt Wang hurriedly brought his shoes and placed them at his feet. She was full of worry, feeling that the gentleman seemed to have lost his soul.

Suddenly, Su Bingzhi seemed to remember something, his face changed drastically, he quickly put on his shoes and walked out quickly. Wang Ma was worried about Su Bingzhi's condition and followed him. Su Bingzhi drove out of the garage and rushed out.

It was not yet light outside and still seemed a little gloomy. Snowflakes from the sky were falling like goose feathers, and soon the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow.

"Sir, it's snowing outside, where are you going?"

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Su Bingzhi's car drove straight towards the old city.

Faster, faster!

Ever since he brought Su Mo back to the Su family, the dream he had before never appeared again. Gradually, he had forgotten everything that happened in that dream.

However, when he learned that today was December 12th, he became extremely anxious, as if if he was a step slower a scene that he could not bear would appear.

The image of the little cub's gradually turning purple face in his dream appeared more and more clearly in his mind.

Outside the car window, snowflakes were flying like goose feathers, frantically flying towards the windshield, and the cold wind was howling as if it was roaring.

Following the traces in his dream, Su Bingzhi frantically searched for his familiar little cub in the old city.

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As time passed, Su Bingzhi became more and more anxious.

When his eyes glanced at the strangely familiar building outside the window, a chill spreading from the bottom of his heart instantly enveloped him.

That place had appeared in his dreams. It was a shabby little park.

Su Bingzhi stumbled out of the car and ran hurriedly into the park.

The snow soaked his trouser legs, but he didn't care.

In the park, several wild cats were frozen to death. The few that survived huddled together in the corner, their fur covered with snow, and they were shivering.

"Momo~Su Mo~" Su Bingzhi shouted anxiously in the park.

"Plop", a cardboard box was blown up by the cold wind and fell helplessly to the ground.

Su Bingzhi turned his head and was attracted by the sound. He stopped where he was.

The next second, his eyes narrowed and he stared at the little cub that emerged from the cardboard box. His heart seemed to stop beating at this moment.

The little cub was still wearing a tattered coat, and its thin body could be seen through the gaps.

He closed his eyes tightly and curled up into a ball, his small body motionless, as if his life was frozen by this cold world.

Su Bingzhi stepped forward quickly and held the little cub tightly in his arms. The cold touch made his whole body stiffen.

"Momo... don't be afraid... Daddy is here, Daddy... will take you home." His tone was full of panic.

He kept rubbing the little cub's body, hoping to warm it up again, but it was all in vain.

"Momo, you... open your eyes and look... look at daddy." Su Bingzhi's voice was choked with sobs, almost begging.

How could this happen? He had clearly taken his little cub home early, so why would his Momo still...

It seemed as if all the blood in his body had been drained away, and every part of his body was filled with endless coldness.

Suddenly, a strange memory kept flooding into his mind.

In this world, he did not know about Su Mo's existence in advance, and Gu's father was attacked and died yesterday. Qiao's eldest son used bionic robots in violation of regulations, injured Qiao's chairman, and killed a Japanese. Now, Japan is suing and putting pressure on China internationally, believing that the bionic robot project is destroying humanity and this inhumane technology should be destroyed.

This world is not his world, he wants to go back and find his child.

The tremendous grief finally defeated this always strong man. He could no longer bear it, his eyes went dark and he passed out.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Woohoo, Dad, don't scare Momo."