Chapter 3 (1/2)

Five years later. (crazy, you, Xiao, Shuo, net) [ω ww. / Xiao / Shuo. / kr]

at the British airport, Xia Xingcheng looks at the two returned tickets in his hand, and his thoughts are drifting for a long time.

She's been in the country for five years, and she doesn't even have a phone call at home.

Her father, like when she was dead, never cared about her life and death. If Xia Xingyan was not engaged to Xu Hao this time, he might not remember her at all.

For the land that has been far away for many days, Xia Xingcheng's heart has no sentimental attachment. All her feelings are wiped out in the night when she was expelled.

She didn't want to come back and see the people who had hurt her, but she couldn't resist her father's threat on the phone.

If he doesn't obey the other's orders, he may attack his old grandmother at any time.

Grandma is the closest person in the world. She wanted to receive each other to spend her old age in a foreign country, but she couldn't resist the old lady's desire to keep her old wife and daughter's mind. She had no choice but to comply with each other.

If it wasn't for grandma, she would never want to come back. She can't leave the old man or the friendship behind.

”Mommy, Mommy.”

She was in a trance and immersed in the past, when suddenly she heard a soft and lovely voice coming from her side.

Looking down, a four-year-old boy was gently tugging at the corner of her dress. He seriously reminded her, ”don't be dazed. The plane is about to take off.”

Xia Xingcheng's anger in his eyes softened. He smiled and reached out to lift the child. ”OK, let's go to the gate.”

At the same time, in the VIP channel on the other side, a tall man in a suit and shoes strides towards the gate with a cold front color, followed by two burly bodyguards.

Xia Xingcheng bought first-class tickets. She has suffered a lot from her wandering in foreign countries in recent years, and she also has many problems.

She always had insomnia and headache. She was most afraid of noise. She covered her blanket and closed her eyes to sleep when she got on the plane. She only told him a little treasure before going to bed, and told him not to run around.

Xiaobao is the boy's nickname, just like his meaning for the existence of Xia Xingcheng, which is her most precious and beloved treasure.

The little guy was obedient, and he sat in his seat and played with the toys Mommy bought for him. He took a look at Xia Xing orange lying on the side of his eyes, and soon noticed that she didn't look very good.

”Mommy.” He picked up the chair and looked at Xia Xing orange with frown. He asked anxiously, ”are you uncomfortable?”

Xia Xing orange's throat was itchy and coughed twice. Her voice was a little weak: ”I'm ok...”

she said this, as if she didn't think it was convincing. She looked sideways at the child and forced a smile: ”I'm good