Qiao Chengfan cried all the way with heart-wrenching tears. He was tired of crying, and when he arrived at the airport, he didn't say anything again.

He just lay down silently and never said a word again.

Sometimes when Xiao Zi calls him, he doesn't respond.

When he came out of the VIP parking lot, Qiao Chengfan was already sleeping pitifully in Xiao Zi's arms.

The little guy is soft and quiet.

The first time Xiao Zi has had this contact with a child like this, she is more or less caught off guard and doesn't know how to get along with the child.

"Hispanic sail." Xiao Zi shouted.

The little guy didn't wake up, and his little hands grabbed her clothes.

The softest part in Xiao Zi's heart was touched. She, who had never liked children very much in the past, suddenly wanted to get close to Qiao Chengfan.

She picked up Qiao Chengfan and carried him out of the car.

Xiao Zi's long soft hair was hanging down, and her movements were very light, for fear of waking up the little guy in her arms.

It's good to fall asleep.

In this way, when he woke up again, he had already arrived in London.

Xiao Zi felt sorry for the little guy. He couldn't even go see Ye Jiaqi again, nor did he say goodbye to the kindergarten classmates, nor did he go to participate in next week's parent-child activities.

He said it was his first time participating in an event like that and was looking forward to it.

It must be fun.

But now, nothing is left.

He can only go to London.

Xiao Zi sighed and rubbed the little guy's hair.

She picked him up and walked towards the lounge.

It's half an hour before the plane takes off.

...

Hospital corner.

Under a tall banyan tree, the north wind blew, and the sun shone straight down from above.

The light penetrates the treetops and branches, projecting a quiet landscape painting on the ground.

There are trees, leaves, and some people on the painting.

Qiao Sinian, wearing a long black coat, leaned against the tree trunk, and had a half-burned cigarette between his fingers.

Smoke is shrouded in and lonely shadows are independent.

He narrowed his eyes, his sharp eyes were always in front of him, but there was a deep darkness hidden in his eyes.

The smoke drifted away with the wind, and the air was filled with the smell of cigarettes.

Qiao Sinian put his other hand in his coat pocket, his legs crossed, and stood leaning against the tree trunk.

He has been in this position since the early morning.

Under your feet are cigarette butts on the ground.

This is one of the most secluded places in the hospital. From morning until now, he is the only one standing silently.

There was no calmness on Qiao Sinian's deep face, only undercurrents were mixed with undercurrents.

"dad……"

The little guy's tits and tits sounded in his ears.

Qiao Sinian took a deep breath of cigarette and closed her eyes.

However, the sound in my ears could not be suppressed, and the sound was even becoming clearer and clearer.

"dad……"

Qiao Sinian raised his hand, rubbed his solemn brows, and looked forward.

It was very empty in the distance, with only bare trees and endless grasses, as well as several chairs that had peeled off.

The grassland is vast and the sky is open.

A child jumped on the grass. The little guy was wearing a tender yellow sweater, with fair skin and big big eyes.

The little guy spread his arms and ran towards him quickly!

A bright luster appeared in Qiao Sinian's eyes.

But just as the little guy was about to run to Qiao Sinian, he suddenly disappeared.

It's gone.

The cigarette burned Qiao Sinian's fingers. He withdrew his gaze and thoughts, and took a few more sips of cigarettes.

The heart is so heavy that it can't be suppressed.

Like stormy waves, endless.

After a long time, Qiao Sinian raised his wrist and looked at the time.

At nine o'clock, the plane had already taken off.
Chapter completed!