Qiao Chengfan cried all the way, tired of crying, and when he arrived at the airport, he didn't say anything more. [Full text reading. 】

He just lay on his stomach silently and never said a word again.

Sometimes Xiao Zi called him, but he shouldn't.

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

The little one is soft and quiet.

The first time Xiao Zi had such contact with a child, she was more or less caught off guard and didn't know how to get along with children.

"Hinayana sails." Xiao Zi shouted.

The little one didn't wake up, and the little hands were clutching her clothes.

The softest part of Xiao Zi's heart was touched, she didn't like children very much before, and suddenly wanted to get close to Qiao Chengfan.

She picked up Joe Chengfan and lifted him out of the car.

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

It's okay to fall asleep.

By the time he woke up, he had already arrived in London.

Xiao Zi felt sorry for the little guy, he didn't even be able to take another look at Ye Jiaqi, nor was he able to say goodbye to his classmates in kindergarten, let alone participate in next week's parent-child activities.

He said it was the first time he had participated in such an event and he was looking forward to it.

It's definitely fun.

But now, there's nothing.

He could only go to London.

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

She picked him up and walked to the break room.

There is still half an hour before the plane takes off.

Hospital corner.

Under a tall banyan tree, the north wind is raging, and the sun is shining straight overhead.

The light shines through the treetops and branches, casting a quiet landscape painting on the ground.

There are trees, leaves, and people in the painting.

Josnian, dressed in a long black coat, leaned against a tree trunk and held a half-lit cigarette between his fingers.

Smoky, lonely and independent.

He narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze falling on the forefront, but there was a deep darkness hidden in his eyes.

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

Joss stood with his other hand in his coat pocket, his legs folded, leaning against the trunk of a tree.

He's been in this position since early in the morning.

At his feet, there are cigarette butts on the ground.

It was one of the most secluded places in the hospital, and from morning to now, he was the only one standing silently.

There was no calm on Jos's deep face, only the dark tide surging in his eyes.

"Daddy"

The little one's milky voice rang in his ears.

Josnian took a hard puff of his cigarette and closed his eyes.

However, the voice in his ears could not be suppressed at all, and even the voice became clearer and clearer.

"Daddy"

Qiao Sinian raised his hand, rubbed his solemn brow, and looked ahead.

In the distance, there was nothing but bare trees and endless patches of withering grass, and a few chairs that had peeled off.

The meadows are vast and the sky is open.

A little child jumped up and down on the grass, the little one was wearing a small yellow sweater, with fair skin and big dark eyes.

The little one opened his arms and ran towards him as fast as he could!

A bright glow appeared in Josnian's eyes.

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

It's gone.

The cigarette burned Josnian's fingers, and he withdrew his gaze and pondered, and took a few more puffs.

The heart is uncontrollable heaviness.

Like stormy waves, endless.

For a long time, Qiao Sinian raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

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