The propeller whizzed and circled overhead, and the flower-filled front yard was also innocently affected, and a large area of some delicate and tender flowers and plants fell down in an instant.
Fortunately, the backyard is quite spacious. After the private plane circled in the air, it landed on the lawn 100 meters away from the cat glass house.
The lawn that was trimmed just yesterday still smells like green grass.
The metallic private jet landed steadily with a gust of airflow.
As the propeller stopped slowly, the hatch also opened. There are escalators running down into the lawn.
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A tall figure stood against the light by the cabin door.
He looks very tall, almost two meters. Most of his body was hidden in the darkness, and from Zhan Wuyou's perspective, he could only see a pair of high-end sheepskin uppers.
Until he took a step and went down the escalator.
The tall body gradually became clear.
His steps were not hurried or slow, and each step was quite powerful. It makes people feel like they are at the scene of some high-end press conference, and he is the finale treasure.
Zhan Wuyou smelled something of the same kind in his upright and steady steps. This is an aura that can only be understood, an aura that can only be understood by superiors.
When he completely walked down the escalator and his entire face was completely exposed to the sunlight, Zhan Wuyou let out a small exclamation.
Uncle... so handsome? !
He doesn't look fifty years old at all, his face is mature and full of charm, and his whole body is calm but intimidating. This is the aura woven by countless experiences and brilliance.
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What Zhan Wuyou cared most about was his pair of mandarin duck eyes of different colors.
One is very dark black, the other is very light silver gray. If you look closely, the outer circle of the pupils seems to be a little blue. Like the deep sea.
Perhaps it is a habit, when he looks at people, he always lifts his jaw slightly, which is a cold and arrogant expression, but because of the strong aura around him, it is not offensive, but there is a feeling in his heart: he As it should be.
But now, he appeared in such a posture in front of his own sister who hadn't seen him for more than 20 years.
Wu Zijun was in a daze, "Brother, brother?"
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Wu Xinjing has already walked up to Wu Zijun.
His tall figure enveloped the thin Wu Zijun.
He spoke with a majestic voice, but his tone was very gentle, "Why are you so thin, didn't Zhan Jinru give you food?"
Wu Zijun sniffled and wanted to speak. But the tears poured out uncontrollably.
She is like a little girl who has been wronged greatly, but has no choice but to be strong because of no one to confide in.
Before the person she relied on showed up, she could endure it, and she has always tolerated it very well. But after a simple inquiry from her family, she was overwhelmed by a flood of grievances, anger, helplessness, and sadness.
She couldn't stand it any longer.
Her thin body fell straight into Wu Xinjing's arms, and she trembled slightly, sobbing uncontrollably.
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Wu Xinjing put one arm around her.
Wu Zijun was really too thin, Wu Xinjing felt like he was hugging a skeleton covered with only a thin layer of flesh and blood.
Her little gentleman has always been cheerful and optimistic, Zhan Jinru must have done something!
His brows were slightly lowered, with hidden anger that could not be ignored.
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Wu Zijun cried until the end, hiccupping uncontrollably, and wrapped his arms around Wu Xinjing's waist tightly, "Woo... wow... brother, brother woo woo."
"I'm here." Wu Xinjing hugged her, letting Wu Zijun lean on him with most of her body weight, and gently patted her on the back with her strong hands, and said softly, "Cry, brother doesn't laugh at you."
With a crying voice, Wu Zijun hiccupped several times before continuing, "I, I want to go home, take Wuyou with me, and go home."
"Then go back." Wu Xinjing's rare pair of mandarin duck eyes glanced at Zhan Wuyou who was standing aside.
Zhan Wuyou raised his head and met his gaze.
"You are worry-free?"
Zhan Wuyou took a step forward, and said obediently, "Uncle."
Wu Xinjing looked at him calmly for a while. Seeing Zhan Wuyou's clear eyes, his tall stature, and his gesture of not dodging himself, it is a rare characterization among the new generation. More importantly, he smelled something similar to himself in his nephew.
This is a kind of breath.
He raised his lips and said in a slow tone, "You are fine."
Zhan Wuyou smiled shyly, but didn't answer.
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"No, worry-free." Wu Zijun cried bitterly just now, but after he recovered, he felt a little embarrassed again.
Wuyou is so old, but she cried like that in front of the child.
She reached out and wiped her face carelessly.
"Be gentle." Wu Xinjing took out a handkerchief from his arms, and carefully wiped away the tears on his face.
Wu Zijun was even more embarrassed, and turned his face to hide a few times.
Wu Xinjing could only follow her and put away the handkerchief.
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"Worriless," Wu Zijun said in a small voice.
A few teardrops hung on her pale and thin face, making her look like a delicate greenhouse flower, "Come home with mom, okay?"
"I want to confirm something more." Zhan Wuyou stepped forward to hug Wu Zijun, and comforted him, "I will reply to you tomorrow, is that okay?"
Wu Zijun lowered his head.
She came from a single-minded love mind, and she knew Zhan Wuyou's attitude very well.
In her opinion: Although Xiaoqing is more reliable than Zhan Jinru, but people's hearts are changeable, not to mention that Wuyou has no income at present, and his basic necessities are all dependent on Xiaoqing. One day Xiaoqing betrayed him...
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But she also understands that the person in love cannot be turned back just by a few words of persuasion. Just like when Wu Xinjing opposed her marriage with Zhan Jinru more than once...
She thought about it a lot, and finally she could only sniff her nose, and said seriously, "Promise mom, if you are unhappy, you will go home. The Wu family is your eternal backing, and you will always have a way out."
Zhan Wuyou's heart trembled violently, and the smile on his face became more obedient. He promised, "I will reply to you tomorrow."
Wu Zijun could only hum slightly.
Wu Xinjing looked at the reluctance of the mother and son, and reminded, "The old house of the Wu family is not far from here. We will live in the old house of the Wu family for a few days." He said and looked at Zhan Wuyou, "Time is still there. Good morning, why don't you go to the house with us first? The driver should have arrived at the door too."
This request was very reasonable. Zhan Wuyou really wanted to tell his uncle about his mother's condition in detail, so he agreed.
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And Zhu Xuanan, who had witnessed all this, was already stomping his feet anxiously.
As early as he heard the sound of the propeller, he leaned out of the window.
When he saw Wu Xinjing get off the plane and Wu Zijun jumped on him crying again, his mentality was out of balance.
But he really has no room to prevent the reunion of Wu family brothers and sisters.
I could only hold back my sourness and lay down at the window to watch.
But looking at it, Wu Zijun actually wants to go with Wu Xinjing? Even the driver and the car are ready
And Zhan Wuyou, who was standing on the side, also followed.
He is... also going to the Wu family
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Zhu Xuan'an couldn't stay still anymore.
Originally, Zhan Wuyou was at Yan's house, so Zijun would definitely come back. But what he didn't expect was that Wu Xinjing took both of them away at once.
He quickly ran downstairs.
It's a pity that when we ran to the door, the extended Maybach had disappeared.
And the silver private jet landed in Yan's back garden just like that.