"Keya!" There was a voice not far away.
The female voice was not irritable or impatient, and her voice was still vague.
Ling Chuan raised his eyes to look outside the crowd.
What is a glance at ten thousand years.
Maybe this is the case now.
Looking at the woman holding the milk tea, with long curly hair, light and delicate makeup, she was so familiar with someone who could hardly be recognized at a glance without appearing in her mind.
Ling Chuan's body almost shook.
Almost unsteady.
Ling Chuan's secretary immediately supported his president.
He raised his eyes questioningly to the source of the sound.
"Mummy!" Keya ran to her and shouted, pointing to Ling Chuan, "I want to buy that uncle's scarf! Isn't it beautiful!"
An Ziqing raised his eyes and looked at the direction Keya was pointing.
It's a Chinese face!
Very tall body, extremely handsome face.
It's just that his face is a little pale.
The scarf is plaid, the style is not particularly beautiful, it is chic.
Especially suitable for him.
An Ziqing took a sip of milk tea and said, "It's very beautiful, but it's something from other people, not from a mall. You can sell it if you want. You think you can buy anything with money?"
Ke Ya pouted and said, "But it's Daddy's birthday present."
"There are so many scarves here, you can always pick one you like, then give me a scarf!" An Ziqing pulled Keya into the crowd, "let's let, let's let, thank you!"
Just walked into the crowd.
A figure flashed in front of him.
Suddenly came to her.
Grabbed her hand.
Her wrist was really hurt.
"You!" Ling Chuan grabbed her hand, his eyes widened, and the bottom of his eyes was bloodshot.
The surprise on the face is incredible.
An Ziqing frowned, "Thank you, let me go!"
"I knew you weren't dead! I knew it!!" Ling Chuan shouted excitedly.
The voice was trembling.
"I'm alive and well, how can you curse me to death?" An Ziqing felt baffled and wanted to remove his hand.
Found that he was really pulling very tight.
"It's me! I! Don't you know me!" Ling Chuan pointed at himself, "I am ugly!! I am ugly!"
"Chou Chou! Uncle, you are called Chou Chou! You are not ugly!" Xiao Keya heard Ling Chuan's name when she saw Ling Chuan holding on to Mommy before she got angry.
An Ziqing couldn't help saying: "I don't think you are ugly, too!"
"You are An Ziqing!!! You must be!!!" Ling Chuan shouted excitedly.
Those who followed Ling Chuan felt inexplicable.
This GE president, although young and promising, is also extremely handsome.
But you can't just hold on to a strange woman like this!
"I am not! You confessed to the wrong person!" Seeing his excitement, An Ziqing's eyes were red, and his tone softened. "You really confessed! Sir, please let me go first!"
"No! I won't let go!!! It's you! It's you!!!" Ling Chuan dragged her into his arms fiercely, "You're not dead! Xiaohong always said you're not dead! You really are not dead!! An Ziqing!!! Do you know how much I miss you all these years!"
An Ziqing was almost suffocated by him.
Why is this man like this!
I don't even know it at all.
Still holding her and saying miss her!
What a dude!
An Ziqing bends his elbow directly and directly hit Ling Chuan's lower abdomen.
Ling Chuan couldn't reach the defense, so he snorted.
Relaxed his hand.
An Ziqing took the opportunity to jump away from his arms and looked at him coldly, "Although you are handsome, I am a child and mother, sir, you don't have to be so hungry or not to choose food." (End of this chapter)