It's a long story, and I can't finish it when I stand at the exit of the airport.
Wen Xiaoxiao was not in a hurry, the process was secondary, the important thing was the result, Lin Xiaomi was still alive.
Wen Xiaoxiao's eyes turned red with excitement, and Lin Xiaomi was also very happy. Although she had no memory, seeing Wen Xiaoxiao felt indescribably kind.
Two women in their late thirties stood at the exit of the airport, holding hands without speaking, like kindergarten children who were reluctant to part after school.
The adults were talking, but they didn't notice that the two little guys also met their eyes.
Leng Junlin looked at the kid in front of him who was taller than him, and asked coolly, "I'm Leng Junlin, who are you?"
"My name is Wen Yifan."
As soon as the two little guys made a sound, Lin Xiaomi noticed the boy standing beside Wen Xiaoxiao.
"My son, Fanfan, is called Auntie, and Auntie Xiaomi is my mother's best friend."
Wen Yifan looked at Lin Xiaomi, feeling a little shy, but the little guy didn't recognize his birth, and followed Dafang, took Lin Xiaomi's hand, and kissed the back of her hand lightly with foreign etiquette: "Nice to meet you, Aunt Xiaomi, how old are you?" Be as pretty as my mother."
Several adults were amused by his behavior, and Xiaomi hugged him in surprise: "Auntie is also very glad to meet you, you are as clever and cute as my son."
Saying that, she kissed him lightly on the cheek.
This boy is as cute as Leng Junlin, especially the posture of this little gentleman, which is simply irresistible. Moreover, looking at this Fanfan's face, there is always a feeling of deja vu.
It doesn't matter that Lin Xiaomi is a relative, it makes the two men around him a little bit tasteful.
Leng Yihuang's taste for food is reflected in his heart, in front of outsiders, he is still the noble and elegant young master Leng, but when he looks at Wen Yifan's face, a flash of thought flashes in his shrewd eagle eyes.
Leng Junlin's taste was shown on his face, he felt that his new mother seemed to like this kid very much.
He had a sense of crisis that he was about to fall out of favor, and he squeezed between Lin Xiaomi and Wen Yifan, with the chubby arms around Lin Xiaomi's neck possessively, as if swearing sovereignty.
"Zhuzhu, hug."
Lin Xiaomi laughed, she had never seen him clinging to herself so much on weekdays: "Junlin, look at Yifan, do you still have the nerve to act like a baby?"
Leng Junlin felt that he was disgusted again, and strangled her neck even more unwilling to let go.
After Jun Lin was born, Wen Xiaoxiao never had the chance to see him. Liang Yin called her to tell her the news of Lin Xiaomi's death. Too many things made her full of despair for this city, so she resolutely left.
For four years, she hadn't seen Lin Xiaomi's child.
"This is King's Landing, right? You are so beautiful. Sure enough, the offspring that you combine with the powerful genes of Master Leng, Xiaomi, is also very powerful."
Leng Junlin could tell that the aunt who had a good relationship with Lin Xiaomi was praising him, her face was a little red, and she pursed her mouth and said, "It's okay, it's so-so."
"Is Yifan also four years old?" Lin Xiaomi asked.
Wen Xiaoxiao nodded: "A few months younger than King's Landing."
"Then after King's Landing, I'll be my elder brother, and I have to take care of younger brother Yifan, you know?"
Leng Junlin is very unfamiliar with the word "brother", but it's better than being a younger brother, and he didn't feel disgusted when he looked at Wen Yifan, so he immediately reached out and patted Wen Yifan's shoulder very loyally: "I'll be happy wherever there is fun in the capital." I know, I will take you to play in two days."
"Thank you brother."
With the cry of brother, Leng Junlin suddenly felt that he was also a "parent", and now Wen Yifan was more pleasing to the eye, anyway, it was much more pleasing to the eye than Shengyu.
Bai Chen was already very tired from the flight for more than ten hours, and they didn't say anything more. Lin Xiaomi exchanged phone calls with Wen Xiaoxiao, and Leng Yihuang personally sent someone to send Wen Xiaoxiao's mother and son home.
Bai Chen had already resigned from public office, and felt that living in the presidential palace was not good, so he sent him to Leng Yihuang's villa.
Seeing the suitcase full of gifts, Leng Junlin happily shouted around Bai Chen's grandpa.
After eating, he sat in his room and disassembled a whole set of Lego that Bai Chen had bought for him.
Leng Yihuang still had to receive a document, so he went back to his study first, and Lin Xiaomi personally brewed scented tea and handed it to Bai Chen. The father and daughter didn't know how to talk when they met four years later than they did four years ago.
In the end, it was Bai Chen who spoke first: "I really didn't expect that your mother is still alive. She used to be a very optimistic and positive woman. I'm sorry for her. I think there may be some misunderstanding. She..."
Bai Chen didn't expect that Wang Hui was still alive, let alone that Lin Xiaomi spent the four years of "dead" with Wang Hui.
It's hard to imagine that her biological mother would allow others to treat her biological daughter like this.
Lin Xiaomi obviously didn't want to talk more. When Wang Hui was mentioned, his face turned cold: "You must be tired after sitting on the plane for more than ten hours. Go to rest early. The room has been cleaned up for you."
After speaking, he turned around and went directly upstairs.
No matter how many reasons Wang Hui has, she can't forgive her. A biological mother keeps saying that everything she does is because she doesn't want to be separated from her daughter. Has she ever thought that her daughter also has children? family people.
She didn't want to delve into more unknown reasons, because she knew that digging deeper would only make her hate Wang Hui even more.
Lin Xiaomi took a shower and went to Leng Junlin's room. The lights in the room were already off. She thought the little guy was asleep, but unexpectedly there was a glimmer of light from the corner of the bulging quilt.
She stepped forward and lifted the quilt. Leng Junlin was lying on the quilt playing the new game console that Bai Chen had given him. He was suddenly exposed, blinking his eyes, feeling a little silly for a moment.
Lin Xiaomi took his game console and put it aside, and flicked it vigorously on his forehead: "I have to go to school tomorrow, I'm going to sleep now."
The little guy rolled in the quilt: "But I can't sleep."
"If you make trouble again, I will tell your father."
When the little guy heard Leng Yihuang's name, he rolled his eyes speechlessly, leaned into Lin Xiaomi's arms, put his arms around her waist, and fell asleep not long after.
After straightening his body and tucking his feet under the quilt, Lin Xiaomi retreated lightly.
Leng Yihuang came out of the shower and saw Lin Xiaomi lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
He dried his hair and leaned over, reaching out to pull her into his arms: "What are you thinking?"
Lin Xiaomi snuggled into his arms, and rubbed her small face against his chest muscles: "I was thinking about my father, I was thinking about Xiaoxiao, and I was thinking about Fanfan."