"Miss, are you alright?" the little assistant asked as she walked a few steps closer to see that she was crying a little too badly.

Warmth ignored him, his nose was red, and he was still crying.

The little assistant was a little difficult, squatted down, and put the check in his warm hand: "Miss, I'm really sorry, we still have urgent matters, we have to go first, you take the money and go to check your body." With that, he got into the car and left.

Warmth was blurred by tears, and he paused for a moment.

Should she want it?

If she has this money, then she can leave this sad place, right?

The car drove past her, Lu Jingchuan inadvertently raised his eyes, and saw the woman sitting on the ground silently wiping her tears, he frowned, and a touch of pain passed through his heart inexplicably.

The woman outside the window flashed, Lu Jingchuan also retracted his gaze, and after a while, he asked the little assistant: "How is that woman?"

The little assistant didn't expect Lu Jingchuan to ask about a woman, and replied seriously in surprise: "It should be fine, the check was also given to her, and she didn't seem to be hurt." ”

The image of the woman sitting on the ground and crying flashed in his mind, and Lu Jingchuan pinched the corners of his forehead and responded in a low voice.

Five years later.

Jiangcheng, airport.

The woman dragged a half-human-high suitcase and stepped out of it.

Warm, curly wavy hair rests on the graceful butterfly bones that protrude from the back, and a pair of sunglasses rests on his face, revealing only lips with red lipstick.

She was wearing a pure white shirt, loosely tucked into the waistband of her pants, hooking a slender waist, a pair of black straight-leg pants underneath, revealing a cold white thin ankle, a long trench coat on the outside, and the foil of high heels, the whole person was full of momentum.

The people around almost thought she was some kind of star, and faintly let out a sound of praise.

Nuan was talking to the person opposite him with his mobile phone in his hand, "Well, I just got off the plane. ”

I don't know what the other side said, she smiled, and thousands of lights floated between her eyebrows: "Okay, I'll go and live, anyway, it's a house sent by the company." ”

At this time, she suddenly saw a little guy not far away crowded in the crowd, crookedly, one stumbled, and fell to the ground as soon as his little short legs became weak.

Wen Wen looked at it tightly, and found that no parents came, so he hurriedly said to the person opposite: "I have something to do, let's not talk about it first, hang up." With that, he stuffed his phone into his pocket and hurried over to the little guy.

The little guy wanted to stand up, but there were too many people around, and he was too short to have any strength, so he had to sit back on the ground.

Wen Wen stretched out his hand, grabbed the little guy's fleshy arm, and with a quick effort, he lifted the person up.

Warmth took the man to an open place, squatted down, and asked him in a low tone, "Little one, have you been separated from your family?"

As soon as he saw the face of the little guy in front of him, he couldn't help but subconsciously sigh that this child is too good-looking, it's pink, fortunately, it's still young, it's going to grow up, how many girls will be harmed.

The little guy puffed out his mouth and looked at her with a pair of wet black eyes, like a deer running in the woods, innocent and innocent, but he didn't speak.

Wen Wen saw a small notebook hanging around his neck, and saw that he pursed his lips and didn't speak, and asked softly, "Can't you speak?"

The little one's face was gloomy, and he raised his fleshy hand and wrote on the notebook one by one: I can write.

Warmth touched his little head, "Then can you make a sound?"

If you can make a sound, it's just that your vocal cords are damaged, and if you're recovered, you'll be able to speak.

When the little guy heard this, he hesitated visibly, then shook his head.

Warmth watched the little guy shake his little head like a rattle, and his heart hurt, and he was still a little sad to think that such a young child could no longer speak.

As if seeing that the warmth was a little lost, the little guy hesitated for a while, stretched out his hand, and hugged the warm neck.

The child had a sweet milky fragrance on his body, and he didn't expect this little guy to be quite caring, so he smiled a little and rubbed his soft hair: "I'll take you to Mom and Dad." ”

I don't know which sentence stimulated the little guy, his mouth was flattened, his big eyes were instantly filled with tears, and he looked at the warmth pitifully, and her heart was about to break.

She hurriedly reached out to wipe away the big tears rolling down for the little guy, and comforted him with a good voice: "Oh, don't cry, what's wrong with you......"

She just looked at him, and suddenly her fingertips stopped at the little one's pink cheek.

If her child hadn't died, she would be so old now.

Warm for a while, a little distracted.

In the past few years abroad, she has tried her best not to think about it, but as soon as she returned to China and met this little guy, she still couldn't help but think about it, and her red lips pressed down slightly, resisting the sourness in her heart.

"Aning, why did you get here?"

Suddenly, a surprised, very crisp and tactful female voice came from the side.

A woman in a goose-yellow knee-length gauze skirt ran over in small steps, dragged the little guy in front of Nuan to the side and hugged him in her arms, while a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Nuan vigilantly and unpleasantly: "Who are you? What do you say to our A-Ning?"

Wen Wen looked at this beautiful woman who suddenly appeared, thinking that it was the mother of the little guy, and she was not displeased because of the woman's questioning tone, she only slowly hooked her lips and was about to speak, but she saw that the little guy had a pink face, desperately trying to struggle out of the woman's arms.

Seeing the little guy's reaction like this, Wen Wen frowned, and at the same time he had some doubts in his heart, and at the same time, there was a little anger that he couldn't understand.

Looking at the little guy like this, the woman in front of him shouldn't be his mother, right?

The eyes under the sunglasses narrowed slightly, and the tone sank: "Then who are you?"

Shen Ruowei firmly grabbed the little guy's arm and didn't let him escape, with a smile on her face: "I'm his ......"

Before she could finish speaking, the little guy lowered his head and bit her hand, she let go of her hand in pain, and watched the little guy run to the warmth and grab her trouser leg.

Warmth brought him in front of her, she was not short, and she was much taller than the woman in front of her in high heels, and her red lips were slightly cold: "Miss, children are not stupid." ”

Shen Ruowei was holding her hand with tooth marks, her face was bruised, and she didn't know how to speak, when a voice suddenly came.

"Anin. "The voice is deep and magnetic, and it sounds very safe.

Shen Ruowei immediately walked to the person who came, and the little bird raised her head like a person, her eyes were red, and her voice was full of grievances: "Jingchuan, you are finally here, A-Ning refuses to go with me." ”

Warmth looks at the people.

The man is very tall, and his facial features are so handsome that it seems to be carved by God himself, and he looks like a little guy, but the temperament of the man is low and cold, which makes people subconsciously dare not approach.