Soon, she was at the airport.

As soon as she entered the airport, she immediately saw Leng Haochen's figure, the already tall and long male model, almost perfect under the backdrop of a high-end suit, not to mention the appearance of 360 degrees without dead ends.

Men and women, young and old, who are basically passing by, can't help but look at each other.

Song Xingchen walked to Leng Haochen's side and asked, "Where's your suitcase?" ”

"What suitcase?" Leng Haochen twisted his sword eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

"Aren't you going on a business trip? So call me to deliver you, don't take the suitcase, can't you go over and buy all the clothes? Song Xingchen's words invisibly revealed joy, wishing that Leng Haochen would leave immediately and never come back.

Seeing this, Leng Haochen's face suddenly fell, and his anger rose.

How do you look at Song Xingchen like this, and wish he could leave?

He replied in a cold voice: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm not on a business trip." ”

"What?" Song Xingchen's smile was fleeting, and he endured his anger.

"You're not on a business trip, what are I doing here? My crew still has a scene to film, so let's go first. ”

Seeing her walk so neatly, Leng Haochen was so angry that his chest hurt, she really came to see him off on a business trip.

Taking two steps quickly, Leng Haochen grabbed Song Xingchen's wrist and said, "I asked you to come to pick up the plane, and An An will come back today." ”

An An is back?

Song Xingchen was stunned and blurted out: "Isn't it until next week that I can come back?" ”

Leng Haochen let go of her hand, and her movements were as cold and elegant as ever.

"My father had something to deal with temporarily, and he couldn't take care of An An, so An An simply came back with the attending physician for treatment."

Speaking of this, Leng Haochen glanced at Song Xingchen, who was in a state of despair: "You also know that An An regards you as his mother, after he comes back, don't make a mess, especially in front of him, our play must be performed well." ”

The so-called acting is to pretend to be a loving husband and wife even though they don't have any feelings.

Song Xingchen's job is to be an actor, but the task she suddenly received still made her pupils dilated for two seconds, but it was more of a surprise for An An to come back, after all, she liked An An from the bottom of her heart.

With a hint of anticipation, Song Xingchen waited for more than ten minutes, and finally saw the familiar little figure in the crowd of people coming and going.

is still a custom-made suit like a little gentleman, his bright eyes are big and bright, his facial features are upright and handsome, his red lips and teeth are white, and when he has no expression on his face, he looks fierce and fierce.

He, like his father, steals everyone's attention as soon as he appears.

But Leng Yi'an didn't care, his eyes fell on Song Xingchen, even if his face was pretending to be calm, his steps involuntarily accelerated.

"You really didn't lie to me." Leng Yi'an was so satisfied that with a bit of childlike shyness on his face, he stretched out his fleshy hand and hooked Song Xingchen's palm: "Hold me." ”

Song Xingchen was surprised, the little guy was much thinner than the first time he saw him, which showed that he was not less guilty of curing the disease.

She was distressed again, and happily hugged Leng Yi'an in her arms.

Leng Yi'an leaned on Song Xingchen's shoulder with a satisfied face and sniffed: "You smell very good, I like it very much, don't use other perfumes in the future, I like this." ”

Song Xingchen couldn't help but be stunned, she hadn't used perfume yet.

Leng Haochen, who was left out in the cold, had a sinking face, and coughed lightly to remind: "This is not a place to express feelings, the car is parked at the door." ”

Leng Yi'an reacted at this time and patted Song Xingchen's shoulder: "I'm so excited, you let me down first." ”

He felt that Song Xingchen was still too thin, although women were very concerned about their figure, but when he was held, he always felt that Song Xingchen would be crushed.

Song Xingchen put down Leng Yi'an, and the little guy couldn't help but hold her hand, looked at the fine sweat on Song Xingchen's face and said, "I'm hot, there is air conditioning in the car, let's go to the car." ”

Song Xingchen still wondered, didn't he just get off the plane? Why is it hot, but I didn't pay attention to it, and took his hand and left.

The three of them got into the car in front, and the old man sat in the car in the back.

Leng Yi'an said that he would sit behind Song Xingchen no matter what.

Leng Haochen almost endured his anger and said, "No." ”

Three people, two sitting in the back, really think of him as a driver?

Originally, the pick-up was ignored, Leng Haochen had no way to vent his anger, and he could never agree to such a thing as a driver.

Leng Yi'an rolled his eyes, his gaze fell on Song Xingchen, and suddenly his beautiful face showed an aggrieved expression, his little hands clenched, and he began to talk to himself.

"I'm alone in a foreign country for treatment, it's hard every day, I didn't expect that after I came back, I couldn't even meet a small wish, I just wanted to be closer to my mother, is it wrong?"

"Yes, yes, you certainly can't be wrong." Song Xingchen hurriedly encircled the little pity in his arms, glanced at Leng Haochen, and complained in a complaining tone.

"What are you doing with the child, if you don't like us to sit in the back, I'll drive An An to sit in the front, and you sit in the back."

Leng Haochen: "......"

Leng Haochen looked at the little devil who was smiling slyly in Song Xingchen's arms, and he was angry.

Okay, stinky boy, you're still playing tricks with yourself.

Song Xingchen is also stupid, and he can't see it with such an obvious pretense!

His face turned blue, and he adjusted his emotions to suppress his unhappiness: "Get in the car, I'll send you back first, and then I'll go back to the company." ”

Song Xingchen took Leng Yi'an's hand and got into the car.

Along the way, Leng Yi'an couldn't hide his liking for Song Xingchen, and snuggled tightly in Song Xingchen's arms, just because of habit, no matter how much he liked it, he also had a happy little face, which looked cool.

It's really a kind of contrast, and it's so cute!

Song Xingchen restrained the idea of wanting to kiss the little guy's fleshy face, touched his thin arm and felt distressed: "Why are you thin, do you have no appetite for eating?" ”

"It's not." Leng Yi'an was about to hum a song happily, but he had to keep himself 'cold person', raised his chin and said: "There are too many instruments to check every day, and sometimes you need to have an empty stomach, so I don't eat much." ”

When Song Xingchen heard this, it turned out to be from the mouth of this five-year-old child, and he was immediately sad, and quietly held the little guy's hand: "It's okay, I will eat with my mother in the future." ”

"And will you cook for me every day?" Leng Yi'an not only looked at Song Xingchen with anticipation when he heard this, but also explained awkwardly when he saw Song Xingchen stunned: "The other children's bento is ...... made by their mothers."

"Of course." Song Xingchen's smile was a little more loving, is it such a simple condition?

This little Zhengtai is really easy to feed.

"But I'm not a professional chef, and the taste may not be as good as that of a chef."

"It can't be bad!" Leng Yi'an was full of confidence and said with his little arm.