At noon, the New York airport is scorched by the scorching sun, but the temperature is still freezing low, and you can't feel the slightest warmth.

In the passage of the airport drop-off area, two tall and handsome figures are walking in the opposite direction with the few arriving passengers like morning stars, and the man walking in front is dressed in black, with a steady but eager pace, and walks straight to the exit gate.

There was still more than an hour before the arrival time of the plane, and he had already waited at the entrance of the covered bridge, his eyes were deep, his expression was standing upright, and his eyes had been staring at the apron outside the floor-to-ceiling window, with mixed feelings.

He stood there like a statue, and it wasn't until he saw a plane slowly taxiing into the parking stand in front of him that he quickly moved his steps forward, his eyes falling into the deep bridge.

Dozens of minutes later, human voices and footsteps began to be heard in the depths of the covered bridge, and soon, a woman wearing a light gray mink long coat with her hair coiled up like balls and standing high on the top of her head lowered her head and walked out of the covered bridge without hurrying.

From the moment he saw her figure, everything around him seemed to have lost its color, the man's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was instantly stained with a layer of forbearance, trying his best to control the pace he wanted to move forward.

It wasn't until the woman stood in front of him that he couldn't help but reach out and tentatively touch the back of the hand hanging by his side, and seeing that she didn't refuse, he finally took it up and held it tightly in his palm.

Some cold touches did not make him feel cold, but like gurgling spring water moistened his heart and lungs. He stared intently at those clear eyes, and was about to speak, but the soft female voice entered his ears first.

"I'm here for you."

With such a sentence, the blood in his whole body suddenly stopped flowing, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately stepped forward and gave a shallow kiss on the forehead that was covered by scattered bangs, and then gently hugged her into his arms.

All the words could not express the throbbing in his heart at the moment, except for gratitude and love, more irrepressible joy.

She actually chose to accompany her in person.

No breakup, not breakup.

Feeling his trembling and forbearance, Su Xiaoxiao reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist in response.

After thinking about it for a month and a half, and struggling for a month and a half, she finally decided to accompany him through this difficult period. Even if he didn't say it, she had already guessed that everything was done by his parents, and she could still tell the truth from the fake if he had such deep feelings for herself.

After a long time, Qin Yitian reluctantly let go of Su Xiaoxiao, bent down and asked in a low voice, "Have you eaten?" Tired or not? ”

Su Xiaoxiao shook her head, then nodded, "Let's go eat first." ”

"Okay." Until this moment, Qin Yi only smiled.

Seeing this situation, Lu Feng behind him finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that the sad days had finally passed.

Because of Su Xiaoxiao's arrival, Lu Feng felt that the air around him had become refreshing, and the low pressure that had lasted for a month and a half was swept away by the breeze, bringing spring-like warmth.

Along the way, Su Xiaoxiao and Qin Yitian didn't have any extra conversations, it was estimated that she didn't sleep enough on the plane, and as soon as the car started, she leaned on Qin Yitian's shoulder and closed her eyes to recuperate.

This familiar action made Qin Yi

He gently rested his chin on the soft and fragrant hair, and a warm smile hung on his face.

In the end, their car stopped in front of an inconspicuous small café, Qin Yitian took Su Xiaoxiao into the store, did not sit in the front hall, but went straight to the inner room, and then walked into a private private box.

From the time they entered the store to the time they sat down, no one stepped forward to greet them, as if every waiter knew Qin Yitian, just bowed slightly, and then continued to be busy with the matter at hand.

After a while, a man in a white chef's uniform pushed open the door of the box, stood up straight, put his hands behind his back, looked at Qin Yitian and said respectfully: "Young master, good afternoon." ”

Qin Yitian looked at him and nodded his head, then frowned slightly and said, "It's not like that, you don't need to be like this when you come out." ”

"Isn't that habitual?" The chef relaxed his body, and then took out a small notebook and a pen from behind him like a trickster, "Young master, what do you want to eat?" While speaking, he also glanced at Su Xiaoxiao curiously.

Qin Yitian turned his head to look at Su Xiaoxiao, and asked softly, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"A hand-blended latte, a mixed juice, and a fried rice, and that's it." Su Xiaoxiao raised her eyes to look at the chef and replied lightly, and after finishing speaking, she lowered her head and looked at her phone.

Looking at the chef's puzzled expression, Qin Yitian waved his hand, "Just do what she said, go ahead." ”

"Yes, young master."

When the door closed again, Qin Yitian spoke: "You ate on the plane?" ”

"Hmm."

Looking at her tired appearance with her head propped up, Qin Yitian sighed lightly, it turned out that she guessed that she didn't eat before she chose to eat first, obviously she was so sleepy.

"I'll book a hotel for you, I'll take you there after eating."

Hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him and put away his mobile phone, and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't live in a hotel, I will live where you live." ”

"I live in an office now, and it will be more comfortable for you to stay in a hotel."

"Office?"

Qin Yitian thought about it, and still told the truth: "That person lived in a villa, and I have been living in the company recently. In order not to worry her too much, he added: "Mutian Group happens to be busy, and it is convenient for me to sleep in the company." ”

"She's staying at your house?" Su Xiaoxiao asked in a low voice to herself, and then, without waiting for him to speak, she continued: "I live in the company with you." ”

"Nope."

"Since I'm here, I'm not afraid of what others say, Brother Qin, I want to accompany you. Besides, staying in a hotel is worse for you, isn't it? Do you want to leave me at the hotel and not come to see me? ”

"Little ......" faced her persistence, Qin Yitian was a little helpless, and at the same time, he felt even more guilty because she put down her body so much and thought about herself everywhere.

In fact, she is right, if he goes in and out of the hotel, no matter how much he guards, he may still be caught by someone with a heart, and there may be greater public opinion at that time. Although there may be gossip if you live in the company, the risk is much smaller, but she is really wronged.

And wronging her was the last thing he wanted to do.

His sinking

Mo made Su Xiaoxiao a little unhappy, the grievances in her heart were not completely dissipated, and at this moment she glanced at her face angrily, and even her eyes began to have water vapor in her eyes.

Seeing this, Qin Yitian hurriedly got up, walked to the opposite side and sat down beside her and hugged her into his arms, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, live in the company first, right next to me, huh?" ”

"You know I'm not afraid." Su Xiaoxiao muttered in a low voice.

"But I'm afraid." Qin Yitian thought silently in his heart, and the strength of his hand couldn't help but tighten.

As soon as she stepped into New York, many crises would surface, and he was afraid that she would be involved in disputes, and even more afraid that she would be in danger. The only thing I can do now is to try my best to protect her, because once she comes, she must think about the consequences, and it is impossible to leave easily.

(Baozi's words: In the last few days, I have been so busy that I was almost afraid of sudden death, but I was fortunate to come back to life.)

Actually, to be honest, I really don't know how many others there are, except for the readers who are paying for subscriptions, and I don't even think it's a mystery if there is, but I once said that as long as there is a reader, I will write a good article for her, not perfunctory.

Of course, I'd love someone to leave me a comment to give me some advice, because I always feel good about myself. ）

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