Ling Yiyun stopped helplessly, but he didn't look back, just said bluntly and indifferently: "Don't follow, you go to the airport first, and I'll arrive later." ”

After speaking, he hugged Su Ziyue and walked straight forward.

And the woman behind her, Sophia. Gong Teng could only clench his fists hatefully, his sharp blood-red nails fiercely stimulating his tender skin, and his eyes stared at Ling Yiyun's distant back with evil and coldness.

"Hmph, Ling Yiyun, you are mine, no one can take it away."

The corners of Sophia's mouth tugged at a coquettish smile, and then she turned around elegantly and gorgeously, put her slender hand on the man's palm, and walked into the car with the help of the man.

Ling Yiyun called a taxi on the side of the street, carried Su Ziyue into the car, and then got into it as well.

He hugged Su Ziyue tightly in his arms, as if he was caring for his most precious treasure.

My head quickly recalled every moment when I was with the person in my arms, and I couldn't help but have a pale and sad smile on my face.

I'm sorry, Yueyue! Ling Yiyun slowly closed his eyes, stopping the tears from rolling in his eyes.

I will imprint your face in the depths of my mind forever.

The car drove away, and after a while, they arrived at Su Ziyue's house.

The reporters who gathered in front of Su Ziyue's house in the morning were long gone, only Su Xiaoyin was doing housework in the living room, and she saw Ling Yiyun taking her daughter away, so she was not worried.

Seeing Ling Yiyun walking into the courtyard with his daughter in his arms, Su Xiaoyin hurriedly walked up.

"Yi Yun, what's wrong with Yueyue?" Su Xiaoyin asked with a worried face, she saw Su Ziyue's pale cheeks and soaked clothes.

"Auntie, she's fine, just have a good rest." Ling Yiyun and Su Xiaoyin helped Su Ziyue to the room and placed her on the bed as she spoke.

The moment he entered Su Ziyue's room, Ling Yiyun was stunned, he thought that he would never forget the scene he saw today in the future.

I saw that Su Ziyue's pink-purple room was full of photos of Ling Yiyun, some alone and some with her.

A large enlarged bordered watercolor painting hung on the ceiling of the suspended ceiling, so that every day when Su Ziyue opened her eyes, the first person she saw was Ling Yiyun.

Ling Yiyun looked at himself in the photos with different backgrounds, his memories were flowing rapidly, and scenes of the past came to his heart.

These photos record the time since I met her, and it has been five full years, and she has been silently watching herself.

His eyes were already moist, his nose was sour, and Ling Yiyun turned his head, trying to control his chaotic thoughts.

"Auntie, I'm going to study in Japan, and I don't know when I'll be back." Ling Yiyun held back tears and spit out these words, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Child, you're gone, what should Yueyue do? You know her, you should know it by looking at this room. After Su Xiaoyin, who was covering Su Ziyue's quilt, heard Ling Yiyun's words, she was startled at first, and then she opened her mouth worriedly, with a puzzled look in her eyes.

"Auntie, I've already told Yueyue. Sorry, take care and goodbye! Ling Yiyun held on to the door frame and strode down the stairs after speaking.

Yi Yun's kid looks abnormal, something must have happened to make him like this.

Yueyue, I hope you can be strong.

Su Xiaoyin changed her daughter's clean clothes, stroked Su Ziyue's pale cheeks, and sighed again.

Many things are always unsatisfactory in the personnel room, but everyone must learn to bear it in order to live a better life.

After a while, a passenger plane bound for Tokyo, Japan, soared in the rain and fog over the city of C.

Goodbye, Yueyue! This deep and long cry seems to permeate the vast sky of C City, and it seems to come from the mouth of an unknown heaven.

I wish my dear readers a happy Lantern Festival and all their wishes come true. To be continued...