Luck is a wavy line, and when you feel like you're in a slump and can't help yourself, the turning point is coming soon.

Shen Fanyin is like this, she can't be happy now, and she has eaten half a bowl more for dinner.

Seeing her like this, Jing Zeheng could only remind: "Sanskrit, experts also said that there is no effective cure for Alzheimer's disease, and all he can do is delay the aggravation of the disease."

He originally didn't want to tell Shen Fanyin, but she was too happy, he was afraid that she would suffer a blow after learning the truth and couldn't accept the reality.

"I know," she smiled, her eyes curled into crescents, "but it would be nice to be relieved."

Life is unsatisfactory for eight things, she doesn't ask for much, it is enough to find a trace of sweetness in the mediocre and troubled world.

Her smile made Jing Zeheng feel distressed.

She is so easily satisfied that she can laugh for a long time when she is given a piece of candy.

He wants to see her coquettish, he wants to see her lose her temper, he wants to see her vexatious.

He wants to spoil her, he wants to spoil her, he wants to hold her like a palm bead.

"Sanskrit, you ......"

He wanted to tell her that she didn't have to be so sensible.

But before he could call her name, the words were interrupted by the buzzing of the phone.

Shen Fanyin picked up the phone and looked at it, and chuckled helplessly at Jing Zeheng: "I'll answer the phone."

"Hmm."

Jing Zeheng clearly saw that the smile on her face converged the moment she connected the phone, and there was more haze in her eyes.

"Hey, Senior Sister Guan Ran."

"Fanyin, I plan to go to Haicheng in three days, how do you submit your entry? Do you need me to bring it for you?" Guan Ran's voice was very relaxed, as if the previous unpleasantness did not exist at all, and they were still close sisters.

Shen Fanyin didn't come out of Ancheng, and the old students knew about it.

As if he was afraid that Shen Fanyin would not be at ease, Guan Ran added: "Senior brother will also go together."

The eldest brother in her mouth is Zeng Mao, the eldest son of Zeng Lao and Zeng Wanwan's eldest brother. Zeng Mao founded his personal brand ten years ago and is a leading figure in domestic clothing design. He was especially good to Shen Fanyin, and Zeng Mao helped to register the trademark of the wedding dress shop.

There was no smile on Shen Fanyin's face, but his voice was polite: "No need Senior Sister, Mu Mu will send it for me, otherwise you won't be able to take too many things."

"It's okay, then let Su Mu go with me, it's convenient to take care of it, otherwise it's not good for her little girl to be in trouble."

"Okay, thank you, senior sister."

"Then I'll make an appointment with her."

"Hmm."

Hanging up the phone, Shen Fanyin looked at Jing Zeheng: "Brother, what did you want to say just now?"

Jing Zeheng calmed down at the moment, swallowed that sentence back, and asked, "I want to ask you how to send your entries."

"Mu Mu said that it is safer to drive, but it takes seven or eight hours to get from here to Haicheng, which is too tiring." Shen Fanyin frowned slightly, "But I'm always afraid that it will make a mistake by letting her take the plane."

Jing Zeheng thought for a moment and said to her, "Sanskrit, ...... like this."

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The airport is full of people, and most of the travelers are in a hurry. The clouds of airplanes weave into a web, and they go their separate ways under the blue curtain.

"Thirty kilograms," the ground staff checked the weight of the checked luggage and smiled at Su Mu, "Miss, wait a minute."

Su Mu took the ID card and boarding pass and stepped aside.

Zeng Mao looked at the huge safe on the consignment belt, and his surprise overflowed: "Why is it so light?"

An ordinary wedding dress weighs about ten kilograms. But which of these entries is not a bunch of accessories and extremely complex? It's not a good choice to play stream-of-consciousness simplicity in the competition, look at Guan Ran's work, including the wedding dress with a box, a full eighty kilograms.

And Shen Fanyin's side, this all-metal safe alone weighs more than 20 kilograms, right? Why is the entry so light?

Zeng Mao couldn't help but be a little worried, could it be that the recent pressure of public opinion is too great, and the little junior sister is going to be rotten?

Su Mu was open

The eye said nonsense: "I don't know, that's how Yinyin was given to me."

The more relaxed she was, the more anxious Zeng Mao became.

simply dialed Shen Fanyin's phone, intending to ask her personally.

But the phone couldn't be connected, and it was turned off.

Zeng Mao dialed it several times, and the result was the same.

He could only ask Su Mu again, "It can't be that she forgot to put the wedding dress in, right?"

Su Mu blinked his eyes: "Probably not."

Zeng Mao wrinkled his eyebrows, pondered for a long time, and called his father.

After explaining the situation, he wanted his father to ask Shen Fanyin, but all he got was Zeng Lao's salty and non-salty sentence: "Leave her alone, she has her own ideas."

Zeng Mao was very confused, and he really didn't understand why his father, who had always spoiled Shen Fanyin, was so cold.

"Senior brother, Mu Mu, let's go, it's time to board the plane." Not far away, Guan Ran urged them.

Zeng Mao was full of suspicions, but seeing that he was the only one who was in a hurry, he could only follow like resignation.

Before entering the security check, he couldn't help but look back at the shipping belt again.

The box is long gone, and the security scanner is like a giant beast with a big mouth, swallowing it in one gulp, and there is not even a slag left.

Zeng Mao stopped, his brows furrowed.

Su Mu suddenly patted him and said with a smile, "Brother Zeng, don't worry, Yinyin has always been reliable, and it is impossible to make low-level mistakes."

"Hmm."

Shen Fanyin will not make low-level mistakes, but it does not mean that everyone will not make mistakes.

"What does it have to do with me when the baggage compartment is empty? I didn't empty it. I just want my consignment!"

In Haicheng Airport, Su Mu crossed his waist and argued with the ground staff brother who looked strange.

"Miss, I mean, your checked items are not on the plane now, of course, it is not ruled out that there is a possibility that a passenger has the wrong luggage, and we will look for it." The little brother looked too lazy to take care of her, and said coldly, "If you can't find it, we will give you compensation of no more than 100 yuan per kilogram according to the transportation compensation terms."

Su Mu was so angry that he rolled his eyes, and his breath was short: "I sent you those thirty or twenty thousand yuan? My safe is priced at 880,000 yuan!"

"First of all, we do not recommend passengers to check in valuables; Secondly, do you have any valuables specifically marked for consignment?"

「……」

Su Mu snorted and panted, and only after a while did he squeeze out a sentence: "I want things, not money!"

"Are you going to give up cash compensation?"

Su Mu: "......!"

So angry! But she can't win!

Zeng Mao frowned and stopped her behind him, and said to the ground guy, "This piece of luggage is very important to us, how long will it take to find it?"

"First of all, this piece of luggage is not at our airport at all, and if you want to find it, you need to dispatch multiple parties to find and monitor it; Secondly, I have already reported it to my superiors, so you can wait for the specific news to be notified."

Hearing these meaningless words, Zeng Mao suppressed his anger: "The plane has never transferred, at most it is a matter between two airports, right?"

"Not necessarily, it is not ruled out that the luggage may be sent to other planes. Moreover, we also have our own procedures, if we can access the monitoring at will, how can we ensure the rights and interests of other passengers?"

Su Mu was angry in his heart: "Now my rights and interests have been violated! I'm not a traveler anymore?!"

"I'm just an employee of Haicheng Airport, and I suggest that you report your problem to the airline."

Su Mu: "......"

She was really, almost.

Guan Ran patted her on the back and suggested, "Let's call Fanyin first, let her go to Anseong Airport to find it quickly, and take the next plane to send it in time."

"Okay."

Su Mu gritted his teeth and agreed, and dialed Shen Fanyin's number.

"Dut...... Honk...... ......