Back in his single dormitory at school, Xiao Yao lay on the bed tiredly and said softly, "Miao Yu." ”

"Here it is!" The TV turned on automatically, and a sloppyly dressed girl appeared on the TV, the girl bit a lollipop and tilted her head to stare at Xiao Yao.

"Help me book a ticket back to Cannes the day after tomorrow, I want to go back." Xiao Yao's gaze gradually became firm.

The reason why I decided to go back the day after tomorrow was that I wanted to use these two days to sleep more, so that I could use the big dream space to hone myself, where the speed of time flow was different from that of the original world, which was a hundred days a day, which was equivalent to buying him a year of training time.

"Received, by the way, Song Huan called you several times today."

Hearing the name Song Huan, Xiao Yao's heart tightened for no reason, if there was anyone in the Xiao family's mansion who could touch his heart, then Song Huan must be one of them.

He remembered that when he left the mansion three years ago, only Song Huan saw him off alone.

That day, Song Huan drove him to the airport alone. The car was moving very slowly, as if reluctant to let him go. Song Huan that day was as light as water, and he was even more silent than usual.

The two of them sat at the airport for a long time, and they seemed to have the same words, but they were extremely restrained and did not make a sound.

Xiao Yao is restrained because he knows his identity and situation, as a grandson, even if he is far away from the core of power, he may make a comeback at any time, and it is more in the interests of the "enemy" to beat him to death, so those who are close to him may be targeted by the enemy.

On weekdays, Song Huan is tranquil, but today he is just a little more tranquil. Xiao Yao's heart was a little blocked, and he expected Song Huan to become more eager, especially before he "escaped".

Although Song Huan was reused by her grandfather Song Yuanzheng, after all, she was a foreign surname, if she wanted to survive in the Xiao family, walking on thin ice and being cautious in her words and deeds was her must choose, she just wanted to live well, which may be the reason for her indifference! Xiao Yao comforted himself like this.

At the security checkpoint, Song Huan couldn't get in, so she just stood there quietly, like a noble calla lily, and just said softly: "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back." ”

She didn't leave until Xiao Yao disappeared into the crowd.

In the past, Song Huan would chat with Xiao Yao when he was unhappy, and Xiao Yao would talk to Song Huan if he had any knots, and the two had nothing to talk about, trusting each other, but they were just friends.

After three years, Xiao Yao wanted to call Song Huan countless times, but when he thought of Song Huan's indifference at the airport, he gave up taking the initiative to contact him because of his cheap self-esteem.

He has been looking forward to Song Huan's call, but he has not waited, even if it is a WeChat message.

I thought that time would make people forget, but some things are like mellow wine, which lasts for a long time. Song Huan's smile not only did not gradually blur in his sea of consciousness, but became clearer and clearer.

Xiao An said that he also liked Song Huan, which made Xiao Yao feel a little unhappy, and also gave him a sense of urgency that he was about to lose the family heirloom.

Xiao Yao took out his mobile phone and found Song Huan's phone.

At that moment, the phone rang again. Staring at the number on his phone, Xiao Yao's heart trembled slightly, the number was Song Huan's.

"Xiao Yao, is that you?" The phone was connected, and the voice on the other end of the phone trembled slightly.

"It's me, how are you doing?"

"It's fine." Song Huan said happily.

"I'll be back in two days."

"Okay, buy a ticket and tell me, I'll pick you up." Song Huan's mood that had just calmed down seemed to be hot again.

“......”

With just a few words, the longing for Song Huan instantly occupied all of Xiao Yao's body and mind, but soon, he remembered Song Huan's indifference at the airport.

He decided to ask in person, and he didn't want to linger in the speculation.

He wants to return to his genetic research institute, and no one can rob him if he wants to.

He was going to press Xiao An to the ground and rub it, so that he would know that there was a price to be paid for doing something wrong.

Xiao Shuping is Xiao Yao's second uncle, in charge of the Xiao family's security company, military industrial system, and a killer organization that makes everyone fearful, plus the second uncle has always been on good terms with him, sending a killer to kill him on the road is very in line with the style of the second uncle.

But so what, the more someone doesn't want him to go back, the more it shows that he needs to go back.

In the waiting hall, Xiao Yao was bored flipping through his mobile phone, and a seven or eight-year-old girl entered his field of vision.

The little girl was holding a big teddy bear and carrying a backpack, and was looking around at a loss.

Xiao Yao looked around, and subconsciously went to find the little girl's family, but the people around him were either chatting in twos and threes, or holding their mobile phones like him, and no one noticed the existence of the little girl at all.

This is a little girl who has no adults to follow. Every family has scriptures that are difficult to read, Xiao Yao has no position to criticize the little girl's parents and family, but he feels that the little girl is a little lonely standing there alone, which makes him feel a little distressed.

On the plane to Cannes, Xiao Yao quietly looked out the window, and the shuttle bus was working tirelessly, day after day, trip after trip, repetitive and monotonous.

"Grow your eyes, whose unlucky child is it?" A man's irritated rebuke rang out.

Xiao Yao turned his head and saw a seven or eight-year-old girl standing timidly in the aisle, holding the little fur bear in her arms tightly with both hands, tears in the corners of her eyes, aggrieved and helpless. It was the little girl in the departure hall.

The little girl stole a glance at the young man sitting in the aisle beside her, and quickly looked away, as if she was afraid that the man would immediately pull her and beat her violently.

The young man was bending over desperately wiping the stains from his shoes, muttering something in his mouth.

Apparently it was the little girl who stepped on his leather shoes, and he was venting his displeasure.

The girl held back her tears and said in a panic, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Can you afford to step on it?" The man continued to reprimand unforgivingly.

Everyone else on the plane just looked at it, and no one spoke for the little girl.

The girl has no father and no mother by her side.

Xiao Yao suddenly felt that he was like a child, and his strong empathy made him feel that it was himself who stood in front of the man and was reprimanded, and he felt the little girl's grievances and helplessness, and a strong desire to protect came up for no reason.

"Girl, sit here." Xiao Yao stood up and beckoned to the little girl.

The man glanced at Xiao Yao coldly, transferred his anger to Xiao Yao, and asked condescendingly, "Is it your child?"

For this kind of person, say one more word, Xiao Yao feels that his identity has been defiled. He glared at the man, and the power of his mind poured out, crushing towards the man.

The man snorted lightly, sat back in his seat with his legs limp, and his expression suddenly became sluggish, and he no longer had the domineering attitude he had just had.

Xiao Yao's mental power only output thirty percent, and only output a very short moment, in his opinion, this short moment was enough for the man to fall asleep all the way.

To his surprise, the man was only a little sluggish, but he did not fall asleep.

Superpower, this is Xiao Yao's preliminary judgment.