But I haven't seen her for more than half a year, and she looks like she is more than ten years old.

The tall man is still there, and the long hair is still coiled in a dignified bun, clean and neat.

Still with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

But there is no charm when I first saw her, and there is no noble temperament when I first saw her.

It is as if a blooming and moisturizing blooming flower, after the ravages of the storm, all the gorgeousness of the past is no longer restored.

Su Yue's eyes gradually turned red, and her eyes were filled with tears.

She also bit her lip, endured her emotions, and looked at it without saying a word.

"Is that grandma the principal?" Su Xiaoqiao suddenly turned his head and looked at Su Yue innocently.

Su Yue nodded, and said a choked "um".

The tears couldn't be stopped, so Xiao Qiao sat in the back seat, and she was facing her sideways.

She quickly sat upright, lowered her head and reached out to quickly wipe her tears, then started the car and quickly drove away from the entrance of the orphanage.

Su Xiaoqiao saw Su Yue drive the car away, she looked at her suspiciously and asked, "Mommy, aren't we going in?" ”

Su Yue sniffed, shook her head, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Don't go in, Mommy just came to see grandma." ”

When Su Xiaoqiao heard this, she asked curiously, "Is that grandma Mommy's friend?" ”

In order to avoid Xiao Qiao from continuing to ask, Su Yue was about to nod, and after thinking about it, she still planned to tell her the truth, "That grandma is Dad's mother." ”

After saying that, she turned her head to look at Xiao Qiao.

Xiao Qiao blinked suspiciously, "Isn't Dad's mother Beibei's grandmother?" ”

Looking at the little girl's clear and bright eyes, Su Yue patiently pretended to smile, and explained to her in a gentle voice: "Grandma the head of the kindergarten is Qiao Chen's father's mother. ”

"Oh." Su Xiaoqiao nodded understandingly, and then she asked puzzledly, "Then why doesn't Mommy go in?" ”

Su Yue almost didn't think about it, and thought of a reason casually, "Mommy remembered that she didn't bring a gift this time, and she will go in again next time she brings a gift." ”

However, this reason is also enough to convince the simple Su Xiaoqiao.

Xiao Qiao also felt that it was rude not to bring a gift, she nodded and said, "Okay, take Xiao Qiao with you." ”

"Hmm." Su Yue smiled, turned her head, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

When I returned to Kyoto, it was already past three or five o'clock, and it was time for afternoon tea.

Su Yue originally wanted to find Ming Ansheng, but unconsciously the car drove in the direction of Rongsheng.

Maybe it's because she thought she was coming to Su Yan today last night, and she has only seen him twice since she came back for a few days.

He was busier than Ming Ansheng every day, and she was worried that he would be overloaded.

"Miss Sue."

"Miss Sue."

Su Yue has been to the company a few times before, and the front desk of the company is all old people in the company, and they all know her when they see her, and they greet her one after another.

Su Yue smiled and nodded, and walked towards the elevator.

She stretched out her hand and pressed the elevator, and immediately the door of an elevator opened, she took Xiao Qiao, stepped into the elevator, and pressed down the floor.

In the blink of an eye, the elevator reached the floor, the door opened, she led Xiao Qiao to prepare to go out, and when she looked up, a beautiful woman dressed fashionably stood at the elevator entrance.

The woman is wearing a famous brand, and she is sprayed with expensive perfume, although Su Yue doesn't like to pursue luxury goods, but she likes to pay attention, so she can still recognize it.

But what is more familiar to her is not the limited edition of the big brand worn by the woman, but her face.

(Brother Yang will go to the exam tomorrow, vote for some monthly tickets, encourage Brother Yang, obediently click to read the next chapter, vote, Moda...... ）

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