Chapter 8.12: Send the fate over

"Fate?" She whispered the name. Suddenly, my head hurt.

She shook her head, and all she could do was feel a buzzing buzz in her head, like a bee sting in it.

Chen Jiahang took her hand, saw that her expression was wrong, and nervously wrote on the paper: "Yan Yan." Who is Fate? ”

He Xiyan shook his head and shook his head vigorously, "I don't know." ”

She just felt that the name hurt her head so much.

Outside the door, Mo Yixuan had already walked away, but at this time he took out his mobile phone and was anxiously calling someone.

"Hey, sir......" replied to Wu Xiaomin, who was far away in Night City.

"Send me the fate to Mingcheng, and come over today." As soon as the phone rang, Mo Yixuan commanded eagerly.

On the other end, Wu Xiaomin was obviously stunned, and didn't reply for a long time, what did she do, how could she hear it inexplicably.

"Sir, it's Chinese New Year's Eve in two days, won't you come back?" Wu Xiaomin replied in surprise, answering the question.

Mo Yixuan, "I'll ask you to send fate to Mingcheng." Do you have a problem with your ears? ”

Mo Yixuan said irritably into the phone, he didn't want to say the same thing a second time.

Wu Xiaomin was so frightened that he didn't dare to ask any more extra questions, so he could only reply, "Okay, sir, but I don't know if the ticket can be booked, and it's the end of the year." ”

"You can find a way, ten times the reimbursement, and do it yourself." Mo Yixuan said coldly, and hung up the phone after speaking.

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The next day, in Night City, Yuan Yuan was carried on the plane by Wu Xiaomin, accompanied by Uncle Yang, the bodyguard his father invited him.

Yuan Yuan was wearing a blue denim jacket, a peaked cap, and a small schoolbag, which was the water cup he carried with him, as well as a picture book, a paintbrush, and a few fairy tale books.

When he came to the plane, he still looked surprised and kept asking Wu Xiaomin questions.

"Auntie, where are we going?" Yuan Yuan didn't know how he was brought here.

"Mingcheng!" Wu Xiaomin replied with a smile and touched Yuanyuan's little head melon seeds.

"Where is Mingcheng?"

Yuan Yuan touched the brim of his hat and looked at Wu Xiaomin, his round eyes full of doubts.

"Far away, huh...... It's more than two thousand kilometers, and your dad is there. ”

"Then why is Daddy there? It's going to be the New Year, and fate wants to celebrate the New Year with grandma and Ye Ye. Yuan Yuan said with some displeasure, he didn't want to go to that far place. Daddy should have come back.

Wu Xiaomin was speechless, and shook her head at Yuanyuan, she didn't know either.

The plane arrived at Mingcheng Airport on time at two o'clock in the afternoon, and after arriving at the airport, Yuan Yuan was picked up by his father Mo Yixuan.

Yuan Yuan looked at this strange city, he was not familiar with it at all, and he couldn't even understand what some people here said.

He was taken into a big supermarket by his father, and saw his father frantically buying things, eating, using, wearing, everything, and buying a lot.

After buying it, he got into the car with his father, and the car drove to a place that seemed to him to be remote.

On both sides of the road, there were either mountains or trees, not a single house was in sight, and the road was winding, and the car was turning left and right. Even though he was wearing a seat belt, he still felt so scared that he kept clutching the seat.

When driving to a dangerous road, Yuan Yuan shrank his neck in fear, for fear that the car would roll over to the cliff below.