On the first anniversary of his mother's death, the child would surely return to that city.

Ning Wentao moved his lips, guilt appeared on his face, and he swallowed for a while: "That.... You go, I won't go. ”

"Hmm."

The young man was not surprised, it seemed that what the man said or did could not provoke half of his emotions: "Is there anything else?" If it's okay, I'll go. ”

The attitude is detached and polite, and it is a little colder than treating strangers.

The man's gaze fell on his blood-stained sleeves again, his eyes were dimly lit, and his voice was low: "Know, I have a lot of hope for you. You don't want to destroy your future. ”

Ning Zhixu hummed again, realizing that he had nothing to say, and after saying goodbye, he crossed over and left directly. Poor with few words.

Ning Wentao looked at the young man's distant back, and his face was full of mixed emotions.

He felt guilty about what happened back then, but if he could choose again, he would still make the same choice.

He never thought he was wrong.

Even if it's wrong.

also cultivated such a stubborn son.

I refuse to let go, I refuse to look forward.

*

*

Nanyi took a bus and then a taxi at the school gate.

Nan Yaoye's living expenses are too limited, and she uses love to raise money. Although she didn't know what gave these people the illusion that she was poor, she left the paper with 100 signatures and donations.

Tens of billions of dollars have always had clear grievances, and they are thinking about returning a suite as a thank you in the future.

The taxi arrived at the door of the hotel, and Nanyi followed the waiter in according to the private room number.

In the elegant private room, the woman was holding the teacup and sipping tea, and the little girl couldn't extricate herself again when she saw the beautiful things, and blurted out an 'idol'.

Su Qingpi smiled and didn't smile: "Baby, you should say hello to your 10 billion mother first." ”

"Mom, you're there too." The little girl's attitude is simply different.

Su Qing secretly rolled her eyes, took the bag from the seat next to her, and asked her to sit down.

Tens of billions of mothers and daughters sat side by side, opposite Wen Lan and her son who had not yet come.

For professional reasons, Wen Lan couldn't help but look at the little girl opposite. I have to say that Nanyi inherited all the advantages of Nan Yaoye and Su Qing's physiognomy. This face is also one of the best in the entertainment industry. The little girl is already like this before she is an adult, and if she is an adult, I am afraid that Nan Yaoye will be even more reluctant to let her into this circle.

It seems that he has been staring at people for too long, Wen Lan looked at the little girl's puzzled gaze and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Nanyi is really beautiful." ”

was praised by the leaders of the entertainment industry, but before Nanyi had time to be proud, her mother jumped out to stop her: "It's still a little worse than me." ”

Nanyi was unwilling to reply: "I'm young." ”

Su Qing refused to admit defeat: "I have enough charm." ”

.....

Seeing that the mother and daughter were seriously arguing about who was more beautiful, Wen Lan pinned a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful and dazzling facial features, and smiled on her red lips: "Your family relationship is so good." ”

Nanyi didn't ask Wen Lan's family out of curiosity.

She had read many of her interview magazines, and none of them mentioned her husband and son. I have been fanning her for so long, and I just learned from my mother in the morning that Wen Lan still has a son.

Eating a snack before the main meal, Nanyi listened to the conversation between the two women.

"Wen Lan, when is your son coming? Do you want me to ask the driver to pick me up? ”

Coming to South Italy alone by bus: .......

"No need, the driver has already gone" Not during working hours, Wen Lan does not have those edges, and her smile is a woman's soft elegance.

Looking at such a warm lan, Nanyi began to look forward to her son.

I couldn't help but cast my eyes on the door of the private room.