Chapter 8: There are still passengers who have not boarded the plane
At 1:40 in the afternoon, at the airport in City A, a mother and son attracted everyone's attention.
The mother looks like a flower, with a pointed chin, big bright eyes, fair skin and a small pink mouth. The expensive clothes all over her body make her look more noble. Look at the kid next to her, it looks like
He is about six or seven years old at most, wearing light-colored sportswear...
People couldn't help but sigh that at such a young age, his appearance was so charming.
But, where is his father?
Through the glass window, in the closed VIP room, Lin Weiyang and Qi Ming were sitting opposite each other, with some swear words in their mouths. Their calm expressions would not remind outsiders of the indecent content of their conversation.
"Italian men are handsome and quite romantic. Don't let anyone seduce you into bed." Qi Ming kept an innocent smile, but the words he spoke surprised him.
Faced with such teasing from her son, Lin Weiyang was not angry, but the evil smile at the corner of her mouth became thicker, "It's hard to say, maybe it will change one day at a time."
"Can you please clean yourself up a little bit?"
"cannot."
"If you had lived in ancient times, you would definitely be a famous prostitute in the capital."
"How can it be enough to be number one in the capital? I want to be number one in China..." Lin Weiyang said a classic sentence, looking at his son's displeased expression, it really made a lot of people's hearts.
Just when I was about to say more, the airport announcement suddenly sounded, "Passengers flying to Italy, please note..."
Lin Weiyang looked down and saw that at two fifteen, it was time to board the plane.
When she was with Qi Ming, Lin Weiyang always felt that time passed quickly, and her relatives were her relatives. The casualness and freedom of being together made her always enjoy it, and she couldn't let go, and she didn't want to let go.
"Let's go." Qi Ming didn't notice Lin Weiyang's distraction, pulled her arm and said impatiently.
She responded, turned her gaze away from her face, and walked towards the security checkpoint.
Every step seemed to go smoothly. After passing the security check, she turned around and Qi Ming leaned gracefully on the pillar, waving to her evilly and smiling...
Such a son reminded her of a person... They were so similar.
Oh~ They are all seeds of evil, just like Satan. She can’t imagine that when they fight side by side, will the world be reshuffled?…
Looking up, she saw a few floating clouds in the blue sky. The sun hit her face, making her feel extremely warm. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she stepped on the high-heeled shoes and boarded the plane to Italy.
…
When the watch on her wrist reached 3 o'clock, Lin Weiyang finally lost her temper and called the stewardess.
"Ms. Lin, how can I help you?" The stewardess had a sweet smile on her face and seemed to recognize Lin Weiyang.
"The flight was at 2:30, and now it's 3 o'clock."
Sometimes, the anger attached to declarative sentences is obviously more powerful than questions or exclamations. The stewardess standing in front of her still maintained a professional smile when facing the displeased Lin Weiyang, and slightly bent her waist thirty degrees, "That's it."
, there is another first-class passenger who did not board the flight. We are sorry for the inconvenience caused to you."
"First class passengers?"
"Yes, he is sitting next to you."
"Do you have his name?" Lin Weiyang asked casually, and the anger in his heart gradually faded with the stewardess's good attitude.
"Yes, Mr. Qi Haotian."
She felt the hand holding the newspaper tremble suddenly, and she felt the darkness in front of her eyes begin to swallow up the light, and slowly surround her.
"Ms. Lin, are you okay?"
"...I'm fine."
She covered her face with her hands, curled up her feet and buried them in her legs, feeling dizzy.