Unfamiliar and foreign faces, complicated and difficult-to-speak various languages, intersect in this world, making people suddenly feel a deep sense of separation.
Yao Xiaojing didn't like the farewell atmosphere at the airport, so she chose to say goodbye to her teachers and friends at MIT. Qin Zhelang, a handsome man in a white shirt and black pants, drove her to the airport and escorted her all the way, avoiding reporters like flies.
After tracking, I successfully arrived at the security checkpoint of the VIP room.
Many people's attention is still focused on them.
Being too outstanding and perfect is also a mistake. Otherwise, why would Westerners who advocate nature as beauty stay with such stunning eyes for a long time on this pair of Oriental men and women?
Just as he was about to find something to say, the entrance to the VIP room was pushed open by someone.
"Zhe Lang----------Xiao Jing!!" He still had the same flustered expression, and his phoenix eyes similar to someone from Qin suddenly reflected the light of excitement because he found the target.
Yao Xiaojing touched Qin Zhelang, who had become silent and stiff, with her elbow, and raised her arm to the pot-bellied beauty with phoenix eyes: "Hi... Haruko, here!"
Fang Qingzi was not stupid enough not to see Qin Zhelang's unhappiness. She lowered her head and rubbed her face in front of the two of them, lowered her eyes, and muttered: "I thought I wouldn't see Xiaojing for a long time, so...
I just came...don't be angry, okay...I promise you, I will listen to you in the future."
"How did it come..." Qin Zhelang, who had never spoken, suddenly asked in a deep voice.
"Ah?...Ah, oh...I...I'm in a hurry...there's a traffic jam on the road...you know, Boston is like that." Looking around, he said, this is convenient.
Haruko's greatest skill...
Qin Zhelang stared at her deeply, then stepped forward and took the snow-white palm that she had quietly carried behind her back in his palm, and opened her fingers one by one.
"Zhelang... I... was wrong..." Fang Qingzi almost fainted when she saw the Porsche key lying quietly in her snow-white palm.
Qin Zhelang glared at her angrily, which frightened Fang Qingzi so much that she pressed her bulging belly and shuddered.
"Do you know you are going to give birth at any time!!! A pregnant woman driving a Porsche and racing on the airport expressway! When did my, Qin Zhelang, woman become so tough!" He was so angry...
This woman...
It's so damn worrying...
Bad girl!
"Pfft!! Hahaha...haha..." Yao Xiaojing couldn't hold it in anymore... She was defeated by the alternative couple in front of her...
Who would have thought.
Mr. Qin Zhelang, the founder of "Century Fantasy", which has been ranked as the world's best online game for seven consecutive years and a legend in the world's IT industry, is actually a stay-at-home man who likes to meddle in his wife's business...
"Did you install a monitor on me?" Fang Qingzi looked frustrated and felt that her stomach really hurt...
"Hahaha...haha..." Yao Xiaojing completely lost her previous image of an elegant and intellectual lady, holding her belly and laughing wildly... She hugged Fang Qingzi and said to Qin Zhelang: "Okay... okay...
Haruko, she has always been like this... It's not like you don't know that in public, you have to save some face for your wife."
Fang Qingzi echoed: "Yes...yes...what Xiaojing said makes sense..." After saying that, Qin Zhelang ignored her, lowered his head in frustration, and pulled Yao Xiaojing's sleeves to lengthen them.
Voice: "Xiao Jing----------"
The aggrieved voice, the deliberately exaggerated expression, the shining phoenix eyes...
Qin Zhelang was completely defeated by his bad girl...
"The last time, Fang Qingzi! If you make the same mistake again before my son is born, look at me..." Before he could finish his words, Fang Qingzi had already smiled brightly and raised his hands.
: "I promise!! Zhelang, I promise to listen to you in the future!"
Yao Xiaojing clicked her tongue twice and pushed the pregnant woman towards her protector with a look of disgust on her face.
"Go, go, go... Go, go, go... Hurry up and listen to him... I don't know who it is, but it's been talking to me behind my back all day..."
Fang Qingzi rushed forward, yelled and covered Yao Xiaojing's lips: "Don't say it!! Don't say it!!... Zhelang, it doesn't count... It doesn't count, you can rewind... turn back the time...
Go back! Don’t listen to Xiaojing’s nonsense!”
Qin Zhelang looked at his furious wife and Yao Xiaojing, who was about to be suffocated to death in her hands, and finally couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.
"Ahem..." He pressed his thin lips with his fist and coughed lightly to hide the smile that overflowed from his heart...
Enter the gate.
She still maintained the same state as she did every time she left, turning her back to her friends and relatives who were seeing her off, and raising her arms gracefully...
"Xiao Jing----Please come back often..." Fang Qingzi lay in Qin Zhelang's arms, feeling unbearable pain in her stomach and eyes... She called Xiao Jing's name and sincerely thanked her for these years.
Thanks to her success, we are lucky today..
She got the complete Qin Zhelang, and her dream as a girl finally turned from a fairy tale into a reality...
Qin Zhelang hugged his wife's shoulders, always with blessings and expectations in his eyes, as he bid farewell to the woman who was as important as Qingzi in his life...
It was she who made me understand that love can be so perfect.
A life in which friendship, love, family affection and responsibility can all be taken into consideration is the life he really wants to pursue.
Only blessings, endless blessings, can express his and Haruko's gratitude to her.
Such an outstanding woman, I wonder what kind of outstanding man can be worthy of her...
A blur of images flashed through my mind.
Is it him?
That heroic figure who suddenly appeared in military magazines, the young major who led his subordinates to create miracles one after another?!
Chen Mufeng.
He knew that Xiaojing had never forgotten him in her heart...