As soon as "Mommy" opened the door, Xichen rushed in immediately, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any trace of Mommy, and he felt bad.
Immediately, he came to the closet again, opened it, and found that it was empty.
Leng Chenfeng walked in later and saw that the entire room had been tidied up and the closet was empty. Needless to say, he knew that Su Ziqi, a woman, had already packed her luggage and left alone.
The only thing that puzzled Xi Chen was that he was always guarding the door. How did his mother leave? Could it be when he went back to the room to find his father?
But this period of time was so short, and Mommy just picked up her luggage and left. Isn’t it too fast?
"Daddy, go find mommy quickly. She is alone, and I'm afraid she will meet bad people." Turning around, Xichen came to Leng Chenfeng's side, pulling Leng Chenfeng's clothes.
I kept shouting, hoping that Daddy would rush to the airport to pick up Mommy.
Leng Chenfeng stood quietly in the room, indifferent, with no intention of taking action.
Zhou Yu, who was on the side, came to him, hugged Xi Chen, and said softly, "Don't bother your daddy. He has his own sense of proportion. Let's go out first."
"But..." Xichen looked at his father's unchanging expression. He was a little helpless and even doubted whether his father really loved his mother!
If Daddy had never loved Mommy, Daddy would not have ordered the search for the missing Mommy for half a year. Alas, he is still a child and does not understand the adult world at all.
Finally, he turned around and followed Zhou Yu out of the room, leaving the space for his father.
When Xichen returned to the room, he thought that Zhou Yu was often by his father's side, and he might know a little bit about why mommy left in a rage. So, he stopped, looked up at Zhou Yu, and asked.
"Uncle Zhou Yu, do you know why mommy left without saying goodbye?"
"Boy, don't forget that I came back at the same time as you. How could I know what happened during our absence?" Zhou Yu smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed Xichen's little head.
Xichen also withdrew his eyes and silently returned to the room where he lived with his father, feeling a little entangled.
The next day, Su Ziqi returned to Yang Zinsong's place, put her luggage in the living room, and got angry at the maid. "I don't want to eat today, so don't come up and disturb me if you have nothing to do."
When Yang Zinsong learned that Su Ziqi had come back and left the company, he returned home immediately, came to her door, knocked on the door, and asked kindly, "Ziqi, why are you in a bad mood? Is it this?
What happened when we went on a trip last time? You tell me, and the foreign minister will help you make the decision."
Su Ziqi just lay down, closed her eyes and pieced together the fragmented memories. When she heard the voice, she sat up. No matter how angry she was, she could not vent her anger on her grandfather.
After getting out of bed and opening the door, Su Ziqi flattened her mouth, hugged Yang Zinsong's arm aggrievedly, and said willfully. "Grandpa, I don't like Ye Ming at all. Can you stop asking him to come to me? I
I don’t want to see him at all now.”
Although all her memories have not come back yet, she doesn't want to see Leng Chenfeng at all now. When she sees him, she will think of the scene of her friend's tragic death in her memory, and the words she said before she died.
Or, she needs time to find more memories and understand them more clearly before she can face the past properly.