Lin Jing raised his head and looked over, then froze.
It's Chen Jing.
He held one hand on the fixed glass on the other side, leaned half of his body out of the window, stretched his neck to look at her and reminded her with a smile: "Little sister, you are lost, this is not your home."
Lin Jing: "..."
Little sister?
Lin Jing had a lump in his throat, looked down at his chest, and then raised his head again to look at Chen Jing.
When Chen Jing saw that she not only didn't leave, she also looked at him and her.
The two looked at each other for about ten seconds before Chen Jing understood: "...illegitimate meal?"
Lin Jing: "..."
Illegitimately your mother...
The curse words came to his lips, but before Lin Jing could spit them out, his cell phone rang.
She lowered her head and looked at the caller ID. It was from a public welfare organization. She glared at Chen Jing fiercely, turned her back, dragged her suitcase, and walked to the roadside opposite the villa to answer the phone.
The caller was a person in charge of the public welfare side: "Lin Jing, the person who didn't leave his name, only left his phone number, ending in 25, he sponsored several poor students before, and they did well in the high school entrance examination, give it to him
He made a handmade gift and wants to entrust us to deliver it to him. Aren't you always responsible for communicating with him? Can you please contact him and ask for his address?"
Lin Jing knew Shengcheng's phone number after he failed the college entrance examination for the first time.
That phone number remained in her address book until she received the admission notice from Peking University a year later. After successfully landing, she entered the university and joined a charity organization as a volunteer at Jiang Wan's suggestion.
I saw a familiar phone number on the list.
It was she who took the initiative to answer the phone number.
During this year, except for charity matters, she had not called Shengcheng for anything else.
During this year, she contacted Shengcheng many times, but every time she contacted her, she was more or less excited and nervous.
After hanging up the call from the person in charge, Lin Jing swallowed, took a deep breath, and dialed Shengcheng's phone number.
The moment the signal was connected, as the colorful ringtone came from Lin Jing's mobile phone, a pleasant ringtone sounded behind her.
Lin Jing was startled by this coincidence, thinking that as soon as she made a phone call, the bell rang behind her, and those who didn't know thought that the grand event was behind her...
Chen Jing's figure suddenly sounded: "Kang Zai."
Lin Jing's hand shook and he turned around subconsciously.
Sheng Sheng, wearing a black mask and carrying a big bag in her hand, stood in front of the door where she had just entered the doorbell and was looking for her cell phone from her pocket.
Lin Jing: "!!"
What a coincidence.
The grand occasion was really behind her.
The moment Sheng Sheng answered the call, Lin Jing took the phone from his ear and hung up without thinking.
Chen Jing opened the door from the inside: "Whose phone number is it?"
Sheng Kuang stuffed his phone back into his pocket: "I don't know."
He walked in grandly and was about to walk in when he saw Chen Jing standing at the door, holding the door and staring at the opposite side intently. He paused and turned his head. Just as he was about to ask Chen Jing what he was doing, out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the person on the other side of the road.
people.
A rather small girl, wearing a pleated skirt, white sneakers, and socks of the same color as her top. Her legs were thin and straight, and the white reflected the light in the summer sun.
Sheng Cheng's eyes moved upward and fell on Lin Jing's mask-wearing face.
The mask looked a little familiar, and the Pikachu printed on it seemed familiar.
In the midst of the grand occasion, he was thinking about where he had seen that mask before. Chen Jing next to him suddenly exclaimed as if he had a sudden realization: "I remembered, I know who she is."
"Kang Zai, little black fan!"
"When she was in the finals, she wanted to be your mother's little fan."
Lin Jing: "..."
Illegitimate meal, little black fan...
For a moment, Lin Jing wanted to hit Chen Jing on the head with the cell phone he was holding.
The little fan was quite impressed by the grand occasion, so she slowly said "Huh" and her eyes fell from Lin Jing's face to the large suitcase beside her legs.
Seeing that both people had entered the villa, Lin Jing dug out the chat history, confirmed the house number again, then dragged the big box across the road and came to the two people: "Excuse me, this is c-1-2
?"
Sheng Kuang was carrying something and looking at Lin Jing, who was a head shorter than him, through the door with his eyelids lowered, "Yes."
Lin Jing: "Then how did you two enter this villa?"
Chen Jing was amused by Lin Jing's words: "I didn't crawl in anyway."
Lin Jing glanced at Chen Jing: "What I mean is, did you have the permission of the owner of the villa to enter this villa?"
Chen Jing was completely happy. He smiled happily and bumped Sheng Cheng's arm: "Master, did you have the permission of the owner of the villa before you entered this villa?"
Lord, master...
When Lin Jing heard this title, he paused for two seconds, stiffened his neck and looked at Shengcheng: "...Isn't this Aunt Qin Yao's home?"
Pageant: "Yes."
Lin Jing: "Then..."
Grand occasion: "Aunt Qin Yao is my mother."
Lin Jing: "The password of the villa..."
Shengcheng: "I changed it."
Lin Jing: "..."
Sheng Kuang lowered his eyelids and looked at the speechless little girl. After two seconds, he asked, "How do you know Aunt Qin Yao?"
Why does he keep imitating her and calling her Aunt Qin Yao?
Lin Jing trembled the corners of his lips, pulled out WeChat, and played Qin Yao's voice in the group chat to Sheng Jing.
Familiar voice, familiar tone.
Hearing the grand occasion made his head hurt. Before Lin Jing finished speaking, he raised his eyelids and asked: "So, you want to live here?"
Lin Jing doesn't have to live here. It was because no one lived here before, but now her biological son has come to live here. Of course she doesn't need to live here.
What's more, her biological son doesn't seem to particularly welcome her to live there...
Lin Jing shook his head knowingly: "I don't have to live here."
Shengcheng: "No, you can live here."
Chen Jing opened his eyes wide and turned to look at Sheng Kuang: "Kang Zai?!"
Sheng Kuang ignored Chen Jing and looked at Lin Jing with his head slightly lowered: "I have to live here."