Chapter 8

Shen Qingqing took it over and found that the kitten just looked big, but in fact its hair was not heavy. She stroked it gently with her hand and said in a soft voice, "it's really cute. However, some people on the plane may be allergic to the cat's hair."

Cold words Mo Wen Yan, eye flash a bit lost, flat flat mouth, appearance is very sad to say: "that Abramovich how to do, I can't do without Abramovich!"

"Listen to aunts, they don't mean you to abandon it." Shen Qingqing rubbed the soft top of his hair and said, "instead, he consigned it. When you get off the plane, Abu will arrive, just separated for a few hours. Is that ok?"

The voice falls to the ground, the cold words Mo some don't understand, nodded, but the bottom of the eye that wipe stubborn and angry already melt open.

Lengyanmo's smart big eyes blinked. His eyelashes flickered like two small fans. It seemed that he thought about it seriously and sealed his conclusion: "well, let them protect Abramovich."

He looked at Shen Qingqing, tone inexplicably soft down, slowly said.

One side of the stewardess see this, are relieved, grateful to look at Shen Qingqing, the pet cat over.

Shen Qingqing compared his thumbs with his cold words, which meant that he was quack. His small mouth, which he was holding, immediately pursed shyly.

She helped lengyanmo finish the pet check-in procedure, and was about to ask the name of the steamed stuffed bun. Lin Zihan looked at the watch on his wrist and reminded him, "Qingqing, it's time for us to get on the plane."

This time, Shen Qingqing responds and takes out her certificate to go through the formalities with Lin Zihan.

At this time, looking at Shen Qingqing's cold words, Mo suddenly heard a low and magnetic voice, "Mo mo."

As soon as the voice rang out, Mo immediately carried his hand subconsciously, shrunk his shoulders and looked at the tall man coming towards him.

The man's height is slender and straight, wearing a stiff long windbreaker, and the collar standing up sets off the angular features.

"What are you doing here? Why don't you check in? Don't you want to go home?" Cold Shaoheng see his son is still blocked in the gate, Yingting eyebrows frown up, slightly serious asked.

A pair of short hands of Leng Yanmo twisted in his pocket, flattened his mouth, explained the matter to Leng Shaoheng, and pointed to the slender figure in front of him.

"That's what happened. I thought they wouldn't let Abramovich get on the plane. Fortunately, that Aunt helped me just now." Lengyanmo pulls Leng Shaoheng's big palm, and his voice is louder.

When Leng Shaoheng heard the words, he couldn't help looking in the direction of lengyanmo. He saw a thin figure gradually blurred. But he didn't know why, his heart sank inexplicably.

Six years ago that night, he probably can't remember clearly, but this figure, inexplicably, coincides with the figure in his memory...

for a moment, his heart is full of surprise and hesitation, Leng Shaoheng's eyes can't help but stagnate, and his hand moves pause.

Lengyanmo saw this and shook lengshaoheng's hand, "Dad?"

Now he came back to his senses, and the surprise and strangeness in his eyes were hidden. Instead, he was as cool as ever.

"Let's go." His thin lips light open, lead the cold words Mo to walk toward the front.

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