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Melinda was dressed in a long blue dress. The weak wind blew her golden hair into a mess. After the car came to a stop, Yang Zizi impatiently got off the car.

Melinda was standing by the private jet, smiling as she approached.

Without a word, she stepped forward and gave Melinda a big hug.

Melinda naturally knew how much emotion she had and how sensitive she was. She hugged her tightly and patted her thin back.

"Zi Zi, I've already arranged your work. We only need your email. You're not the same now. You have to protect yourself when you get back to the country." Melinda leaned over and whispered into her ear, telling her many things. She knew that this business wasn't easy, especially for people who had become famous overnight. It was unknown how many rumors and rumors awaited her in the future.

Zi Zi couldn't believe her. It turned out that one day, Melinda had also said these words to her. She had only seen the things Melinda had said on television before. As for the truth, she felt a little scared, but … She turned her head to look at the smoking Han Yuxuan on the other side, and her handsome back stood in the wind. However, she still nodded her head muddle-headedly and said, "Okay!"

Melinda saw the bashfulness on her face, and she looked in her direction. That beloved of God, that mesmerizing man, that handsome face. She suddenly realized that what she had said to Zi Zi just now was obviously unnecessary because with Han Yuxuan around, how could she bear anything that she didn't need to endure?

"Melinda, I haven't seen your daughter this time. Next time you want to go to China, you must let me see your daughter." Zizi let go of her and took her hand like a sister. She could only watch as Meilin reached China because from the looks of it, Han Yuxuan would probably not come to Paris again even if he were to die.

Melinda's expression did not look good, and her eyes seemed to have emptied for a few seconds. It was unknown what she was thinking about.

During this period of time, she didn't have much free time to talk about her family matters with Melinda, and Melinda never mentioned her family matters to anyone, so she didn't dare to ask. She only heard from others that Melinda had a daughter that was about her age.

After thinking for a few seconds, he indifferently replied, "Okay!"

Although Melinda was already old enough to be a mother to her, Yang Zizi always felt that she was a sister to Melinda, and Melinda was a stern and corrupt older sister at the same time. He held Melinda's hand as if there was something he couldn't finish.

Han Yuxuan gracefully walked over from the other side and directly passed her to communicate with Melinda.

"Lady Melinda, I'm really sorry. We should leave now …" He stood beside her, seemingly in consultation, but his words were unquestionable.

Melinda nodded and let go of her hand. She waved her hand, signaling for her to go, and her eyes turned red.

Han Yuxuan held her by the waist and walked towards the private jet. The moment she turned around, she burst into tears. When she left, she realized how reluctant she was to part with her. Melinda looked at their backs as her thoughts raced. The only person who could understand her was also about to leave.

After she got on the plane, she sat by the window. Her whole face was against the glass, and her tears had already been glued to the glass, causing her to be unable to see anything clearly. She just watched as Melinda disappeared from her sight bit by bit, never to be seen again!

During the flight, Yang Zizi didn't want to say a single word. He lowered his head and leaned against the window, crying.

Han Yuxuan, who was sitting next to her, couldn't help but feel itchy. Seeing her crying, he also wanted to hug her, but he couldn't help but think of Lu Yan Shao's anger.

Yang Zizi's head began to ache after flying for so long. He leaned against the back of the chair with his eyes closed, maintaining this posture until the plane landed safely in China.

She opened her eyes and looked outside. It was a familiar place that she had not seen for a long time. He just stared at them blankly, with no intention of getting off the plane.

Han Yuxuan looked at her and reminded her, "We're here!" She followed him off the plane. Of course, she didn't have to worry about everything in the country like she did in Paris. As soon as she landed, a car came to pick them up, and she didn't even have time to take a few steps on her own.

Actually, she wanted to slowly walk back. After all, it had been a long time since she had returned to this land, but Han Yuxuan seemed to be accustomed to this life. Moreover, if she went to beg him now, she couldn't say it.

In the car, he sat very close to her, and he felt that both their auras were coalesced together. Perhaps it was because she was in the cabin on the plane and felt sad about leaving, but she still had some tears in her eyes. She closed her eyes and wanted to take a nap, but somehow she fell asleep, sleeping very late.

How could she have fallen asleep? The clock on the wall pointed to ten o'clock at night. She remembered that she was in the car. Yang Zizi scratched his head in annoyance! She looked down and saw that she was wearing pajamas. Who had worn them for her? Was it him?

Yang Zizi got off the bed, got up, and walked to the wardrobe to grab his clothes to put on. She opened the wardrobe to find her clothes quietly hanging there, side by side with his clothes! Those familiar, once mottled, sweet memories came back, just like yesterday's.

He still had her clothes! Yang Zizi's tears couldn't stop flowing down her face. She had already lost count of how many times she had cried because of this hard-won relationship.

She remembered that she had told him to hang their clothes together so that it would be happy to open the closet as if we were together all the time. So from then on, half of her clothes and half of his clothes were in the closet! Unexpectedly, after so long. He still hadn't thrown her clothes away. He had moved her so much that even by accident she could have discovered it.

Yang Zizi closed the cabinet door and walked downstairs.

When he reached the corner, he saw Han Yuxuan eating instant noodles on the tea table. Perhaps it was because the sound from her corridor was too soft, but he didn't notice it.

Yang Zizi wiped away the remaining tears at the corner of his eyes and walked down.

When Han Yuxuan heard this, he looked up and saw Yang Zizi coming down. When he saw her eyes, he dodged and avoided her gaze.