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Lance had known she was coming before she got out of the car and that she was leaving England tomorrow.

He didn't know much about the feelings in his heart.

The accident one year ago had damaged his vitality and took almost a year of rest to recover. However, he did not regret it at all.

As for Qing Er, he thought that she would forget about her for a year, but she didn't expect that her memory would be so clear.

As he watched her get out of the car, he didn't realize he was smiling.

Although it had only been a year, she seemed to have grown taller. It was as if she had already grown more than a meter.

When Qing Er ran towards the castle, he had already left the room.

Qing'er looked at Lance who was standing on the stairs like an angel, full of expectation.

Lance was really beautiful, just like a prince. If he had wings, then he would be more like an angel.

"Little thing, are you trying to get away with this?"

This was the first smile Qing'er had seen since she met Lance. She was a little stunned, as if she had really returned to the fairy tale world.

But she had grown up, and she knew she was not a princess in a fairy tale.

"I really want to, but my dad is waiting for me outside. Lance, I came to say goodbye to you. Tomorrow morning, I will go back to China with my dad."

This was the first time Qing'er felt like crying facing such a separation.

She was only a child, and in her limited years, even when separated from Mommy, she had never cried, but today she wanted to cry.

"We're finally going home. Congratulations, in the future …"

"Wu wu, I don't want to go home, I want to stay here with the Prince."

Qing'er cried and threw herself at Lance.

Fortunately, Lance was already at the bottom of the stairs, or he might have bumped into the stairs first.

"Little thing, haven't you always wanted to see your father and brother? Go home. "

Lance carried Qing Er, his chest felt stuffy as if he had just experienced a fierce battle.

"Lance, are you going to visit me in China?"

Qing'er hugged Lance's neck, crying on her shoulder.

Although she was four years old, she didn't have any friends the same age as her.

The only real friends were Joseph and Lance, who treated her very well and whom she liked very much.

"It might be possible, little thing. Don't make your dad wait too long. Go."

Lance saw Wen Yi Fei standing in the yard from the door and knew he was very nervous. He could see his clenched fist, as if he was ready to rush up at any moment.

"Well, will you send me tomorrow?"

After Qing'er finished speaking, she regretted it.

Lance couldn't bask in the sun, and although they were on an early morning train tomorrow, the sun would definitely be out by then.

"Sure, I'll take you to the airport tomorrow morning."

However, Lance readily agreed.

"It's better not to. There will definitely be a sun tomorrow. Let's say our goodbyes here."

Qing Er sniffed, and smacked on Lance's face.

Although Qing'er said she wouldn't let Lance see her off, Lance still came to see her off in the morning.

When Wen Yi Fei saw Lance, his face was filled with hostility. Especially when Qing'er kissed Lance.

"Lance, remember to miss me. When it's sunny, I'll come to London to see you."

When they entered the gate, Qing'er turned around and shouted at Lance.

There was a moment of silence at the airport. Everyone looked at Qing'er, then followed her gaze to Lance.

After boarding the plane, Qing'er hugged her dad and cried for a while, crying until Wen Yi Fei's jealousy became thicker.

"Qing Er, will he be more important than dad?"

Wen Yi Fei said in a sour tone.

"It's not the same, father's is father's, that's a prince."

Wen Yi Fei frowned and said with a headache.

"Baby, do you know what the prince means?"

"Of course, the prince and princess will live happily together."

Qing'er nodded her head vigorously. She liked the prince and loved being with him.

"Stupid daughter, that is a fairy tale, a lie. He is not a prince, your prince will be waiting for you somewhere."

Wen Yi Fei said while pinching his daughter's nose.

"No, when Qing'er grows up, she will marry the prince, and live a happy life like the princes and princesses in fairy tales."

Qing Er pulled Wen Yifei's hand in protest.

"No, he's not a prince, he's a demon, so, baby, listen to me, we'll forget about him when we get back."

Wen Yi Fei tried to coax his daughter.

"No! Qing'er wants the prince! Dad, you're so bad!"

Qing'er protested.

"Sigh, I really don't know how your mommy brought you around these past few years. She doesn't have any sense of right or wrong at all."

Wen Yi Fei complained.

The child was still young, so he didn't want to explain to the child how different vampires were from humans. Seeing that Qing'er was so stubborn, he didn't say anything more.

Anyway, he wouldn't let his little princess have anything to do with vampires.

Sure enough, after getting off the plane and seeing An An, Qing'er's little face turned sunny all of a sudden.

I never heard her mention a prince again.

Remembering that his daughter was four years old, Wen Yi Fei immediately registered for kindergarten.

But he did not know that not all children were suitable for Chinese kindergartens.

At first, Qing'er was looking forward to listening to her father's words about going to kindergarten. However, after coming to kindergarten, she became a tragedy.

In kindergarten, besides singing and playing games, it was like playing with a bunch of little brats.

These things were too unfamiliar to her. It wasn't that she wasn't in the same group as them, but that they were too far apart.

Originally, she wanted to speak with her father, but her brother told her not to, because even if she did, her father wouldn't listen.

Finally, when Mommy came back, Qing'er immediately cried to Mommy.

But Mommy's results still had to be read.

After all, children were meant to play, and she should go to see a lot of new friends.

Seeing that it was useless to protest, Qing'er started to think of ways to avoid it.

Originally, he thought that after Mommy came back, she wouldn't leave, but he didn't expect that she would leave after helping his brother celebrate his birthday.

After the family's wish to live a happy life was dashed, Qing'er's words became less and less.

Although she obediently went to kindergarten every day, she began to play tricks in kindergarten.

First, he used his computer to change the kindergarten website into a mess, and even drew a witch on it.

However, after playing for a few days, Qing'er realised that it was meaningless because no one knew that it was her who did it.

The sad life of the kindergarten passed with Qing'er's lamentations.

Mommy's concert was finally completed. Seeing that Mommy had promised not to leave, Qing'er became more obedient.

As long as the whole family was together, going to kindergarten and such a painful thing like this was still acceptable.

Qing'er was singing childish nursery rhymes in the kindergarten when her dad's assistant came to pick her up.

"Big brother, you're here too, are you bringing us out to play?"

Qing'er said expectantly.

"Idiot, do you think that's possible?"

The elder brother glanced at Qing'Er and said.

Having a talented little sister was very embarrassing, but luckily he wasn't that stupid. He still had something that was better than his little sister.

"Hey, brother, did you feel like you were living in the same age when you were in kindergarten?"

This was an idiom that Qing'er had just learned. She felt that it would be perfect to describe her kindergarten life.

"No, Uncle Huang, are you going to send us home?"

Anthea saw that they were heading home on the wrong route, so she immediately became alert and asked her father's assistant.

Only at Star King Entertainment did the two children learn that something had happened to their mother.

Early in the morning, after the driver had taken Aunt Wang out to buy some vegetables, the restaurant became quiet again.

Qing'Er and An An carried their travel bags and their credit cards and stealthily left the house.

"Big brother, should we leave something behind for father?"

Qing'er looked back at the house, her heart aching.

She wasn't running away. She was going to find Mommy with her brother, and on the phone, Joseph was hesitating.

Mommy was Joseph's savior, and Uncle Kyle liked Mommy so much, they wouldn't let Mommy die.

"I'm not staying, I'm worried if I leave dad behind. Just give Uncle a call before boarding and tell him that we're going to find Mommy."

An'an said confidently.

"Brother, are you sure your mother is still alive? I dreamt last night that my mother was covered in blood. "

Qing Er grabbed her brother's hand and felt uneasy.

"I believe that mother is still alive. You will soon be six years old and mother will not leave us."

Ann took Qing'er's hand and held it firmly. She was sure that six years ago, her mother had left because he was still young. Now that he had grown up, he would never let her leave again.

"Un, brother, I believe you. Let's go find Mommy. If Joseph dares to lie to me, I will beat him up."

Qing'er clenched her fist.

Her ideal life of happiness had just begun. She did not want to lose her mother.

Just like that, Qing'er and An An, the two half-grown children, boarded the plane and went to Italy.

They checked out the route, first to Palmery, Italy, then to Sicily.

But when he got to the Sicilian Islands, Anthea was stupefied. Luckily, Qing'er had come here when she was three years old.

Although her memory was blurry, but with the help of her computer network, Qing'er quickly found the headquarters of the Mafia.

It was only from here that they had to go in a speedboat. The two of them could neither navigate nor swim in the speedboat.

Although they didn't know how to fly fast boats, they found out that the Mafia had people coming and going between the islands every day, and they were using hovercraft.

After all, the two children were still naive and had never thought that there would be such a coincidence.

Fortunately, they had been here before. Although they almost died from the collision this time, the two of them still safely arrived at the headquarters of the mafia.

Qing'er didn't have much memory of the Mafia, except for Kyle and Joseph.

Fortunately, whether it was the white path or the black path, they were both used as a defense system through the internet.

Qing'er had successfully hacked into the headquarters of the Mafia.

After getting the line, the two of them went in.

After blowing up the wall, Qing'er and An An finally saw Mummy alive.

"Qing Er, An …"

Hearing the sound from outside, Wan'er rushed out and hugged the two children tightly in her embrace.

"Mommy, Qing'er misses you so much."

Qing'er threw the laptop away and hugged Wan tightly. Only An An was still looking at Kyle warily.

"It's alright, Mommy is fine. Foolish child, how can you all come by yourselves?"

Little Wan's tears blurred her vision, and at that moment, she felt that the greatest achievement of her life was to have children.

"Kyle, can I talk to the children alone?"

Little Wan looked up at Kyle and pleaded.

Kyle nodded and left.

"An'an, Qing'er, how is your father?"

Little Wan pulled the two kids and sat down.

"Not so good, dad got killed by that woman."

Qing'er pouted.

Hearing this, Wan'er's face turned red. Something had happened to Wen Yi Fei. She wanted to go back, she wanted to go back.

"Qing'er, did you know that when you arrived?"

Wan'er felt waves of pain in her heart.

She should have thought of a way to call back, so that Iphi wouldn't be so impulsive.

"Mommy, we sneaked out, but we called uncle before we got on the plane. Daddy should know."

An'an didn't dare to look at Little Wan, only Qing Er whispered.

"Mommy knows. You guys sit down first, I'll go talk to Kyle."

Little Wan was a little angry.

She was sure that Winfield had called, and Kyle had said nothing to her.

"Am I not here? Little Wan, don't be so angry.

Wan was about to go find Kyle when she saw him come in with a cup of coffee.

"Has Wen Yi Fei called?"

She glared at Kyle. If it wasn't for the fact that they were friends, she would've scolded him without restraint.