Jin Jiaojiao has always had an attitude of appreciating beauty. When she admired such a wonderful person from the bottom of her heart, she stared at Chu Zhiyan generously with a smile on her face.
Chu Zhiyan didn't pay attention to Jin Jiaojiao, she put all her thoughts on the familiar figure from the back, and an indescribable feeling emerged in her heart.
Finally, Jin Jiaojiao remembered. She felt a thunderbolt pass over her body, numb from the top of her hair to the bottom of her feet, only her heart beat into a rapid drumbeat. She subconsciously reached out and pulled Yang Heyu.
Yang Heyu's conversation with the security guard was interrupted by Jin Jiaojiao's pale and flustered face, and he followed her gaze to see Chu Zhiyan.
Chu Zhiyan guessed that Yang Heyu must also need time to adjust. She was glad that she saw his back first, so she had time to digest and adjust her emotions.
A smile as bright as the morning sun smeared on Chu Zhiyan's face, she took her son and walked forward, and came to Yang Heyu.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
In just four words, she felt that she had exhausted all her strength to say it, and finally said it lightly and tactfully, sad but not hurtful.
Ten years have passed, and he has matured, but his brows and eyes have maintained the look of his youth. She thinks he is indeed living a good life. Unlike her, although her appearance has not changed, her experience is engraved in her eyes.
Chu Zhiyan moved her gaze slightly, and looked at Jin Jiaojiao, but Jin Jiaojiao's condition was obviously worse than Yang Heyu's.
Chu Zhiyan stretched out his hand towards Jin Jiaojiao, and greeted him actively, "Hello."
Jin Jiaojiao stretched out her hand in fear, her palms were wet with sweat, so she could only shake Chu Zhiyan awkwardly in embarrassment.
At this time, Yang Heyu finally came back to his senses, and he took the initiative to introduce: "This is my lover, Jin Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao, this is Chu Zhiyan."
"I know." Jin Jiaojiao blurted out, then hurriedly stopped, a layer of cold sweat forming on her back.
Chu Zhiyan looked down at Hong Xinen, who was quite interested in exploring, and gave him a big smile, and introduced: "This is my son, his name is Xing Xing. Xing Xing, his name is uncle and aunt."
"Hello!" Hong Xinen walked over with his head tilted and grabbed Jin Jiaojiao, making Jin Jiaojiao lean down and put his face close to her. When Hong Xinen decided to do the same to Yang Heyu, Yang Heyu hugged him.
The child's butt was sitting in the crook of Yang Heyu's arms, and the two looked at each other. Yang Heyu carefully looked at this yellow-skinned child who vaguely resembled Chu Zhiyan, but his facial features didn't quite resemble her, and it took a long time before he smiled and said: "Uncle Yang didn't even have time to buy you a gift when we first met. I'll make it up for you next time, okay?"
Yang Heyu reached out and scratched the child's upturned nose, then kissed the child's chubby cheek.
This was his greatest emotional release, and then Yang Heyu put the child down and asked, "When did you come back?"
"The day before yesterday," Chu Zhiyan said, "I came back to inspect an investment project."
Yang Heyu nodded. He turned his head and glanced at Jin Jiaojiao, who had a bad complexion, and stretched his hand behind her to support her.
At this time, the security guard also stuck out his head, and he shouted: "Xiao Yang, I found it. The old man has gone to the Tianlun Nursing Home. Here, I will give you the address."
? Yang Heyu quickly responded. He took the note thrown by the security guard, looked at it and handed it to Chu Zhiyan, saying:
"Are you here to see Teacher Zhou? She doesn't live here anymore. Here, here's the address." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com