Wu Ping knew that he could not persuade him, so he took out the car key from his trouser pocket and put it in his hand.
Gu Chen stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, kept overtaking and running red lights, and finally arrived at the airport. He called Li Sen, but he was told that Zhu Meng had entered the gate half an hour ago.
Gu Chen weakly held up the phone, standing in the empty airport hall, watching the people coming and going with their luggage, but among so many people, there was no one he was looking for.
Following the fall of his arm, the mobile phone in his hand also fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of "àÌ".
"Sir, you dropped your phone." A kind person reminded him, but he didn't seem to hear it.
He walked dejectedly step by step to the big French windows, under which were many planes. Some have just landed, and some are about to take off. He didn't know which one Zhu Meng's plane was, but he just watched those planes taxi and take off one by one, and finally disappeared into the distant clouds.
The sky gradually darkened, and the lights in the airport hall were lit up one by one. The lights inside are too bright, and the plane outside can no longer be seen through the glass, only a thin person is photocopied on it.
Gu Chen turned around, walked out of the airport hall, opened the door mechanically, inserted the key, and started the car. Along the way, his mind was full of planes and the last "goodbye" that Zhu Meng said.
The green light at the intersection ahead just turned red, but Gu Chen didn't feel it at all, and let the car continue to drive forward.
After a harsh horn sound, he slammed his head against the car door next to him. When he was unconscious, he seemed to see Zhu Meng standing in front of him. She smiled, stroked him, and told him She has forgiven him.
"That's great." He murmured softly, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and then he fell into darkness for a while.
After nearly 12 hours of long flight, after several hours of confusion in Zhu Meng's mind, she finally couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep with her eyes closed. When he woke up again, the radio was already announcing that he was about to arrive in San Francisco.
The plane landed.
Depart in the afternoon and arrive in the afternoon. Half the earth, from one day to another, gives people the illusion that time has not passed.
Pulling a suitcase and walking among this group of blond people, Zhu Meng seemed to have returned to five years ago, but at that time there was a lot more hesitation than now.
She boarded a taxi with ease, communicated with the driver in fluent English, and then arrived at her home here.
Having not been back for nearly half a year, Zhu Meng's yard, looking at the dead roses and the lifeless house, felt a kind of desolate loneliness.
"Hey! Melinda!"
Zhu Meng turned her head, and Mrs. Duncan, who was opposite, was sticking her head out of the window in the hallway.
"Hi, ms. duncon." Zhu Meng also waved at her.
"Melinda!" Accompanied by a crisp shout, a small body flew out from the opposite room, and threw herself heavily into Zhu Meng's arms, causing her to take half a step back.
"Charles." Zhu Meng smiled, took Charles into her arms, and kissed his chubby cheek.
Charles is already three years old this year, and he was just born when Zhu Meng moved here. The Duncan family has always given a lot of help to the Chinese girl who lives alone across the street, and Zhu Meng also often runs to Duncan's house. I don't know why, Charles has been very clingy to her since he was a child. Not only is he not afraid of life, but he often smears her face with snot and saliva. And Zhu Meng is also full of affection for this beautiful child with blond hair and blue eyes.
Dissatisfied, Charles fixed Zhu Meng's face with his hands, and kissed her lips several times, which made her drool.
"Melinda, I miss you so much!" Charles wrapped his arms around Zhu Meng's neck, rubbing his face against her side in a coquettish manner.
"I miss you very much too." Zhu Meng's heart was about to be melted by him, and he spoke softly.
"Then you've been away for so long!" Charles looked at her reproachfully, his small face was puffed up like a bun.
Zhu Meng couldn't hold back and stretched out her hand to squeeze it lightly. The smooth and tender touch made her feel more happy.
"Aren't you back now?" Zhu Meng said with a smile.
"Oh, melinda, you're back!" Mrs. Duncan also came over, smiling at the interaction between Zhu Meng and Charles, "Charles has been nagging about you since you left, and if you don't come back, I'll be listening Callouses!"
"Hmph! Who made melinda break her promise, she said she would be my bride!" Charles said angrily.
"Charles! melinda is your aunt! Aunt! "Ms. Duncan would go crazy every time she heard Charles say that. Why is her son so precocious!
"That's not it!" Charles hugged Zhu Meng even tighter, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch her away, "Melinda said that when I grow up, she will be my bride!"
"Yes, when Charles grows up, I will be your bride." Zhu Meng followed his words. Tong Yan Wuji, besides, it seems that she took advantage of it even more.
Mrs. Duncan just laughed helplessly. When she saw the suitcase at Zhu Meng's feet, she remembered that Zhu Meng hadn't had time to enter the house yet.
"Oh, it's all Charles's fault. I've delayed you for so long. Hurry up and take your luggage back to the room." Mrs. Duncan smiled at Zhu Meng apologetically, and then taught Charles: "Charles, come here, let melinda go back and pack things first good."
Charles reluctantly climbed from Zhu Meng's arms to Mrs. Duncan's side, took Zhu Meng's hand and forced her to promise: "Melinda, you must come to our house to find me after you pack up later!"
"Definitely." Zhu Meng smiled and kissed him again, before he let go of her hand, and Mrs. Duncan carried her back home.
Zhu Meng took out the key and opened the door. As soon as she entered the room, she was choked by the dust in the air and coughed. She waved her hand vigorously in front of her, covered her mouth and nose with a tissue, and carried her luggage into the bedroom.
Before she left, she covered all the furniture in the house with white cloth, and when she came back, the white cloth also turned black. She covered her mouth with one hand and carefully uncovered the white cloth, dragged it out and threw it on the aisle, found the sheets and quilts from the cabinet, made the bed and then cleaned the room. Hour.
The downstairs doorbell was ringing, Zhu Meng went down and opened the door, Charles stood at the door, saw Zhu Meng tiptoed to ask her to hug again. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com