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Chapter 672 Young Master Shen Meets Little Meatball Again

Could it be a coincidence?

But in the world, how could there be such a coincidence?
A little brat who is not as tall as his waist can draw Jiang Xiaonuan with just one stroke?

"Go and get the painting back!" Shen Lingye said in a deep voice after thinking quickly.

Zhang Rui: "...Mr. Shen, the painting has been thrown into the trash by you—hiss!"

Before Zhang Rui finished speaking, Shen Lingye gave him a cold stare, and hurriedly fell silent. He raised his hand to express his surrender, so he had no choice but to dig out the trash can in desperation.

Shen Lingye is a conspiracy theorist.

He carefully recalled what happened that evening.

Found suspicious.

Why did a little meatball come out of my room?

However, this little meat ball was drawn casually, and Jiang Xiaonuan was drawn.

If these two things are viewed separately, it may be accidental.

For example: the little meatball rolled into his room by accident.

Another example: this painting just happens to be a bit like Jiang Xiaonuan.

But what if the two bump into each other by accident?

Then it became inevitable.

Who arranged such a game?

What is the purpose?
Shen Lingye thought hard and felt that his IQ was not enough.

He passed the security check all the way with a lot of thoughts, and suddenly heard a sentence.

"Mia, hurry up and catch up!"

Mia?

Mia? !
Shen Lingye raised his head suddenly, and followed the sound, he saw the middle-aged man and woman he met in the corridor earlier today, and that little meatball!

The balls on the little meatball's head have been combed again, and a new small dress has been changed on her body. She is very white, with big eyes and long eyelashes. She was originally a smart and beautiful girl, but unfortunately her congenital deficiency and her eyes are dull, so Can only take the cute route, the whole looks silly.

However, according to Shen Lingye's brief contact with her, this little meat ball must be not stupid, and his IQ is probably not low.

Mia didn't look up when she heard the middle-aged man's words, but just walked forward silently.

Shen Lingye couldn't help but curse in her heart: Why is it such a coincidence?
Met again?

Is it a coincidence?
Or a conspiracy?

Shen Lingye quietly followed a few people through the security check, and then, he handed the briefcase and boarding pass to Zhang Rui.

"You go to the boarding gate first, I'll be there in a while."

After Shen Lingye finished speaking, he ignored the confused Zhang Rui and followed the little meatball secretly.

The two middle-aged men are both white-haired and blue-eyed, and they speak American English, obviously they are all Americans.

But the little girl has black hair and black eyes, obviously Asian.

The eyes of the middle-aged men and women looking at the little meat ball are not friendly, and they should not be related to each other.

The more Shen Lingye thought about it, the more he felt strange, and followed several people to the boarding gate, where middle-aged men, women and children sat down on the seats one by one.

It's just that the little girl didn't sit next to them, but walked to a row of seats a little further away, picked a place where no one was around, and sat down alone.

Middle-aged men and women saw it and didn't stop it, but occasionally raised their eyes to make sure the child was still there.

Shen Lingye stood in the distance watching silently for a while, then walked to the opposite side of the girl calmly, and sat down on the seat opposite her.

His back was facing the middle-aged men and women, so the two of them didn't feel anything wrong, thinking that Shen Lingye was also an ordinary passenger waiting for the plane.

After sitting opposite the girl, Shen Lingye didn't rush to speak. He sat there, staring at the little meat ball in front of him for a moment, silently observing her every move.

(End of this chapter)