Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 31 Airport
"Xiaoye, it's time to enter the gate." He stretched out his hand to pull Song Xiaoye's suitcase, and then looked at Song Xiaoye who was looking around. Although Song Haohua was smiling, there was an indescribable bitterness.

"Yes," agreed, and Song Xiaoye turned around.

It's time to go, the person she was waiting for might really not come...

"Song Xiaoye—"

The yelling in his ears made Song Xiaoye smile instantly.

Looking back, seeing the blond boy running out of breath, Song Xiaoye did not hide the joy in his eyes.

Going forward without hesitation, she looked at the boy, her nose felt a little sore for some reason, "I knew you would definitely come!"

Will frowned, "I won't come, lest you cry."

"Who would cry because of this!?" Song Xiaoye turned her head with a smile, looked at Song Haohua, and suddenly said, "Wait for me..."

Turning back to get the things, Song Xiaoye ran back to Will before she had time to talk to Song Haohua.

The tightly wrapped kraft paper, I can't tell what's inside, but it should be a frame or something...

"You won't do such a boring trick as sending photos?"

As soon as Will asked, Song Xiaoye laughed, "Won't you know after you take it apart?"

Taking a step forward, she hugged Will naturally, "Thank you for coming to see me off—otherwise, I'm so pitiful!"

With a heartbeat, Will raised his hand, wanting to pat Song Xiaoye on the back, but Song Xiaoye had already straightened up one step ahead.

"After I'm gone, you must go to see Alice more. Although I'm gone, someone will pay the hosting fee. But, I don't want to... Forget it, when you go to see Lightning, just help me look at it ..."

Turning her face away, Song Xiaoye quietly raised her head, blinking away the wetness in her eyes.

Looking at Song Xiaoye, who was forced to be free and easy, Will felt very sad.

"I, I - if I go back to New York, I will find you..."

"Well," Song Xiaoye nodded with a smile, stretched out her little finger, and when Will frowned, she still hooked his little finger with a smile.

"It's done! I have only one friend in Hong Kong—you can't forget me! Don't forget..."

It sounded like she was forcing, but Will could hear the unspeakable sourness in her cheerful-sounding voice.

He opened his mouth, he wanted to say something more, but Song Haohua at the other end was already urging Song Xiaoye to enter the gate.

Seeing that Song Xiaoye was still turning around and waving at him in front of the gate, Will felt unspeakably sad.

When he left his friends before and came to the unfamiliar Hong Kong, he also felt sad in his heart, but it was not like this now, as if someone had taken away a piece of his heart...

Sniffing, he randomly tore open the kraft paper in his hand, and couldn't help being stunned when he saw what was wrapped inside.

Song Xiaoye's gift was indeed a picture frame, but behind the glass was not Song Xiaoye's photo, but an oil painting.

In the painting, it is a teenager wearing a black leather jacket, straddling a black and silver locomotive diagonally.Behind, is the fiery sunset.

As the wind blows, the boy's blond hair exudes a rebellious personality, while his slightly squinted eyes are like a gorgeous leopard revealing a dangerous and charming wildness...

This is his portrait, not just a resemblance...

"This guy, I don't even know when she drew it..."

With a mutter, Will licked his lips, took out the phone and pulled it out.However, the only response to him was a soft but empty mechanical female voice.

Frowning, he subconsciously took two steps towards the gate.

Just as he was approaching the gate, someone suddenly grabbed him from behind, "Master Will, what are you doing?"

Being pulled staggeringly, Will turned his head, stared at the tall white man who grabbed him, and shouted directly: "Mark, you want to murder?!"

After being yelled at by Will, Mark became even more anxious, "Master Will, what are you doing at the airport? You can't go back to the United States!"

"Let go—" Will yelled angrily: "My passport is in your hands, how do you go back? Hijacking or smuggling?!"

Hearing Will's yelling, Mark heaved a sigh of relief and let go of his hands. He looked at Will and tried to comfort him gently, "Master Will, if you want to go back to the United States, you should..."

"You don't need to tell me, I know..." After glaring at Mark fiercely, Will turned around and wanted to leave the airport, but after looking at the portrait in his hand, he changed his mind.

After dialing the familiar number, Will gripped the phone tightly because of nervousness.

"Hey, Dad..."

As soon as the phone was connected, Will called out, but a gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone, "It's Will? My dear, it's our precious son..."

Immediately, the eyebrows were erected, and Will yelled loudly at the other end of the phone: "Damn! Who is your son? You? Damn, keep screaming..."

Before he could finish cursing, the voice on the other end of the phone had changed, "Will, son, you should learn how to respect people - you have learned, call back..."

"I'm going back to New York..." Hearing the beeping sound from the receiver, Will turned blue with anger, and dropped his phone to the ground...

Unaware of the episode that happened in the waiting hall, Song Xiaoye passed through the gate, walked through the aisle, stopped on the aisle of the terminal building, and looked at the planes on the apron outside through the large glass wall.

"Third brother, you don't actually need to accompany me to New York." Turning her head and looking at Song Haohua, she smiled slightly, "I can take care of myself."

"I know," Song Haohua replied lightly, just smiled and shrugged, "You just think it's me who wants to take care of myself."

Without another word, Song Xiaoye turned around, but was knocked to the ground by several people rushing from behind.

"Xiaoye..." Song Haohua stepped forward nervously, but Song Xiaoye had already waved his hand and got up by himself.

Looking at the three girls who hurried past without even apologizing, Song Xiaoye couldn't help frowning.

From the looks of it, she should be about the same age as her. How could she be so rude?

"It's too much..." Squeezing Song Xiaoye's hand, seeing a piece of skin on her elbow, Song Haohua became even more angry.

The middle-aged woman who walked by them just heard it, and answered immediately, "Isn't that right! I don't know which school it is from, so there is no tutor, my daughter will not look like this..."

"Forget it, didn't you hear it just now? They seem to be here to pick up some idols—girls these days are really amazing, just to meet their idols, they can sneak into the gate..."

"Isn't it a negligence at the security check? I don't know which idol's fans—with such fans, that star must be bad!"

As soon as the middle-aged woman finished speaking, someone yelled, "You're talking nonsense! Say it again and see..."

Trembling from being yelled at, the middle-aged woman turned her head, looked at the young woman who pointed at her, and scolded: "What are you crazy about! I said those fans, what's your business?"

Song Xiaoye has sharp eyes, and has already seen that this woman who looks like a white-collar worker in her 20s is wearing the same pink hat as the girl who bumped into her just now.

It was obvious that they were together, and it was very likely that this young woman was the eldest sister of the three girls.

Song Xiaoye was not very comfortable. I don't know if it was because Tian was hit, or because she was leaving Hong Kong. In short, looking at that young woman, she just didn't like it.

Pulling the middle-aged woman, Song Xiaoye laughed, "Miss, don't be so angry. We are discussing the matter. Think about it, if you are also injured by someone, will you be angry? Also , although this aunt's words are a bit offensive, it's not unreasonable. I sympathize with that star, because some fans who don't know the so-called ruined his reputation..."

"You," blushing, the young woman pointed at Song Xiaoye, but couldn't scold anything else, she just kept shouting: "What do you know? What do you know?"

"Yeah, I'm young, what do you know?" Squinting her eyes and smiling, Song Xiaoye didn't say anything else, and just helped the middle-aged woman go forward, "Auntie, are we going to catch a flight, or Don't waste your time..."

Staring at Song Xiaoye, the young woman was angry and resentful, "If I didn't think you were young, I wouldn't want to quarrel with you..." Her voice froze, she looked up at the man walking in front of her, and her eyes flickered unconsciously.

Although not as attractive as her family, such a handsome and temperamental man is rare.

Seeing the woman's nympho expression unconsciously, Song Haohua couldn't help frowning, "Miss, I hope you can take good care of your companion. Next time you hurt someone, you may not be so lucky..."

Huh? !

"You..." Pointing at Song Haohua, the woman was about to speak, but her eyes swept away, but suddenly her eyes lit up, she threw away Song Haohua and rushed over.

Feeling like being blown by the wind, Song Xiaoye frowned, and followed the young woman's back.

From the passage in front, a group of people are walking slowly.And the three girls who bumped into her before were also in that group.

However, although there were many people, at a glance, everyone's eyes fell on that man unconsciously.

Obviously, he was just wearing a set of ordinary white casual clothes, and his appearance of pushing a luggage cart with one hand looked very ordinary, but it happened that such a man in ordinary clothes attracted everyone's attention like a magnet.

People in front of and behind him seemed to be looking at him, and wherever his gaze fell, there was a commotion.

The women chasing him made moans and sighs from time to time.It seems that as long as he sees them, they are satisfied in this life.

This - which star is it?

Song Xiaoye frowned, and before she could speak, the middle-aged woman beside her had already shaken off her hand and rushed over.

"Wei Rong, Wei Rong, I like you so much!" screamed, the lung capacity of a middle-aged woman is no worse than that of any young girl in love.

In just one or two minutes, the people in front of and behind Song Xiaoye rushed in front of that man.Only the suitcases left behind.

"Liang Weirong!" Song Haohua, who was standing behind Song Xiaoye, said the man's name lightly, even if there was a strange feeling in his voice for some reason.

　I'm not at home today, so I'll post first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)