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Chapter 8 Encounter
Chapter 8 Encounter
Su Xiaomu looked for her son in a panic among the people coming and going, until the waiter came up, smiled and said to her: "Miss Su, your child has been found, please follow me." The endless red carpet in the banquet hall came to the other side of the lobby.

Suddenly, a figure of a man jumped into her sight, his body stopped moving due to uncertainty, he was standing two or three meters away from her, wearing a smoky gray suit, under the bright crystal lamp, he His expression was still cold.At that moment, she could only see him alone, and all the dusty emotions swept over him, both sweet and bitter.

Jing Yan.

How could it be him?Although she wanted to see him very much, she was never ready to see him again. Such a sudden encounter made her at a loss, and her brain temporarily lost the ability to think.

"Mom!" Su Yao saw her mother's figure sharply, forgot to argue, and ran towards her in a hurry, holding her already cold hand tightly, her black eyes staring back at the scene like a little fighter. Yan.

Jing Yan's eyes flicked over the hands of their mother and child, and then fell on Su Xiaomu again, staring at her with the corners of his lips tight, as if waiting for her to speak.

Su Yao naturally didn't understand the undercurrent of silence, and his stomach was growling with hunger, so he couldn't help complaining to Su Xiaomu: "Mom, that uncle picked up my necklace and didn't return it..."

Following his son's words, Su Xiaomu's face turned pale again when he lowered his eyes to see the snowflake necklace clutched in Jing Yan's hand.

Behind them is the entrance of the lobby, with the cold spring wind blowing in, her ankle-length skirt raised a circle, she felt a little cold, she tightened the shawl on her shoulders, and finally said one word at a time: "Hello, Mr. Jing, long time no see." The voice was so calm and calm that even she couldn't help applauding, in order to cover up the turmoil in her heart, she smiled calmly, as if the other party was just an ordinary friend whom she hadn't seen for many years.

"Well, long time no see." Jing Yan's eyes darkened, he stepped up to her and returned the necklace to her, raised his sharp eyebrows lightly, and said lightly: "The button of this necklace is broken."

The familiar breath blowing from his nose made Su Xiaomu a little dazed, as if time went back to the first time he and her met ten years ago, and his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, but it was still different after all, and he was a little more flustered at this time.

She tried her best to cool down her emotions, threw the necklace into the bag seemingly casually, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, if it breaks, it will break. If the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come."

Jing Yan narrowed his gaze abruptly, with the same expression as usual: "Of course, this is your freedom."

The atmosphere was a bit cold, they were neither like broken up lovers nor long-lost friends, it seemed that even ordinary greetings were learned from unknown sources.

"Mom, let's go. I'm very hungry." Su Yao's small voice broke the silence. In order to emphasize his thoughts, he even used repetitions.

Su Xiaomu couldn't help laughing, and stroked his hair: "Okay, let's go." Then he raised his eyes and met those cold eyes impartially, "Sorry, we have to leave first." The tone Couldn't be more polite.

She turned around calmly, and then heard him say in a clear tone: "Goodbye." She was startled, and the oppressive feeling that followed her could not dissipate until she got home.

After returning home, Su Yao ate noodles with soy sauce to his heart's content, and previewed tomorrow's lesson, and he didn't fall asleep until almost eleven o'clock.

And Su Xiaomu's strength can only be maintained until now, the weakness that she has deliberately hidden all the time poured out, and soon her face was wet like rain, she reached out her hand to wipe the tears in her palm, she smiled wryly, He always touched her emotions so easily, his calmness was like adding Ling Chi to her body, stabbing after stabbing, what he cared about was never her.

She faintly felt that the words "goodbye" meant something. Did he guess something?In fact, as long as you compare them carefully, you will find that Xiaoyao is just a miniature version of Jing Yan except that his eyes resemble his own.She hugged her knees on the sofa, thinking a little decadently, forget it, it would be futile to hide what he wanted to know, and there was no need to hide it.

The mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated, pulling back her complicated thoughts.

Seeing the familiar number, Su Xiaomu sniffed, trying to pretend nothing had happened: "Huh? Ziqi?"

"Are you crying?" Ling Ziqi restrained all impulses, his voice was slightly lower than usual, "Have you met that person?"

Su Xiaomu tightened her breathing, her expression obviously stagnated, and she was silent for a long time before she spoke very slowly: "So you knew he would appear there, so you specially arranged for me?" He always knew that she wanted to see Jing Yan but kept He hesitated, because she knew exactly what it meant to meet him, even if there were thousands of outcomes, none of them would be the one she expected.

"I inadvertently knew that he was invited. As for whether and when he will appear, and whether you can meet each other is out of my control. Looking at it now, your fate is really not shallow." He took out a small velvet box from his pocket, opened it lightly, and inside was a simple ring, "Actually, I may have made a wish on your birthday, do you want to know what it is?"

Su Xiaomu couldn't keep up with his jumpy topic, so she asked subconsciously, "What is it?"

He suddenly smiled: "It won't work if I tell you, anyway, it's not bad." He said that night that no matter what wish Su Xiaomu had, he would do his best to help her realize it.He squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. As the plane flew past his sight and flew into the distance, he murmured, "Su Xiaomu, I love you."

"What did you say?" Su Xiaomu didn't hear the latter sentence clearly.

"Don't say good things twice." Ling Ziqi kept laughing.

Feeling that he was weird, she couldn't help asking, "Where are you, why are you so noisy?"

"I'm at the airport, can I not make noise?"

Su Xiaomu suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Airport? Where are you going?"

Ling Ziqi took out the ring and put it back again. After several times, he calmly said: "Flying to Japan, you forgot, my study is not over yet."

"Then when will you come back, or go for a month?"

"I don't know for the time being. Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I'll get on the plane at some point. I'll call you when I get there." He didn't answer directly. Put the box on the window sill, enter the gate, and board the plane.

Su Xiaomu was stunned for a long time listening to the "beep beep" sound, and then slowly pressed the hang up button, as if she understood something, she had no sleep all night, and she was relieved until Ling Ziqi called in the morning to report that she was safe.

For a period of time, the days passed peacefully as usual until this day.

Su Xiaomu went to the school to hold a parent-teacher meeting, and when she returned to the gate of the community, there was a black RV parked, a very calm and restrained aristocratic style, she looked a little familiar, and then suddenly remembered that she had seen it near Xiao Yao's school several times, and it was carelessly ignored.

The driver quickly opened the door for her, and then he didn't know where to go to cool off.

There were only her and Jing Yan in the car, and in his hand was the report card of Xiao Yao's midterm exam, which was exactly the same as the one she got tonight.

Jing Yan didn't seem to know that she was sitting in. He just lowered his head and carefully studied the numbers printed on each grid. After a long time, he slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "You taught him very well."

Su Xiaomu raised her eyes, looked at his cold and resolute profile, and said softly, "Thank you for the compliment."

He put the report card aside, met her gaze, there was no warmth in his unfathomable eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "I want custody."

This is not a tone of discussion and request, but an imperative.

(End of this chapter)