She has seen the photos of Jiang Lai and naturally remembers his appearance.

Therefore, after seeing Jiang Lai, she did not care to look for her father. She turned around and ran to the gate of the VIP waiting hall.

Lu Shiyan stood in the opposite direction to the gate, so he didn't notice that his daughter had already run out.

At the moment, Lu Yanbai's little hands tightly pulled Jiang Lai's jeans and obstinately called her, "Mom! Mother

After Jiang Lai remembers inspiration well, he stops writing in his hand, looks down at the small bald head holding his thigh, and smiles, "little guy, you recognize the wrong person, I'm not your mother."

Lu Yanbai raised her small head and stared at her with black eyes.

She puffed up her chubby cheeks and held her little arm harder, for fear that she would run away.

At the same time, she vowed to speak, and in her tender voice there was a hint of accusation, "you are my mother! It's my mom! Mom, why don't you come to the temple to see me? Do you like inkstone? "

In the temple?

Jiang Lai had some helplessness and headache. She pursed the corners of her mouth and patiently explained, "I'm really not your mother. What temple are you from? How about this? I'll contact the airport staff for you to see if anyone has lost a little monk? "

Listening to her words, Lu Yanbai turned her mouth and her eyes turned red.

The little guy seems to have been wronged by what day, even his voice with a little appropriate little trill, "Mom, I'm inkstone white, why don't you know me?"

"What white?" Jiang Lai didn't hear him clearly, but the little bald head in front of him looked only three or four years old, and he was wearing a monk's robe. He was probably a young monk who followed his master down the mountain to pray for alms.

Just why she would be alone, and why she would hold on to herself, Jiang Lai was still a little confused.

Maybe, maybe I really have a public face, which is similar to her mother.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lai coughed softly and said again, "that Little master Bai, which temple did you come from

Lu Yanbai didn't make a sound immediately, but looked at her with big black and white eyes.

It's really embarrassing to look at each other.

After a few seconds, Jiang Lai moved his lips and was about to continue to ask questions. The little guy was staring at her eagerly. There was something pitiful in his tone. "Mom, do you really don't know where I came from?"

This little thing is so persistent.

Jiang Lai looked around and found that many passers-by were casting their eyes on them.

I can't help it. The little bald man's clothes are too discernible. In addition, this little monk's robe is quite personalized. It's hard to be noticed.

After thinking about it, Jiang Lai changed his way and asked in a tactful tone, "little guy, how can you be in the airport? Who did you come with? "

"With Dad!" Lu Yanbai answered her question seriously, but he still held on to her jeans.

Big eyes rolling around, she suddenly thought of something, "by the way, mom, you go with me to see Dad!"

She was dragging her legs to the VIP room.

Jiang Lai really has no way to take her, but looking at her lovely young lady, she can't help but produce a bit of softness and love.

After a few seconds of thinking, she came up with a compromise. "Little guy, do you know your dad's cell phone number? How about I call him and ask him to pick you up? "

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