Mr.president, you are too gentle

After a while, Fu Xiaoxiao saw the man come in shining. He dragged a black Hermes bag, wearing a white shirt, black casual pants, a pair of Brown Sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and his lips were thin and beautiful.

In this way, it seemed as if the people in a hurry on the edge of the airport had become his foil. He is the only one walking here. It's like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. He comes to watch the scenery carelessly.

Fu Xiaoxiao knew from an early age that his brother shaozhao was excellent. Cheng shaozhao's peach eyes at the age of eight were already shining. He was always fascinated by Fu Xiaoxiao's spirit in the process of circulation.

Not seen for many years, Cheng shaozhao is even more thrilling. The tall and straight figure of the young man and the beautiful waist are not good. Every move is aristocratic. Those eyes are not only the affection of childhood, but also more momentum.

When working, he always glances over coldly and makes Fu Xiaoxiao dare not move at all.

It was 9:10, when the sun was strong outside. The airport is full of landing glass. Light shines in from the outside. He carries the light on his back and can't see a face clearly.

But there was a faint light around the outline of the figure, just like a god falling from the sky. In a trance, Fu Xiaoxiao seemed to go back to the age of five. The eight year old squatted in front of him, with a cute jade carved lion in his hand.

Seeing himself coming, he looked up and asked, "little, do you think this little lion is good-looking?" the child's smile was pure and happy. At that time, there were thin broken hair on his forehead, and everything was engraved in his little heart.

"It looks good, but not as good as brother shaozhao." the childish words of his childhood are still in his ears. Fu Xiaoxiao blindfolded, as if he had gone through thousands of mountains and rivers and returned to that year.

"Cherry, what are you staring at?" Cheng shaozhao took off his sunglasses and looked at the woman in front of him. His eyes were slightly red and looked at the front.

He was pulled back by the sound in an instant. Fu Xiaocai just reacted. It has been nearly 20 years. He was not the little princess who spoke with milk and milk, but a woman struggling in fate.

There was no green grass around him, and there was no heartless child in front of him. Everything has changed for a long time. The villa at home has been sold with bankruptcy, and all the memories of himself and Cheng shaozhao have been buried.

He is no longer his brother shaozhao. The man in front of him doesn't even know himself. This recognition made Fu Xiaoxiao suddenly wake up and press down the sour in his heart, "just the wind lost his eyes, President, you're here."

After a little thought-provoking look at Fu, Cheng shaozhao didn't ask much. Just nodded, let go of the suitcase, and walked in front of him.

Fu Xiaoxiao reacted and hurriedly picked up shaozhao's box. He dragged a box with one hand and followed Cheng shaozhao without saying a word.

There was such a scene at the airport. A tall and handsome man was walking ahead empty handed. A petite and beautiful woman in the back dragged two suitcases a little hard and hurried behind.

People looked at Cheng shaozhao differently, as if they were surprised by the man's impudence.