cafe

The little boy opposite stared at Song Linlin with frightened eyes.

He didn't know what she was going to do to herself, but the aunt opposite looked so fierce, even when she smiled.

Song Linlin hung up the phone and looked at the little boy with a smile: "how about the sparkling soda in this house? It's good to drink? If you listen to me, you'll drink such good sparkling water every day and McDonald's, which you like to eat."

The boy just blinked at her and didn't speak.

Song Linlin was very irritable when she didn't get a response. She immediately darkened her look and patted the table severely. Even the smile of her eyes disappeared. The sharp thorn said, "do you hear me!"

"Listen, I hear." The boy wanted to cry but didn't dare. Grievances were written all over his face.

Song Linlin despised the boy opposite: "you should remember! Only I can save your father in the world! If you don't want your only relative to leave you, you should do as I say!"

The little boy nodded his head like mashing garlic, for fear that if the aunt was angry, he would not pay his father expensive medical expenses.

"Aunt, I will be obedient."

In an hour.

Song Weiyu rushed to song Linlin's Cafe. She didn't sleep well on the plane. The whole person was in a trance and looked at the things in front of her.

Song Linlin looked out through the transparent glass and saw song Weiyu coming. She quickly stood up to meet him.

Originally, she had a smile on her lips. Thinking that she couldn't express her mind too much on her face, she deliberately sank her smile.

I haven't seen you for many years. Mother and son love each other deeply.

It seems too fake to smile too warmly.

Song Weiyu pushed the door in from outside and saw song Linlin waving to her: "sister, here."

Song Weiyu didn't see the little boy opposite song Linlin at first. The little boy was petite and malnourished. The whole person shrank there as if he didn't exist.

The vase on the table just obscured his figure.

Song Linlin stepped on high heels and walked in front of her. She affectionately called song Weiyu: "sister."

Song Weiyu didn't want to be too close to her. He answered softly: "well, about Zihao..."

"I brought it! Can you not be sad when you see Zihao?" Song Linlin stood in a position that could block the whole little boy.

Song Weiyu frowned slightly and nervously held her arms: "where is Zihao?"

Why don't you make her sad?

What happened to Zihao?

Song Weiyu always looks back at Song Linlin's veiled eyes and pushes her away.

There is no barrier between her and the little boy.

She looked at him and the little boy looked at her.

Song Weiyu's eyes were hot, and soon burned her eyes. She looked at the little boy in front of her. Her heart was like soaked in vinegar, sour and astringent.

The boy's thin physique seemed to blow away in a gust of wind.

Haggard... Poor.

His ragged clothes can tell at a glance what has happened to him over the years.

"Zihao... Zihao..."

Song Weiyu ran uncontrollably to the little boy and hugged him. The hot tears fell on the little boy's clothes drop by drop.

Her hug was so sharp that the little boy couldn't move.

The little boy's head rested on her shoulder, but his bright eyes looked at Song Linlin, waiting for her instructions.

Song Linlin's eyes passed to song Weiyu, and the little boy understood what she meant.

The thin poor little hand gently hugged song Weiyu, hesitated, bit his teeth and shouted a lame Title: "Mom... Mom."

Song Weiyu wept more when he heard the name.

She didn't even consider whether the child was her Zihao or not, and mixed all her guilt and apology to Zihao into her arms.

That's her warm miss!

Zihao was held by her and had difficulty breathing. He tried to push her away with his small hand. Song Weiyu felt the power of his small hand and slowly let him go.

Song Weiyu wiped his tears with one hand and apologized to the little boy: "I'm sorry, did I hurt you just now?"

It's been a long time.

This is the first time someone cares about the little boy since his only relative father was hospitalized.

"No, No." The little boy looked timidly at Song Weiyu, who was crying in front of him, and a strange emotion poured into his heart.

If his mother was there, would she see the same expression?

Song Weiyu wiped his tears with his sleeve. Then he looked carefully and seriously at the boy in front of him. His eyelashes were very long and his face was waxy yellow, but to some extent, he was still similar to the stars.

It's just that she's strange.

Why is song Linlin so sure that the little boy is his own Zihao?

Although song Weiyu felt strange, he was reluctant to let go when he grabbed the little boy and threw it.

I'd rather admit a hundred mistakes than think of the only possibility.

Seeing song Weiyu out of control, song Linlin is more and more confident that this thing will succeed!

"Sister, it's a coincidence. I don't even believe it myself. Didn't Mr. Huo invite me to their house after I came back from the police station that day? After I came out of Mr. Huo's house, I saw the trafficker in those years!" Song Linlin's concentration made her experience the same.

The possibility of 0.001% was told to song Weiyu without any sense of conflict.

Song Weiyu was eager to find her son. She wanted to try as long as there was a slight disturbance.

After all, for so many years, the police haven't called her once to tell her to claim it

Song Weiyu's eyes were only on the children, and he had no leisure to listen to song Linlin's words.

Song Weiyu painfully rubbed the boy's face and moistened his eyes again: "who do you live with these years? How do you live? Do you have adoptive parents? Are you good to you?"

A series of questions asked the little boy. He didn't know which to answer first.

However, song Linlin taught him all these problems in advance.

He stuttered and said as song Linlin explained, "it was a fisherman who saved me... As for what happened, I'm young and don't remember. I only know that my mother is dead and my father drinks every day."

Needless to say in detail, song Weiyu can feel how bad the environment he said is.

"Silly boy, mom is not dead. Isn't mom here?" Song Weiyu once again took the little boy in his arms. It should be as big as the stars, but much shorter than the stars

But this child is even more sensible than a child of seven or eight years old.

"In the future, I won't hurt you any more."

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