One Can’t Judge by Appearance

Yan Xi was digging the ice cream in the cup while listening to the aunt at the next table complaining to his son's ex-girlfriend on the phone.

There are a lot of jewellery and cosmetics, and you are not a person who lives in peace when you look at it, and you have a body that collapses when the wind blows. It is definitely not easy to have children.

She put down the spoon, wiped her mouth clean with a tissue, and took out the mirror from her bag to refill herself with lipstick.

"My son also said to bring her back during the Chinese New Year. I said there is nothing for this kind of woman to bring back. I can save two face-to-face red envelopes at home..."

Speaking of interest, this aunt's voice grew louder and louder, causing the young people nearby to turn their heads frequently. Yan Xi even saw the contempt of those young people's faces toward the big-sounding aunt.

Close the mirror, Yan Xi put the mirror lipstick back into her handbag, got up and walked to the door, and met a familiar man.

"Xiaoxi..." The man still wanted to talk, his handsome face showed a bit of sadness and surprise.

"I'm still a big river, Xiaoxi." Yan Xi raised his wrist to check the time, then turned and walked outside. It was not a bitter idol drama, who would show this look.

The man stopped in front of her.

In the airport announcement, the voice of the ground crew was soft and watery, reminding which flight was delayed due to the weather. Yan Xi looked at the person in front of her, her hand holding the bag itchy.

"Mingtong," the aunt who was still talking on the phone just now came over, she glanced at Yan Xi, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay," Chen Mingdong shook his head, "Mom, go sit and rest first."

"So you are a mother and son," Yan Xi raised her eyebrows when she remembered the words the aunt said when she was on the phone, and turned to Mrs. Chen, "Then you are quite alike."

After that, no matter what Chen Mingdong thought, he was going to look for the boarding gate without going around him.

"Xiaoxi." Chen Mingdong reached out to grab Yan Xi's wrist in a hurry.

Seeing the moment Chen Mingdong dared to stretch out her paw, Yan Xi smashed it with her hand bag. After smashing it, she felt a little distressed. She had just bought this bag for two days. It was because of her good heart that broke it. of?

"Your family didn't tell you that the man would do anything to the girl without consent, calling him nasty and no tutor?" Yan Xi rolled his eyes, "Go away, don't block the way of the old lady."

Mother Chen didn't expect this girl with a soft and weak face to be bullied. She said that she would do it. She was so angry that she wanted to scold someone, but she was stopped by Chen Mingtong before she said anything that was unpleasant.

"Mingdong, who is this girl, so temperamental..."

Chen Mingdong ignored Chen's mother's complaint. He looked at Yan Xi's departure and whispered: "Okay, Mom, stop making trouble, everyone around is watching."

Yan Xi walked to the waiting area at the boarding gate, found a seat and stopped, took out his phone and sent a circle of friends.

Dahe, I am a little brook: I met a fool, pure. [With a picture of an ugly crying Shar Pei]

Her grievances and feuds with Chen Mingdong can probably be classified as the worst-selling old-fashioned novel. Chen Mingdong was regarded as a man in the school back then. The secretary of the Youth League branch of the Student Union was handsome and handsome. Her young girl's heart could not be controlled for a while under Chen Mingdong's pursuit, so she agreed.

It's a pity that people in the wind naturally also have romantic debts, but this one was cheating during a summer vacation, and the target of the cheating was her classmates. In view of her natural small and pitiful appearance, she didn't say anything before others began to sympathize with her automatically.

This couple was spurned by many people later, so that when she graduated from university, she was scolded by Xiao San'er as Bai Lianhua. What's wrong with the white lotus, the white lotus is also a delicate flower, better than the shameless mistress.

I haven't seen him in two or three years, but the cheating man's leg hasn't been split yet, so he has a strong leg.

I used my mobile phone to scan the game for a while, and clicked on the circle of friends. The friends she usually contacted gave her a thumbs-up, and asked her what the dog did wrong and asked him to take the pot back.

At this time, the plane began to check the ticket. She stuffed her mobile phone into her bag and got up to line up to check the ticket.

It took about two hours to fly from Haicheng to the Imperial City. After Yan Xi turned off his mobile phone, he slept the whole time. When he got off the plane and went to the carousel to pick up his suitcase, his mind was still a little confused.

People come and go at the Imperial Capital Airport. She hasn't been to the Imperial Capital for many years, and she feels a little bit timid about the homesickness in her heart.

Walking along the flow of people, she accidentally stepped on the foot of a person next to her, and she turned her head to apologize.

"Excuse me."

The man she stepped on was more than half a head taller than her. When she apologized, she didn't even lower her head, but the corners of her lips moved: "It doesn't matter, I'm used to it."

Yan Xi:?

Most people who are tall have long legs. Yan Xi looked up and saw only the back of the other's head. The thick black hair was combed into a regular hairstyle, revealing an indifferent and unattainable taste of elites.

Walking out of the passage, Yan Xi saw her dad in the crowd, not because of how strong the telepathy between their father and daughter, but because the golden watch on her dad's wrist was too dazzling.

"Yan Yan," Song Hai saw Yan Xi with a bright smile on his face. He waved to her constantly. Taking advantage of the gap when she walked over, he said to the secretary beside him, "This is my girl, is it better than TV? Are those celebrities even more beautiful?"

The secretary smiled and nodded: "Ling Jin's brows and eyes really look like you."

"That's not it. When I was young, I took her out. Others said that she looked like me." Song Hai touched his blessed belly. "It's good for a daughter to look like a father, so lucky."

The secretary thought to himself, that Song Qianjin is really unhappy.

"Dad," Yan Xi ran up to Song Hai, "you have gained a lot of weight again."

Song Hai chuckled and took the suitcase in his daughter's hand. "I'll come back this time and settle down in the Imperial Capital, okay?" His tone was cautiously flattered. His chubby body bowed slightly, as if he was afraid of Yan Xi. Say no word.

Yan Xi looked at Song Hai, stretched out his hand to take his arm, and said with a smile: "Okay."

"That's good, that's good," Song Hai was so excited that the flesh on his face was shaking, "Go home and see what else is missing. Tomorrow Dad will accompany you to buy it."

Yan Xi smiled and turned his head to look at Song Hai: "You won't go to work tomorrow?"

"How important is a daughter at work," Song Hai carried his suitcase boldly, wishing to carry Yan Xi's suitcase on his shoulders to show his enthusiasm for his daughter.

Nine years ago, he divorced his ex-wife amicably. His ex-wife prefers art, and he is a self-made businessman full of stinks. The values ​​between the two are getting bigger and bigger. In the end, the marriage that has lasted for more than ten years can only be ended. Since then, his ex-wife and daughter have lived in Haishi, and he has lived in the imperial capital.

He hasn't remarried all these years, and his ex-wife seems to have no interest in other men, and they lead a quiet and undisturbed life with each other. Song Hai’s only regret was that she couldn’t see her daughter often, and even her daughter’s name changed from Song Yan to Yan Xi.

Two years ago, his wife died of illness and her daughter had not graduated from university. Later, she had to deal with the assets left by her ex-wife, so it took two full years to come to the imperial capital. Although he kept in touch with his daughter during these years, and helped deal with the funeral of his ex-wife two years ago, he didn't spend much time with his daughter. He was really worried that his daughter had become alienated from his father.

Now seeing his daughter take the initiative to hold his arm, his 180 kilograms of weight seemed to have instantly become 80 kilograms, and the whole person floated up.

After the father and daughter got in the car, Song Hai took out a bottle of drink from the small refrigerator, "Yan Yan, come."

Yan Xi saw this drink brand, and his heart was sour and sweet. She liked this drink very much when she was a child. At that time, the conditions at home were average, and her father always carried her to the small shop near the community to buy it, and never disliked her for spending money.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. This drink has changed its packaging countless times. Even the boss behind it has changed it, but her dad still remembers her taste. I couldn't bear to tell her dad that she would not drink this brand of drinks a long time ago. Yan Xi drank several sips before turning around to see her dad's face with a satisfied smile.

"We have a swimming pool at home and a small garden. You want to keep pets, grow flowers, or swim," Song Hai rubbed his hands embarrassedly. "It's just that there is no one in the house, and it's a little deserted."

He lives by himself and is not too particular about it. He often eats outside, and he often stays in hotels, so there is no other person in the house except for a part-time worker to clean it.

"It's okay, it'll be lively when I go home." Yan Xi exhaled a long breath as he watched the night slowly falling outside the car window.

For nine years, the imperial capital seems to be still that imperial capital, but it doesn't seem to be the city in her memory anymore.

Song Hai bought a small villa. There are three floors with a basement. There are flower sheds on the top floor, and a garden, garage, and swimming pool downstairs. Although it is not a wealthy configuration, it also makes countless people in the imperial capital. The envy of existence.

Yan Xi pushed open the door of her room, the decoration inside was exquisite, but this was obviously not her dad's aesthetic style.

"I originally thought the wall was made pink to look good, but my secretary and assistant said, what modern European style, Bohemia style do you young people like, and I don’t know the difference between these styles and those styles, just Invite a designer to decorate," Song Hai put the suitcase on the wall, "If you don't like it, I will have someone refit it for you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Dad," Yan Xi turned and hugged Song Hai, "I like it very much."

"Just like it, just like it," Song Hai smiled and walked around the room, only to remember that his daughter hadn't eaten yet, "You take a shower and change clothes, I'll go downstairs to cook, and it will be fine in a while."

Watching his father’s fat body go downstairs in a hurry, Yan Xi walked into the house and opened the closet to take a look. There were all kinds of clothes, skirts, and many pairs of shoes. Some shoes were ugly, but Yan Xi was ugly. Laughed.

No wonder her dad asked her what color she likes on the phone the other day. It turned out to be for this.