Chapter 8: Return the child to the father
Chapter 8 Return the child to the father
Five years later.
Kyoto Airport.
Subei wore a long beige trench coat, stiletto heels, chestnut curly hair draped over her shoulders, carrying a suitcase and looking at the strange and familiar clouds in the sky.
She was only eighteen years old when she left, and she was already a twenty-three-year-old woman when she came back. The baby's fat has faded from her immature face, and she has become more mature and graceful.
Next to her was a small milk bag in formal clothes, about four years old, a cold little face with sharp facial features and thin lips, and he followed Subei closely.
"Dabao, Beckham!" A figure rushed over and hugged Subei.
Seeing her former best friend Lin Jasmine, Subeiyang embraced her.
After Lin Moli separated from her, she couldn't wait to look down at Dabao, and said in amazement: "Xiaobei, your Dabao is more handsome and better than in the video!"
"That is, don't look at who gave birth to the son." Subei said with a smile.
"My mom is good." Dabao raised his face and said hello, and continued to be cold.
Lin Moli gave a thumbs up: "Yes, President Tyrant demeanor."
Dabao smiled face-to-face, and then resumed his poker face again.
Lin Moli couldn't help but shook her head for Subei. It was a pity that this was originally a pair of twins, but it was a pity that the other child was born sick and gone. If the child is still there...
Subei smiled, Dabao is indeed a father at a young age, his appearance made Subei unable to wave Lu Heting's face away from his mind.
However, Lu Heting is not a boss, just a driver of the Lu family.
Lin Moli received the wind for Subei and Dabao and took a seat in a cafeteria.
Dabao was sensible and went to pick up the meal by himself.
As soon as Lin Moli took her seat, she whispered: "You come back this time, do you really plan to return the big treasure to that man?"
"I have no choice." Subei's voice lowered and then rose again, "He is Dabao's father, and the most suitable relative to take care of him when he grows up."
"You really can't help with this disease?" Lin Moli asked distressedly.
"The advanced stage of gastric cancer is only one year away. I don't want to waste time on useless things. This year, I will try to make more money so that their father and son can live a little easier for the rest of their lives." His smile seems to have forgotten the sadness of illness.
The clouds on the surface are light and breezy, and the suffering behind it is unknown to outsiders.
Lin Moli didn't know what to say for a while, and silently placed a bowl of light porridge in front of her, "I have already sent him the divorce agreement back then. So I don't know if he has a family now... …"
"So I will ask you to take care of Dabao in the next few days. I also need to understand clearly. If he has re-married and has children, I will not bother him again. If he does not have one, I am willing to bear it. For this responsibility, I also need to look at him to see if he has any bad character problems. After all, Dabao will live with him for so many years." Before Subei came back, he had already considered everything clearly.
"Leave it to me, Dabao, anyway, I'm also a young unemployed lately, and I have some time." Lin Moli said very righteously, throwing out a bunch of keys, "You asked me to buy the house for you."
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[Later gastric cancer is misdiagnosis, misdiagnosis, misdiagnosis, and important things to say three times]
(End of this chapter)