In fact, what Shao Lingxi said was right, and Wen Yanchu also knew that he had indeed failed Cheng Ke.

So she couldn't answer, and she didn't know how to refute. As for Shao Qing's death, no matter when it was mentioned from Shao Lingxi's mouth, no matter how many times she mentioned it, Wen Yanchu felt that she

It was necessary to apologize, so she said softly, "I'm sorry about your father."

After saying this, Shao Lingxi became a little irritated, "You don't have to apologize to me. I won't accept it no matter how much you apologize. Don't you want to know where Cheng Ke went? He went to clean up your

The mess is over. He has gone to the United States to catch a flight tonight to clean up your mess and do a bone marrow matching to save your son. He is just carrying the pain all over his body and traveling through this world just to clean up you.

Wen Yanchu, do you really have any intentions?"

The water in Wen Yanchu's eyes turned into drops of liquid, dripping down, and his voice became trembling, "He... went to the United States? I... I know... I know, thank you."

After speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for Shao Lingxi to speak.

Wen Yanchu fell into a freeze. After hanging up the phone, he was like a doll that had been wound up.

Then, she suddenly started moving and rushed into the room quickly. Because she was not wearing shoes, she almost slipped. She quickly stabilized her body and continued to rush into the room.

He turned on the desk lamp and started rummaging in the cabinet, muttering to himself, "Where's the passport? Where's the passport? My passport..."

She took nothing with her, just like when she left five years ago, she took nothing with her, just a bag containing her identity documents.

When I hurried to the airport, there were no tickets for tonight. The latest flight to the United States had already flown away. Cheng Ke was on that plane. After that, he waited in the waiting hall.

Take her to meet her son on the morning flight.

She missed Echo, that milk bun, but she never had the right reason or opportunity to go back to see him. After all, Cheng Ke had repeatedly said that he would break her legs if she dared to leave, so... she never found him.

A suitable reason and opportunity.

And now, she was going to see her son, and... there was a 100% chance that her husband would be there too. This was originally a scene she had imagined before, with Cheng Ke and Nai Baozi also there.

It will be interesting to see them look like a grown-up version and a miniature version.

But now, she didn't feel that it was very interesting. She directly dialed the number of the hospital where the American milk bun was staying. It was not too late there, so someone answered quickly.

She spoke standard and fluent English and asked about the situation over there very quickly.

When he heard Mr. White say that someone had indeed contacted him, claiming to be Chengcheng's father, and wanted to make an appointment for a bone marrow matching test, Wen Yanchu couldn't help but feel emotional. I also know, so...

…You contacted him, right?”

Wen Yanchu sniffed slightly and responded with a nasal sound, "Yes."

"Wen, I remember you said that you were worried that the father of the child would take custody of the child, and you were more concerned about cord blood, because the stem cells of cord blood are better than those of bone marrow. So, you need me to refuse his visit.

? At present, he does not have custody, and you have the right to refuse his visitation."

The United States is such a country that values ​​human rights above all else, so Mr. White asked her opinion, but Wen Yanchu refused softly, "No, there is no need to deny his visit, he... is the father of the child. Bone marrow matching

I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. White. I'll catch a plane right away."

After hanging up the phone with White, Wen Yanchu looked at the screen of his phone, wondering whether he should make a call to tell Nai Baozi about the news that Cheng Ke was going to visit him.

In the end, she didn't make the call. She thought that no matter how much resentment or anger Cheng Ke had against her, he was not the kind of person who would take his anger out on his children. He would only continue to resent her, but the child, he would

He was kind. So Wen Yanchu didn't call after all.

On the plane.

It was a deep night outside, and on the first-class seat, a handsome and tall man sat quietly there. His eyes were deep, but his expression seemed to be deeper than the night outside, and he could not see any joy. Most of the passengers

All have fallen asleep.

He was the only one sitting quietly, with the reading light shining dimly above his head. He held the tablet in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the photos on the tablet.

A cute little face just takes up the entire screen of the tablet.

"Sir, do you need anything? You are not asleep yet. Do you need a glass of wine to help you sleep?" The stewardess came over and asked in Chinese.

But I didn't get any answer from him, so I repeated it again in English.

Cheng Ke then looked away from the screen, turned to look at the stewardess, then shook his head and replied in Chinese, "No, thank you."

The flight attendant seemed to be very concerned about this handsome first-class passenger, so she took the initiative to extend the topic, "Our wine is pretty good, and there are three kinds to choose from. Are you sure you don't want one?"

Cheng Ke frowned slightly, but there was still no anger in his tone. He replied calmly, "No, I need to do some medical examinations tomorrow, so I can't drink. Thank you."

The stewardess nodded clearly and looked at the picture of the little boy on the screen. To be honest, she was a little disappointed for a moment, because at a glance, this boy was the son of the man in front of her. He looked so similar.

You can recognize it.

"Your son is so cute." After the flight attendant praised him, she heard the man chuckle softly. This was the first time she saw an expression other than indifference and calmness on his face.

He smiled softly and said, "Thank you."

Then he looked out the window, not planning to say another word to the flight attendant.

After the stewardess left knowingly, Cheng Ke reached out and gently touched the little face on the screen.

This is his son. Anyone who sees it will know that this is his son Cheng Ke. However, for this child... Cheng Ke is a little unsure. He is obviously going to see his son, but he

At first I was not sure whether the child knew the existence of his father.

"Wen Hecheng..." He murmured these three words. After exiting the photo, his son's information was on the screen. Looking at these three words Wen Hecheng, the anger at being deceived in his heart faded slightly.

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