There are two days left and I will set off back to the UK.
Zhongqing is tidying up her luggage, and she can no longer be decadent because of Leng Yan's affairs.
Because she has a son.
I pulled up the zipper of the suitcase and looked back, and saw a small head rushing into the crack of the door.
"Hee-hee?"
Child Zhong Xi immediately walked to Zhong Qing with a happy look: "Mom, do we really want to go back to the UK?"
"What?" Zhong Qing stroked her son's little head: "You don't want to go back?"
"Not that." Zhong Xi pouted: "It's my mother who can't bear to leave."
Zhongqing's fingers trembled: "Why do you say that?"
"It's my feeling."
"Little guy, what do you think!" Zhong Qing smiled and put her suitcase aside: "There is still a very important job waiting for me in the UK, and I have to go back."
The little guy tilted his head and carefully observed Zhongqing and said, "I heard that my mother encountered something unhappy yesterday."
My heart sank.
It must be Eric who told Xixi to ask the little guy to pay attention to whether she was hurt or not.
Zhongqing smiled bitterly—
Over the years, she pretended to be strong and never showed a sad side in front of her son. She simply didn't want her son to leave anything bad in her childhood.
What's more, no matter how sad she is, she cannot change the facts.
Zhong Qing sighed and smiled faintly: "Mom is fine, okay, go and prepare quickly. We are going to set off, don't let grandma wait for us."
“OK!”
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It's seven o'clock in the evening.
In a western restaurant.
When Zhong Qing brought Zhong Xi to him, Yang Min had not arrived yet.
Under the guidance of the waiter, I found a corner to sit down.
Ordered a glass of milk and a cup of coffee.
While waiting, Zhongqing asked the waiter to take care of Zhong Xi, and she went to the bathroom.
Just passed by a private room.
Suddenly, a drunk middle-aged man walked out of it.
Zhong Qing was startled, glared at him vigilantly and bypassed him and wanted to leave.
However, when the middle-aged man saw Zhongqing's exquisite face, his eyes flashed with malicious light, and suddenly grabbed Zhongqing's arm and vented his anger: "Beauty, go, play with my brother. My brother.
Very fun game!”
Zhong Qing's face changed instantly and she immediately struggled: "Let me go, I'm not that kind of woman!"
However, no matter how hard she struggled, she could not resist the strength of the man.
I can't even struggle.
The drunken man held Zhongqing in his arms, and his mouth pressed towards Zhongqing's face while holding her into the private room.
Once you are really clutched in the box, you can imagine what will happen next.
Zhongqing was frightened, raised her hand, and slapped the middle-aged man in the face without hesitation, stopping his rogues. However, the man grabbed Zhongqing's hand even harder and picked her up, looking forward to it.
He walked into the private room with his love in his arms.
Zhong Qing's delicate little face was full of panic. She held the pillar beside the door tightly with her hands and kept struggling: "Help...Help..."
"If you shout, no one will come to save you!" The middle-aged man tried hard to spread his lovely fingers: "You should serve me well, I'm happy, it's good for you!"
At this moment, the box opposite suddenly opened.
Two people came out.
One of them is so familiar with love.
The moment she saw him, she felt at ease.
Subconsciously I felt that I was saved.
When Leng Yan led Tang Wei out, when he saw this scene, the expression on his face suddenly became cold.
Tang Wei's eyes flashed: "Yan, your friend?"
"I don't know her!" Leng Yan coldly withdrew his gaze and took Tang Wei away.
Looking at Leng Yan's resolute back, Zhongqing's eyes were filled with despair...