Tintin huddled in the quilt, his face flushed from sleep.
Wen Tong gently kissed his pink cheek. He felt that it was mommy, so he cooperated and kissed her face.
He pursed his lips and nestled into her arms.
Wen Tong slept with her son for a while, then thought about some unfinished work, so she quietly got up and turned on the computer.
She was checking information on the Internet and writing documents.
He rubbed his sore neck and closed his eyes to rest.
Open your eyes and get back to work.
At eleven o'clock, the eyelids started to fight.
I turned off the computer and was about to go to bed when a text message appeared.
She took the phone and looked at it, her brows filled with surprise.
"Damn, I miss the blue sky and white clouds of Shibincheng. I miss your little breasts. Come on, open your arms to welcome my sister back."
This tone, this tone, who else but Chen Zinan.
Wen Tong's sleepiness was half gone, and her little hands pressed on the keyboard skillfully, "Anan, what time is your flight tomorrow? I'll pick you up."
"It's ten o'clock in the morning. If you dare to be late, I'll beat you up."
It was two years ago that she separated from Anan. She came to school to see him for the last time, and then went abroad.
Unexpectedly, in just two years, she became the top model in country A.
When she was in high school, she couldn't even memorize the English alphabet. Now she speaks fluent English.
It is said that women undergo a transformation, and now Chen Zinan Yanran has grown into a charming, gentle and lovely beauty.
Of course, the premise is that she doesn't speak.
Today, Tintin was wearing a cotton hooded pullover with a Winnie the Pooh pattern on the chest, leg-length jeans, sneakers, and a peaked cap on his head.
He carried a big schoolbag, which contained gifts for Chen Zinan.
He was led by his mother and took a taxi to pick up his godmother at the airport.
Airport.
Chen Zinan had just gotten off the plane. She was 1.74 meters tall, with a curvy figure, a slim black trench coat, her hair tied high, and black sunglasses covering half of her face.
Her appearance immediately became a sight at the airport, causing passers-by to look back frequently.
"Wow, isn't that Chen Zinan? The supermodel who just won the grand prize in country A."
Suddenly someone in the crowd recognized her, and then a reporter who was among them immediately came out and took out the camera in his hand to take a picture of her.
Chen Zinan returned very low-key this time and did not want to attract the attention of the media.
She hurriedly covered her face with her hands and left from the VIP channel with the help of airport security.
The reporters behind her chased her fiercely, and she hurriedly dragged her suitcase.
After leaving the airport, her assistant was still driving on the road. She looked at her watch, then at the reporter running behind her, and stretched out her arm to stop the taxi.
At this time, a black car drove slowly from a short distance and stopped elegantly in front of her.
The man driving the car made a sign to her to get in the car.
She thought for a moment, then put her luggage in the back seat, and she followed suit.
The reporter chased after him and only had time to take a picture of the car, stamping his feet in annoyance.
"Thank you." Chen Zinan smiled gratefully.
"You're welcome, helping others is the foundation of human beings, and it's still a beauty like the lady." He raised a pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes and looked at Chen Zinan from the rearview mirror without any scruples, his eyes seemed to have already
She took a thorough look inside and out.
Under such unscrupulous eyes, Chen Zinan was slightly angry. Perhaps she was used to standing on the T-stage and being cared for, so she quickly turned her head away, feeling a little disgusted.
"Miss, don't get me wrong." The man said politely: "I have learned face recognition before, so when I see someone I like, I can't help but look at him for a while. If I am offended, please forgive me."
"Meeting?" Chen Zinan asked with interest: "What do you think I do, sir?"
"The lady has a proud figure and a great temperament. She is used to walking in a straight line. If my guess is correct, the lady must be a famous model."
Chen Zinan was slightly surprised, but soon thought that since he was so well-known now, he might have known her.
The man smiled, his eyes sparkling, and his smile was very touching.
Chen Zinan looked at him, his heart suddenly trembled.
This man must have been a demon concubine who brought disaster to the country and the people in his previous life. Otherwise, how could he be so evil and charming in this life?
"Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Beichen Zhehan."
"You...are you Beichen Zhehan?" Chen Zinan asked in surprise, "Are you Beichen Zhehan, the eldest son of Beichen Consortium?"
Beichen Zhehan sneered, "Why, I don't look like him?"
"No." Chen Zinan felt a little embarrassed.
The two had a very lively chat along the way, and after getting off the bus, they left each other's phone numbers.
Beichen Zhehan gave her an ambiguous look, "I will contact you again."
"Yeah." Chen Zinan's face turned as bright as a peach blossom.
Watching Beichen Zhehan's car drive away, she remembered to call Wen Tong.
"Xiaotong, Xiaotong, I'm at the hotel, don't go to the airport."
"...Didn't I agree to pick you up? Why did you go to the hotel again?"
"It's an emergency. Anyway, please bring my godson to the hotel quickly. I miss him so much."
When Ding Ding saw Chen Zinan, she immediately rushed towards him with her short legs, "Godmother, Ding Ding misses you so much."
Chen Zinan happily hugged him into his arms and spun him around in the air.
Then she kissed his face and tickled him again, wanting to eat him in one bite.
Faced with her excessive and infatuated actions, the little guy immediately became unwilling and said seriously: "Godmother, my first kiss will be reserved for the girl I love most. You can't kiss me on the mouth."
"Isn't your godmother your favorite girl?" Chen Zinan deliberately became fierce.
"Godmother, you are very old and can only be your godmother."
Chen Zinan was shocked and pulled her mother in front of her eyes, "Then your mother is not old?"
Ding Ding flashed his big eyes and looked like he was thinking.
Wen Tong slapped her paw away, gave her a helpless look, turned to Ding Ding and said, "Son, you can't call a woman old. No matter how old a woman is, she must be called young and beautiful."
Ding Ding nodded, seeming to understand.
Chen Zinan took out a lot of specialties and toys from country A from the suitcase, piled them in front of Ding Ding, and said boldly: "Godmother rewards you."
"Thank you godmother." Tintin sat among the toys with starry eyes, admiring every thing he couldn't put down.
Wen Tong pulled Chen Zinan aside and whispered, "Are you still planning to leave when you come back this time?"