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Chapter 117 Call Me Mom

"Butler... tell me, does Si Nian dislike me? After all..."

Fang Ya's eyes turned red, and tears flowed down quietly again.

My shoulders twitched and I was very sad.

Butler Tang hurriedly wiped her tears with a tissue: "Silly boy, don't cry. Don't mention that incident again. It's been so many years. Master Qiao is not that kind of person."

"Steward Tang..." Fang Ya rested her head on her shoulder, "After returning to China, things have changed and only you are still there."

"Silly boy, I'm always here, call me when you have time."

"Yeah." Fang Ya nodded.

She and Butler Tang kept chatting, and while they were chatting, she fell asleep in Butler Tang's room.

The next day was Saturday, and Fang Ya's flight was at 9:30 in the morning.

Josnian did not go to the group and prepared a car for Fang Ya early in the morning.

In the garden, Fang Ya was talking to Qiao Chengfan.

"Chengfan, I'm going to London, will you miss me?"

"Yes." Qiao Chengfan replied politely.

The little guy wore denim overalls today and looked very well-behaved.

Fang Ya touched his face and said with a smile: "Chengfan, please call me mom. I haven't heard you call me mom yet."

Qiao Chengfan blinked: "Dad doesn't let you scream casually."

"Qiao Chengfan!"

Josnian was dressed neatly, frowning slightly, and strode towards the garden.

"Dad!" Qiao Chengfan immediately rushed over.

There was a slight hint of disappointment in Fang Ya's eyes, endless, like an ocean with no end in sight.

"Practice at home and I'll take your aunt to the airport." Josnian touched his head.

"Um."

"Steward Sun, take the young master down."

"Yes." Butler Sun nodded.

The morning sun has just risen from the sky, a thin layer of fog has appeared in the autumn morning, and the withered yellow grass blades are covered with dewdrops.

"elder sister!"

At this moment, Fang Lan's voice sounded.

"Lanlan." Fang Ya looked over.

"It's getting late, get in the car," Josnian said to Fang Ya.

"Sinian, Lanlan and I will take a car." Fang Ya said.

"OK."

Josnian got into his Rolls-Royce, and Fang Ya got into Fang Lan's little BMW.

The two cars drove toward the international airport together.

"Sister, how have you been these past few days since you came back?" Fang Lan asked impatiently.

There is no one else in the car, so the sisters can chat casually.

"same as usual."

"Ah? Didn't my brother-in-law express anything to you?"

"He goes shopping with me, eats with me, and drinks afternoon tea with me."

"That's good, sister. I know that the person my brother-in-law cares about most must be you. He never does these things with others. Where is Chengfan? Have you bribed the little guy?"

"He is not close to me."

"Ah? How could..." Fang Lan was a little surprised.

She was at the entrance of the kindergarten that day and clearly saw Qiao Chengfan and Ye Jiaqi talking and laughing.

Or is it that Ye Jiaqi's methods are more clever?

For a moment, both Fang Lan and Fang Ya were silent, and Fang Lan bit her lip secretly.

They arrived at the airport before half past seven.

In order to give Fang Ya and Josnian space to be alone together, Fang Lan did not get out of the car and sat alone in the car.

She looked around with her sunglasses on, and suddenly she saw a familiar figure.

Ye Jiaqi?

She is so dedicated that she even conducted interviews at the airport on Saturday.

Being poor means being poor. How much money can you make from doing an interview?

Fang Lan raised the corners of his lips mockingly, dismissing it.
Chapter completed!
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