Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 356 The Scorpion on the Right Face (1)

On the other side of the road, a familiar figure stood there with his back straight, half of his handsome face blocked by a black peaked cap and sunglasses.

"Beiming Haoting?" Yan Chuyan followed the little guy's line of sight, familiar faces and clear outlines were shown in front of his eyes like an old movie.

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The continuous flow of vehicles on the street is constantly passing by in front of you. There are no traffic lights here, and you can only leave when there are fewer vehicles.

Yan Chuyan tightly held little Ivan's hand, fixed her eyes on the familiar figure not far away, for fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Her heart was beating violently suddenly, and the waiting at this moment, every minute and every second, was a tormenting torture for her.

Fortunately, the man on the opposite side stood quietly, like a statue of a western deity, with no intention of leaving.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

1 minutes passed.

Vehicles are still passing endlessly in front of them.

I don't know how long I waited, a giant sprinkler slowly passed by, splashing water in all directions.

Yan Chuyan led little Ivan back a few steps, and when they regained consciousness, the figure on the opposite side had disappeared from sight.

"Oops, come with me." Yan Chuyan held little Ivan's hand tightly and walked quickly across the road.

Suddenly, a black commercial vehicle rushed towards them!

"Be careful!" Yan Chuyan pushed Ivan to the side of the road without delay, while she was still standing there, her heart beating in disorder.

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There was a piercing sound of brakes, and a dangerous flame instantly ignited in the damp and cold air.

"Hey, can you walk?! What are you running around on the road with your child? Don't you have eyes?" The driver leaned out the window and shouted impatiently.

"Excuse me!" She clasped her hands together, apologized to the driver, and rushed over to pick up Ivan who fell to the ground.

Little Ivan fell onto the concrete, and a layer of skin was rubbed on the palm of his little hand, which was mixed with wet soil and bloodshot.

His chiseled little face was tense, and although he fell very painfully, he still kept his back straight and stood there quietly.

Yan Chuyan took out a tissue and disinfectant spray from her bag to clean his wound. Looking at the wound on his hand, her heart felt as if it was being eaten by thousands of ants, and it hurt so badly.

"Mama, he's going that way." Little Ivan took the OK bandage from Yan Chuyan's hand and pasted it on the wound himself, pointed to the direction ahead, and said firmly.

"Okay, let's go, I'll hug you." Yan Chuyan put the big and small bags of children's clothes in one hand, and hugged Ivan with one hand.

The little guy is now four years old, and it is a bit heavy to hold. She walked forward slowly.

Along the way, little Ivan pointed the way for her like a navigator, and she came to a high tower without knowing it.

Yan Chuyan stood at the bottom of the tower, put little Ivan down, walked out and looked up at the top of the tower, the bottle of five flavors in her heart was instantly overturned.

Does Beiming Haoting know that she has been waiting for him here?
"Ma Ma, he's up there, look!" Little Ivan has good eyesight, and the man standing on the [-]-meter-high tower is clearly reflected in his dark eyeballs at this moment.

Yan Chuyan raised her head and looked. There was only a small dot on the top of the tower, so she couldn't see the man's appearance clearly.

After a while, she led little Ivan to the top of the tower by elevator.

High up, the wind of early autumn was chilly, and the bright sunshine in the morning shone on the man's stern back, which was a little out of harmony.

She clenched her fists tightly. Due to excessive tension and fear, her sharp nails sank into the flesh of her palm, but she didn't feel any pain.

The picture in front of her seemed to be still, and the autumn wind brushed her cheeks, making her hair messy.

"Beiming Haoting." She raised her footsteps and led little Ivan closer step by step.

"Is it really you? Why haven't you come back to see me for so many years?"

(End of this chapter)