The widow is a curse

Chapter 425 Warmth!

on the plane.

The two seats are next to each other.

In Mo Bei's impression, Lin Yin had always been a man of few words.

But this time, on the plane, he talked a lot.

Knowing that Mo Bei was just a single mother, her father, who was a special soldier, passed away not long after she was born.

A trace of distress flashed in Lin Yin's eyes.

"Your mother, she definitely doesn't want you to be a special soldier!"

Mo Bei shook his head lightly, "No, Mom said, as long as I like it, everything is fine, but I have already decided to retire as soon as I finish my service and go home with my mother!" As she spoke, she looked sideways at Lin Yin, "What about you! Are you going to stay in the army forever?!"

Lin Yin took a deep look at her and looked away.

After a long time, he spoke softly.

"No! I have also decided that I will apply for retirement after this peacekeeping mission is over!"

The plane encountered turbulence and fluctuated.

Neither of them spoke again.

After getting off the plane, Lin Yin personally sent Mo Bei to the taxi.

Seeing her car drifting away and merging into the continuous traffic, Lin Yin slightly raised the corners of her lips.

After stopping a taxi, he picked up his luggage and got on it.

"Go to the Bo'ai Orphanage in Dongsi!"

That's right, the orphanage, where he grew up!

He is far inferior to Mo Bei, at least she still has a mother waiting.

And he, apart from going there to see the children and bring them some presents, was left with his cold apartment.

The weather in the twelfth lunar month of winter, the room does not even have heating.

When Lin Yin finally turned the rusty lock and walked in, he suddenly thought of Mo Bei.

Thinking of her red windbreaker fluttering in the cold wind.

Perhaps, leaving the army and returning to the outside world is also a good thing!
Or, he should also fall in love like these ordinary men and women in front of him.

It is deep winter, and the temperature in Beijing is as low as minus ten degrees.

The temperature inside the room was also icy cold, but Lin Yin's heart felt warm.

It was as if the fluttering hem of the red windbreaker was a flame, warming him from the inside out.

Wiping off the thick dust on the phone, he quickly dialed a series of numbers.

"Mo Bei, you're home, okay, it's good to be home, me? I'm fine! I just want to make sure that you've arrived home safely! Goodbye!"

(End of this chapter)