In the name of father

In the next few days, Xiao Mo found that the worry that the two stinky children would stick to him and get in his way was completely unnecessary, because Xiao Yan and Xiao Yan had already made their travel plan on the night when the air ticket was booked—and visually inspected the plan. Xiao Mo didn't seem to be included in the plan.

While Xiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, he was also a little uncomfortable realizing the fact that he had no status.

The day before departure, the Xiao family stayed almost all night—because for some reason, the young master of the Xiao family seemed to have contracted a cold and developed a persistent low-grade fever. Xiao Yan was originally a quiet child, so in After he fell ill and felt uncomfortable, he became even more reticent... That night, when Xiao Mo received a call from the hotel to confirm the reservation information, the elder brother of the twins was curled up barefoot in the corner of the sofa, calmly using A pair of slightly reddish amber eyes looked at him silently.

Xiao Mo: "Number of guests? There may be an accident on my side, so please help me with the number of occupants—"

Xiao Yan: "..."

Xiao Mo: "..."

Room Department: "Hello? How are you? ——Mr. Xiao, are you there?"

Xiao Mo: "...I'm here, please help me to fill in the number of occupants as three people in the information form—yes, me and our two sons, thank you."

At this point, Xiao Mo finally realized that he was still too young to be able to arrive in Hong Kong smoothly.

After hanging up the phone, he stood up and found a pair of fluffy slippers for Xiao Yan to put on Xiao Yan's cold feet. Xiao Mo stood up and glanced at Xiao Yan who was nestled on the other side of the sofa and was playing PSP lively. The latter seemed to feel his Looking up, he raised his head and gave him a big white eye very naturally: "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Mo thought for a while, but still asked: "Your brother has a cold, why are you alright when you are with him all the time?"

Xiao Yan suddenly pressed the game to pause, and stared dangerously at Xiao Mo's face from above the PSP: "Old man, your regretful tone makes me want to throw the PSP in your face."

"I'm just curious," Xiao Mo turned around unhurriedly, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Xiao Yan. With a sigh of relief, he still held the teacup and looked at Xiao Mo with those hazy eyes due to illness. Xiao Mo paused, raised his hand and pinched his earlobe, "That's right, I heard that idiots don't catch colds." of."

After the man finished speaking, he blinked and opened his hand to accurately catch the PSP flying towards him.

……

The next day, Xiao Qi was still driving, and they got into the car leading to the airport - the stretched luxury car of Xiao's family was too conspicuous, and there were many people at the airport, so this time Xiao Qi deliberately only drove that car The black Land Rover came out, and Xiao Mo looked back and forth along the way, and there were several low-key black cars that kept a close distance from them, surrounding their cars in a protective attitude.

When Xiao Mo and the others' cars arrived at the airport, those cars also disappeared without a sound, and replaced by a large group of bodyguards in plain clothes—and those in black suits with sunglasses and earphones on the TV. The bodyguards are not the same, they don't wear suits everywhere like Xiao Qi, but they are disguised as tourists and scattered within ten meters around Xiao Mo in twos and threes.

These are all veterans who have received regular military training, so their every move is very professional - so professional that Xiao Mo feels that his trip is as solemn as the president of a certain country visiting abroad.

When I got on the plane, the seats were not too crowded because it was first class, especially for a child who was not yet fully developed—so Xiao Yan, who didn’t sleep well last night and just took cold medicine with sleeping ingredients As soon as he touched the chair, he immediately fell into a light sleep. The stewardess brought a blanket, Xiao Mo personally covered Xiao Yan, and then sat back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Although very tired, Xiao Mo knew that it was impossible for him to fall asleep.

Ever since he got on the plane, his heart has never stopped beating crazily in his chest, and everything in the past is like someone playing an old movie in his mind.

The old red signboard of the martial arts gym that was almost faded, the sound of sandbags beating from inside the martial arts gym that seemed to never stop and the coach's whistle sounded familiar to an old man in his mind. As if fused together, the figures of the familiar brothers and sisters kept shaking in front of his eyes. Before he set off to compete for the most important piece of gold belt in his life, those were the brothers' sincere blessings and the expectations on their faces...

Yuan Zhen, who was bathed in all these beautiful things at that time, always took it for granted that her future life should be just as beautiful.

Who knew that those auspicious words would become their last conversation.

When the plane took off, Xiao Mo had an unprecedented urge to escape—he was afraid, afraid that the first breath of fresh air after getting off the plane could smell his ashes in it.

It was raining lightly outside the window, and the sky was gloomy. I forgot to check the weather forecast when I left, and I didn’t know if the weather in Hong Kong would be good today... Before the plane flew over the clouds, the rain was blown by the small window at high speed. The flowing air flow blurred, Xiao Mo looked at his own reflection in the window, feeling a little dazed for a moment, his heart was empty, just because he suddenly had a sense of loss that he was neither Xiao Mo nor Yuan Zhen.

"Old man, what do you want to do with the expression of wanting to jump out of the plane?"

Suddenly there was a sound that obviously lowered the volume in his ear, Xiao Mo was slightly startled, subconsciously turned his head back, but unexpectedly his lips touched the soft and warm touch, and the bear boy who was touched by him was also stunned. He frowned, but rarely retracted his head without yelling, but raised his hand and wiped his face with his sleeve in disgust.

Looking at Xiao Yan, Xiao Mo just pursed his lips and smiled, "What are you doing so close to me?"

"Young villain, file a complaint first, who knows that you will suddenly turn around—you can hide in a corner and have fun while eating Lao Tzu's tofu." Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and vaguely pointed at Xiao Yan, whose head was buried under the blanket and breathing shallowly. , the voice of speaking became lower and lower.

Xiao Mo knew what he meant and shut his mouth, but couldn't hold back his hair from being stared at by his left protector's son in silence. The man lazily adjusted his sitting posture, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, trying to warn Xiao Mo. Yan He stared at him like this again and his father was about to scream, but at this moment, he saw Xiao Yan's brows furrowed suddenly.

The young man paused, and watched Xiao Mo lower his voice and said in an almost inaudible volume: "Old man, what's wrong with you?"

"You have the disease."

"What do you want to do when you go to Hong Kong?" Xiao Yan leaned forward, putting one hand on the back of Xiao Mo's seat like a ruffian.

"I miss my old friend."

"Why don't I know what kind of shit old friends you have in Hong Kong?"

"There are so many things you don't know," Xiao Mo's lips remained curved, "Kids don't meddle in their own business."

"I don't want to care about you," Xiao Yan gave him a disdainful look, "I just want to remind you that the expression on your face is so ugly that I think we are going to have a plane crash soon—if you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh, it's worse than crying What do you do with an ugly expression, I will not be with you."

Xiao Mo was stunned by what he said, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face.

Xiao Yan, who was standing above his head, looked at his movements, turned his head and snorted coldly: "But since you often do this, it doesn't matter, after all, I have gotten tired of watching him in the past few years, so I won't have any more desires." The vomiting reaction—"

"I used to do this often?"

"It's your signature expression." Xiao Yan rolled his eyes and sat back on his seat, "I've always wondered why my brother and I look so good-looking but our dad has a bitter face."

Xiao Mo: "..."

There was silence in the cabin for a long time, when Xiao Mo thought that the brat with his back turned to him had already fallen asleep, he suddenly heard the other party say viciously without turning his head: "We are definitely not your own!" !"

If it were an ordinary father, he would probably be sad when he heard this, but at this time Xiao Mo chuckled out loud, probably because his voice startled Xiao Yan who was sitting next to him, and the latter became fascinated He opened his eyes in a daze and glanced at him, and after vaguely seeing the smile on the corner of the man's lips, he closed his eyes quietly again and continued to rest.

Being disturbed by Xiao Yan, Xiao Mo's sad mood was unfortunately dispelled, and he stretched out his hand to pull the blanket for Xiao Yan. When Xiao Mo cast his gaze out of the window again, unexpectedly, This time, he never again felt the urge that his heart was about to break through his chest and jump out at any moment.

He just calmly wants to go back to the place he left off in the first place.

See if they are ok.

That's it.

……

After the plane officially landed, Xiao Yan flashed very quickly. After Xiao Mo woke up Xiao Yan, he realized that the bear child was actually just trying to avoid his brother's getting up. There was still a trace of laziness in his pupils, Xiao Yan rubbed his temples, he seemed to be troubled by the headache that came with the wind and cold, the boy had long and thick eyelashes hanging down like a small fan It seemed to cast a shadow under his pale blue eyes due to lack of sleep——

There was no trace of emotion in his eyes.

When Xiao Mo kindly wanted to help him test his temperature with his hand, before he touched him, the boy ruthlessly reached out to block the man's hand.

Loosening the seat belt and standing up, Xiao Yan lowered his eyes and said a cold and noble sentence——

"Do not touch me".

"...I just want to see if you still have a fever."

"Yes," Xiao Yan let out a long breath, looking impatient, "but I can't die, don't worry."

Little ghosts generally don't know what's good or bad, I will bear it.

Xiao Mo stopped talking.

Xiao Yan took two steps outside, and suddenly stopped as if remembering something, turned around and looked at Xiao Mo, and stared at his father with a puzzled face for a while. Did we have a plane crash while I was asleep or something?"

"Ah?" Xiao Mo felt that these words sounded so familiar, but he couldn't allow himself to think about subconsciously answering, "No."

"Judging from the expression on your face, it's as if we've passed through the gates of hell and survived." A trace of sarcasm appeared on that rare, paralyzed face. After finishing speaking, before Xiao Mo could answer, the Xiao family The young master turned around and left on his own, leaving behind his cheap father who sat pitifully on his seat and was messed up in the wind.

... Xiao Mo wondered if anyone in the first class at this moment recognized him as the boss of the North District of City K. If so, for the sake of his dignity in the future, he might consider the feasibility of killing people to silence him.