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I almost couldn't help shaking.

The hand that was holding me suddenly let go, the man frowned, his eyes swept across my body from head to toe, and then fell on Paul in doubt, passing Vito with an inexplicable face, and soon, he glanced at me again.

"Sorry," he said, "I got the wrong person."

I stood there blankly, watching him turn around.

The tension on Paul's face faded away after he left. He opened his mouth and said nothing at last. He threw the pole for Vito, looked back at me, and turned back again.

I'm still standing there.

Lan Qing walked to Yan Minglang's side, glanced in my direction, then turned back, not knowing what to say to him.Yan Minglang didn't respond, and walked straight forward, Lan Qing quickly chased after him.

I watched them circle the pond and end up sitting across from us.

Paul looked at me again and asked, "Shall we go back first?"

Vito also raised his face.I couldn't bear to let him down, not to mention that Yan Minglang didn't recognize me anymore, so I sat down again and smiled at him: "It's okay, let's continue."

I looked at the black fishing rod in my hand, but my eyes always turned to the opposite side involuntarily.

There are five or six of them together, but it seems that there is no Chen Lun.

I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell.

Fishing was boring for me, Vito had a lot of fun.He caught a big fish weighing four to five catties and held it in his arms proudly. He asked me to take many photos of him.

When we packed up our things and went out, we ran into Yan Minglang and his party again.Lan Qing looked at me twice, and he didn't recognize me, but I could feel a kind of hostility in his eyes.

I glanced at them, turned my head away, and hurried on.

Vito lay on my shoulder and suddenly said: "Dad, that uncle looks like you before." I knew he was talking about Lan Qing, he had seen my previous photos.

I paused, didn't dare to look back, didn't speak, and continued to walk forward.

"and many more."

It was Yan Minglang's voice. Paul looked at me uneasily.

I turned a deaf ear to it and just wanted to hug Vito and get on the car quickly, but a series of hurried footsteps came from behind. Yan Minglang quickly stood in front of us. He looked down at me. I couldn’t see his expression clearly from the angle of the backlight. , I didn't look up.

He didn't speak, just stared at me like that, I finally couldn't take it anymore, and said coldly: "Please step aside, sir."

Yan Minglang was shocked, and said in disbelief, "Shaw?"

I said coldly, "Do you have any advice, Mr. Yan?"

I have long expected the possibility of seeing each other again. After all, no matter how big this city is, if I stay here for a whole year, it is impossible not to meet each other.It's just that I didn't expect it to be so fast.

What surprised me even more was that Yan Minglang seemed to be deeply shocked, his body trembled slightly, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Vito hugged my neck anxiously and whispered, "Dad, he looks weird, let's go quickly."

I think Vito must have regarded him as a pervert.

I couldn't help laughing at the child's words, I patted his head, gave Paul a look, walked around Yan Minglang and was about to leave.

He suddenly grabbed my arm.

"Dad?" he asked coldly.

For a moment, my heart constricted.But soon, I calmed down.He has absolutely no idea where Vito is coming from, so I don't have to cringe at all.

"Mr. Yan, please let go."

He turned around and asked me in a deep voice, "Is this your son?"

I nodded nonchalantly.

I frowned as the hand gripped my arm harder and harder.

Paul raised his hand and pressed Yan Minglang's wrist: "Mr. Yan, please let go of Shaw."

Yan Minglang glanced at him, took a deep breath suddenly, closed his eyes, and let go of my arm.

I turned around, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Lan Qing, who had a gloomy face, and walked quickly towards Paul's car.When our car drove away, Yan Minglang was still standing at the gate of the fishing ground, like a sculpture.

It's really...inexplicable.

At night, Vito pestered me to tell him bedtime stories.I turned on the warm light by the bed and took a book of fairy tales. Vito was in my arms, very quiet, but he couldn't fall asleep.A few times I thought he was asleep, but when I turned around, he kept staring at the book in my hand.

An hour later, I closed the storybook, put it on the bedside table, and lay on the bed with Vito in my arms.

I turned to face him and asked, "Tell Dad, what are you thinking?"

The big eyes flickered, and Vito's expression was a little disturbed.

I sighed softly: "Vito, what can't you say to Dad? There are some things that Dad doesn't know how to explain to you, but Dad wants to know what Vito is thinking in his heart."

His eyes moved back and forth, and he hesitated for a long time before asking me: "What is the relationship between that gentleman and Dad today?"

As if nothing had happened, I raised my hand and combed his soft hair: "Why do you ask that?"

"The way he looked at Dad...was weird."

I smiled: "It's my father's old acquaintance."

He was silent for a while, and said hesitantly, "I think...his eyes look very sad..."

sad?I don't quite understand why Vito thinks so.A child is the most delicate and sensitive, but I'm not sure he understands the meaning of "sorrow".

Maybe he just used the wrong words.

I raised my index finger and tapped his head gently: "Just because of this? Well, stop thinking about it, it's all in the past, and it's not a big deal. Dad doesn't want to talk about it for the time being, okay?"

He nodded and said solemnly: "I understand, dad also has his privacy."

I covered his eyes with a smile: "Okay, go to sleep. Good night baby."

"Good night, Dad."

He pulled down my hand, but didn't open his eyes. After a few minutes, he fell asleep with even breathing.

Vito is like an angel, especially when he is asleep.The long eyelashes are like two small black brushes, the bridge of the nose is straight, the wings of the nose move slightly with the breathing, the small pink lips smack occasionally, I don't know what a good dream I am having.

I don't know why, since I have Vito, my life has been full of emotions, just looking at his peaceful sleeping face like this, inexplicably, my heart is soft and makes people want to cry.

Meeting Yan Minglang unexpectedly, I didn't take it too seriously.

Six years have passed, and I am no longer who I was back then, and I don't care how he looks at me now, but whether it is him or Lan Qing, there is a weird atmosphere, which makes me feel a little uneasy.

But I didn't expect that I saw him again the next evening.

I was walking downstairs in the garden with Vito.

When he came over, I froze for a moment.I didn't expect him to find out where I lived so quickly, and this high-end community has very strict security measures and won't let outsiders enter easily.But I thought about it again, with Yan Minglang's wealth, it's not surprising that he has one or two houses here.

Vito pulled my hand nervously, raised his head and called me: "Dad..."

I lowered my head and smiled at him reassuringly, and when I looked up again, Yan Minglang had already walked in front of us.

Although I knew he wouldn't doubt Vito's background, I subconsciously kept him behind.However, Yan Minglang's attention was not given to Vito, I was somewhat relieved, so I didn't pay much attention to his burning eyes staring at me.

"Do you have time, let's talk."

Although I don't want to talk to him at all, I know that this is inevitable. Even if I hide once, there is always a chance to meet again. As long as he wants to, as long as I am still in country Z, I cannot avoid it at all.

I nodded.

"Let's go," he said.

"Let's talk about it here."

He looked at me unhappily for a while, and finally sat down on the bench in the garden without saying anything.

I knelt down and said to Vito: "Dad, talk to this gentleman, you can play for a while, just where Dad can see, don't run away, you know?"

He nodded obediently, glanced at Yan Minglang, and then walked towards a swing not far away.

I walked to the bench and sat down with a distance of one meter from Yan Minglang.

I looked at Vito and said, "What does Mr. Yan want to talk about?"

Yan Minglang didn't speak, but he also looked forward, his gaze inadvertently fell on Vito.

I frowned: "Mr. Yan."

He turned his head to look at me, he seemed not quite used to my current appearance, looked me up and down a few times, and asked, "Have you had plastic surgery?"

I almost rolled my eyes: "It's been so many years, it's normal for some changes."

He thought for a while, then nodded: "Six years ago, you were almost a child."

I sneered in my heart, I really wanted to say that you didn't treat me like a child at all when you did those things to me back then, so I shrugged and turned my eyes away.

He buckled the bench with his fingers, obviously agitated.

"Have you been back to Melbourne in recent years?" Although he used interrogative sentences, his tone was very firm, "Did Chen Jin arrange for you to secretly return to China?"

"Secretly?" I raised my eyebrows, "Mr. Yan's wording is not appropriate."

"He clearly knows that I..." After a pause, Yan Minglang stopped talking, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette in his hand, and after smoking half a cigarette, he continued, "Are you married?" gone?"

I did not answer his question.

Yan Minglang was smoking a cigarette, looking at Vito with cold eyes.

I finally couldn't bear it anymore and stood in front of him, blocking his view.

"Mr. Yan," I frowned and looked down at him with displeasure, "We broke up six years ago, and we have nothing to do with each other in these six years and beyond. If you wish, I don't care. Sit down and chat with you like an old friend, but please don't have any ill will towards Vito, he has nothing to do with you...and our grievances."

His face turns green and then pale, obviously my words are not useful to him, but at this time I am no longer subject to him because of that marriage and my love, I don't need to care about his mood at all.

long silence.

Just when I thought he was going to explode, he suddenly grabbed my hand and asked, "Have you grown taller?"

I was so confused by his out-of-the-box thinking, I couldn't react for a while, and even forgot to withdraw my hand.He took the opportunity to tug on me and pulled me into his arms. He squeezed my chin and said softly, "Shaw, letting you escape for six years is already the greatest kindness I have shown you."

I looked at him incredulously, does this man know what he is talking about?Back then it was clear that he broke up with me on his own initiative, but now he says I was "running away"?

If I really want to talk about running away, I'm just running away from the little nostalgia and feelings I have for him!

His scorching and focused eyes made me tremble with fear, and his every move and every word and deed were so unreasonable.

I withdrew my hand, so hard I almost fell on the grass behind me.The soft little hands tried their best to support my body. Vito ran over at some point, and his small body blocked Yan Minglang and me. He roared like an enraged little animal.

"Stay away from my dad, you pervert!"