Xia Xinnian's heart seemed to have been plucked away, and she walked upstairs in a daze.

She knew that she had lost her innocence, and that her grandfather would never believe her again. In the eyes of outsiders, she did all of this because she was unfaithful and unclean, and she betrayed He Jiaxuan.

She is a victim, but she still has to bear the stigma of all this. Those two people's wishful thinking is really good.

Xia Xinnian went downstairs with the box, like a doll who lost her soul, lifeless.

She was really not reconciled to letting her leave like this.

However, if she doesn't leave, is she going to stay and watch this pair of scumbags show their love for each other?

Want to wait to drink their wedding wine?

Thinking about it, she felt nauseous, extremely sick.

Therefore, the only thing she can do is to choose to leave, to leave these two terrible people.

Five years later! On an international flight departing from the international airport of country f, in the first class cabin.

A small red ball fell from the hand of a beautiful and delicate boy, rolling on the high-grade carpet.

Seeing this, the little boy blinked his big black eyes. Seeing that his favorite little ball was about to run away, he turned his head and glanced at the sweet young woman sleeping next to him, and secretly unbuckled his seat belt. With a shake of his short legs, he jumped off.

Then he ran after the little ball that rolled away.

Not long after the little boy ran away, suddenly, an old lady pushed a tall man sitting next to her hard, and reminded him loudly: "Sir, your son ran away, bring him back quickly, it is very dangerous to run around on the plane."

The man who was pushed by the old lady was tall, handsome, and extremely dignified.

Jimucheng turned his face sideways, glanced at the old lady beside him indifferently, and said in a low and indifferent voice: "He is not my son, you called the wrong person!"

"Ah, isn't it?"

The old lady had a surprised expression on her face: "But you are clearly like the big and small versions, you are almost carved out of the same mold."

Jimucheng's sexy and beautiful lips twitched. He didn't even have a woman. Where did he get his son?

"Ouch!"

A childish voice came from not far away, it seemed that he was trying to pick up his little ball, but he bumped into it, and immediately a voice of concern from an adult sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a flight attendant came to help, and led the little boy who was holding the little ball forward, while caring about the child's condition.

When the little boy shook his head and spoke English in a tender tone, he said he was fine.

The beautiful stewardess took the little boy's hand, walked to Jimucheng's side, and reminded with a smile: "Sir, please take good care of your son. Children are not allowed to run around on the plane."

Jimucheng raised his head a little irritably, trying to explain the misunderstanding to the stewardess, but he didn't expect to see a delicate and lovely little face first, with a plump forehead covered by thick black and thick Liuhai, a pair of beautiful big eyes, shining like stars, a small and pretty little nose, the shape is perfect, a pair of thin and bright red mouths slightly pursed, looking like four or five years old, but the whole gave Jimucheng a kind of astonishing perfection.

"Sir, please take care of your son!"

The stewardess was also amazed by Jimucheng's handsome face, and she blushed and reminded her softly.

"He's not my daddy, I don't have a daddy!"

The little guy spoke first and resolved the embarrassment.

The moment Jimucheng heard him say that he had no father, he felt sorry for him inexplicably. JrNovels.com