Chapter 8 Returning the Child to the Father

Five years later.

Kyoto Airport.

Su Bei was wearing a long beige trench coat, slender high heels, maroon curly hair draped over her shoulders, carrying her suitcase and looking at the unfamiliar and familiar clouds in the sky.

She was only eighteen years old when she left, and she was already a twenty-three-year-old woman when she came back. The baby fat was removed from her tender face, and she became a little more mature and graceful.

Next to her was a small breastfeeding bag in formal clothes, about four years old, with a slightly cold face that was beginning to take shape, with her thin lips slightly pursed, she followed closely behind Su Bei.

"Dabao, Xiaobei!" A figure rushed over and hugged Su Bei.

Seeing her former best friend Lin Moli, Su Beiyang embraced her.

After Lin Moli separated from her, she couldn't wait to lower her head to look at Dabao, and said in amazement, "Xiao Bei, your Dabao is more handsome and prettier than in the video!"

"That's right, don't even look at who gave birth to the son." Su Bei said with a smile.

"Hello, little mom." Dabao raised his face to say hello, and continued to be cold.

Lin Moli gave a thumbs up: "Yes, bossy demeanor."

Dabao showed a face-saving smile, and then resumed his poker face again.

Lin Moli couldn't help shaking her head for Su Bei. It was a pity that they were originally twins, but unfortunately, the other child died when he was born. If the child was still there...

Su Bei smiled, Da Bao was already very young, and he really had the demeanor of his father. With his appearance, Su Bei was unable to shake Lu Heting's face away from his mind.

However, Lu Heting is not a boss, just a driver of the Lu family.

Lin Moli greeted Su Bei and Dabao and took a seat in a cafeteria.

Dabao is very sensible to pick up meals by himself.

As soon as Lin Moli sat down, she whispered, "When you come back this time, do you really intend to return the big treasure to that man?"

"I don't have to choose." Subei's voice fell for a while and then rose again, "He is Dabao's father, and is the most suitable relative to take care of him when he grows up."

"Is there really nothing you can do about your illness?" Lin Moli asked distressedly.

"It's only a year away from advanced gastric cancer. I don't want to waste time on useless things. This year, I will try to earn as much money as possible so that the rest of their lives can be easier for their father and son." The smile seems to have put the grief of illness behind.

On the surface, the cloud is light and the wind is light, and the pain behind it is unknown to outsiders.

Lin Moli didn't know what to say for a while, and silently put a bowl of light porridge in front of her, "I already sent him the divorce agreement back then. So I don't know if he has a family now... …”

"So I have to ask you to help me take care of Dabao in the past few days, and I also need to understand it first. If he has remarried and has children, I will not disturb him. If he hasn't, he is willing to take it upon himself. For this responsibility, I also need to investigate him to see if he has any bad character problems, after all, Dabao will live with him for so many years in the future." Before Su Bei came back, he had already considered everything clearly.

"Leave Dabao to me, anyway, I'm an unemployed young man recently, so I have time." Lin Moli said honestly, throwing out a bunch of keys, "The house you asked me to buy for you is also ready."

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[Advanced gastric cancer is misdiagnosis, misdiagnosis, misdiagnosis, important things are said three times]