Trafford’s Trading Club

Mommy.

It is a very heavy term in every sense - for a mother, the corresponding term is naturally a child.

It is impossible for a mother to be indifferent when she sees her child - even more desperate if it is still a lost child.

However, the woman held by the child at this time clearly did not show this.

She just looked down at the child and opened her lips slightly, looking quite surprised.

“Is this child two children?” The guard was obviously unresponsive, but, like Song Sakura, discovered that the child was similar to the foreign youth.

“This is not my child.” The woman finally spoke and shook her head. It's just that she looked carefully at the kid's face, and she had this strange feeling in her heart —— strange feeling, “But he...”

She turned to the foreign white youth around her.

Young people probably found something and shook their heads suddenly.

The woman squatted down and held the child's hand, “What's your name, kid? ”

“Paul.” The kid's voice was crisp.

Oh, my God, the kid's finally talking —— you know, after that, no matter how hard the guards and Song Cherry work, they never let the kid talk.

How could this child be so obedient if he was not a close mother?

“Joanne?” The other female guard, who had been sitting at the table, shouted coldly and then stood up: "Are you Joan? I recognize it! I'm a big fan of yours! That movie you were in last year was amazing! ”

“I... thank you.” The woman seemed intent on denying it, but finally admitted it and took off the brown sunglasses on her face.

This is a fairly sophisticated typical Oriental beauty face, and probably because of her youth, she doesn't see much cosmetic powder on her face.

“It's really you!” The female guard was happy to forget the occasion and grabbed her hands directly from Joan's side. "Could you help me photograph it? ”

Joan seemed helpless to look at the foreign youth around him and nodded slightly, "That's okay… but let's get this kid's story straight first. ”

“Oh, right, right!” The guard nodded and said, "So the child is really yours? Then his father..."

The female guard looked consciously at the foreign youth and opened her eyes to say whatever she wanted, without guessing it was already understandable.

“No, this kid really isn't mine.” Joan shook his head at the moment, "although I don't know why he called me that, I hope everyone doesn't take it seriously. ”

“I understand, Miss Joan.” The first guard pulled the female guard in haste at this time, "we won't say anything. And this guy is new to the job. He's a little rude, I hope you don't mind. ”

They are only security guards at the airport, not special police at the airport, and if they are complained of and celebrities complain, it is a hassle.

“Anyway, you have to figure this out. Finally, the foreign youth spoke:" Joan cannot be put in trouble, which will have an impact on her, I hope you understand. ”

Saying, the young man also looked at Song Cherry and Lo Qiu at the same time, still very polite: “I hope you will also understand. ”

Song Cherry thought temporarily - this female star is afraid to get into a scandal, affecting her career, foreign youth are maintaining, but her attitude is good.

As one of the spokespersons of the Song Dynasty Group, don't say a local star, even the royal members of the country are not uncommon, so Song Cherry doesn't really have much interest in this level of things.

“Whatever you do, it's none of my business, and I'm not interested. ”

She shook her head and made her attitude clear, "But isn't it easy to figure it out? Now that the kid has said his name, why don't you just start a radio shout? Must have been in a hurry to get rid of the kids, huh? Isn't that when the truth comes out? ”

“Right, right, right! How could I forget this? I'll do it right away!” The guard nodded quickly.

So the sound of the broadcast in the airport quickly rang, Joan and the foreign youth sat down, and Song Cherry had planned to leave, but only to see Rochu pour Paul a glass of warm water at this moment.

Speaking of which, on such a cold day, so many people didn't even remember to pour the child a glass of water or anything... Song Cherry suddenly got a little blushed.

Because Joan directly denied that it was Paul's mother, and stayed away from Paul at this point - leaving Paul alone in the chair.

But the kid quickly ran off the chair and took off his backpack - he kept carrying a cartoon-shaped schoolbag.

Books and crayons.

Paul lay directly on the chair and applied a crayon to the album —— beside it, the two guards had turned on the radio cue.

The guards probably saw that Paul already had 'enthusiasts’ to take care of him, and at this point they surrounded Joan quite enthusiastically.

“Who are these people...” Song Cherry frowned, obviously not used to seeing such people.

She leaned against the wall, shook her head and sighed uncomfortably before looking at Rochu. Nor did she say anything when she saw Rocciu, but she stood very quietly by Paul and looked down at what Paul was drawing.

Song Cherry also looked curiously.

It's just a simple drawing.

I remember, but all kindergarten-age children like to draw.

A circle and rays represent the sun, and below is a green meadow, with a few flowers painted next to it, flowers the size of a house, a big, small couple in the middle, holding hands.

Paul himself and his mother, I presume?

“How come there's only two people?” Song Cherry stunned to see something. He squatted beside Paul curiously and asked softly: “Paul right... where's your father? Why are you just painting Mom? ”

She's really just curious.

Just that Song Cherry didn't think of it, and after that, Paul dropped the brush and covered his ears in horror, squatting to the ground in horror, and Cerser trembled.

“I didn't do anything!” Song Cherry stood up in a panic and opened his hands and looked at Lo Qiu, “I just asked a question, didn't I? What should we do?”

“Let me do it.” Rochu said softly, then picked up the picture book on the chair and took a look.

Then he looked at the crayon bag, and he jumped out of it an orange red, and then he squatted down next to Paul, "Won't the sun paint? ”

Paul didn't respond, but squatted tightly with his ears covered.

And Rochu said softly, "If the sun doesn't paint, it will be cold, so will you and your mother on the grass. Aren't you afraid of the cold? ”

The child gradually loosened his hands to cover his ears, opened his eyes and nodded where he had been frightened.

So Rocciu sent the book and the crayon to Paul.

After the child picked it up, he began to lie down on the chair and apply it with a crayon, while Rochu continued to watch quietly.

You really should have a good temper... Song Sakura so thought, if you change yourself, you are really not very good at children.

This guy would be a great dad if he had kids in the future... right?

Song Cherry suddenly got a little distracted.

……

And Joan on the other side, he's actually been looking at the child —— at least with a glimpse.

The two guards asked questions about gossip, and Joan responded without a word, not overzealously in general, to maintain his image as a public figure, I'm afraid.

“Excuse me for a moment, I'm going to the bathroom.” Joanne said suddenly at this point, "And make up for it. ”

The foreign youth next door, didn't Joan just go... after getting off the plane.

But he reacted quickly, which should be to avoid these two ‘enthusiastic’ guards.

“I'll go with you.” Foreign youth smile at this moment.

Joan said, "No, you can prove it later if the child's parents come. ”

To be sure, foreign youth quickly nodded their heads.

The two guards did not say anything about Joanne's temporary departure - or reacted, the ‘enthusiasm’ of their own is probably inappropriate.

The two guards did not speak, and the security room suddenly became quiet.

And then suddenly, the little song sounded -- the naive voice.

Paul was singing an unknown little song, painting his own painting.

Nice song... at least that's what Song Cherry thinks. And when kids are humming, their voices are so crisp that they have a different flavor.

“This song...”

But at this time, the sitting foreign youth did not know when to come and looked surprised… or incredible, or even a little excited.

He even ignored the others and grabbed the child's drawing arm, “Where did you hear this song?! ”

I'm afraid the appearance of the foreign youth is too frightening, and now it scares the child back to the same fearful state he was in.

“This…” foreign youth also have some regrets at this time.

“Does this song matter?” Rochu suddenly asked.

Foreign youth suddenly blushed.

Lo Qiu ignored it, just picked up the crayon that the child was still on the ground because of panic, and at the same time held the child up, softly said: "Go over there, sit comfortably there. ”

That's where the guards are sitting at work.

Looking at Lo Qiu pacifying the child, Song Cherry frowned and looked at the foreign youth, unhappy: “I said what's wrong with you, what is a grown man trying to scare the child into doing? ”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.” The foreign young man looked at Paul with an apology at the moment and stopped saying, "It's just... it's just a song the kid just hummed...”

“What's wrong with you? I think it sounds good, huh? What's the problem? ”

Foreign youth looked at the crowd, afraid that they would be able to calm their anger without giving an explanation, and now they had to sigh, “If you don't tell me, I am actually a composer. This song the kid just sang... this song...”

“Is there a problem with this song?” The guard asked curiously.

Foreign youth bit their teeth: “I'm writing a new song, but I only wrote a beginning, and the rest can't go on anyway. But the song the kid hummed... it's exactly the same as I wrote before. But back there... how is that possible! I clearly wrote less than a third! ”

“Is this... a so-called creative car crash?” The female guard reacted quickly: “Isn't that something that happens all the time? Eighty-nine out of ten TV shows, for example, are almost one script... the songs, many of the songs are quite similar in the beginning. ”

“Probably.” Foreign youth nodded.

He understands that one of his adults, if he doesn't let go of the child, is already a moral problem. It's just that he doesn't feel comfortable with it, and it's impossible to be completely identical to the idea of a car crash... this beginning part.

And style!

The song the kid hummed, the style immediately after, is obviously so familiar to him... it feels like he wrote it himself!

But even though the matter was calmed down in front of him, foreign youth probably felt ashamed and embarrassed to stay here, so he quickly said: "I... I'll wash my face too, if you'll excuse me. ”

When the two guards saw the expatriate youth and left, the female guard suddenly whispered: "Why are they both running away on excuses? ”

“Who knows...” The guard shrugged his shoulder and shot him in the eye.

Turns out he had his hand under the table, and he had a cell phone —— a cell phone -- and he took pictures of Joan's foreign youth, and Paul the kid.

The female guard opened her mouth and the guard made a quiet gesture. "Don't talk! ”

She nodded a little - after all, it was just a new job, and the old man in front of her was really not guilty.

“Strange, though, isn't it? It's been a while. Why hasn't anyone claimed this child yet?” The female guard is puzzled: “There's no news from the main station, didn't nobody ask... I said," Brother, can this child really belong to Joan and foreigners? "”

“Well… it does look quite similar.” The guard man is now staring at the photo on the phone screen.

……

……

“The guard room had a child named Paul, about seven years old, who was asked to contact the staff as soon as the parents of the child had heard the broadcast. ”

Han Bingjiang stopped and looked at Joan, “Paul, is that your child's name? Turns out it was room 47. No wonder we didn't find that room. Turns out those two guys went to room 47. Shall we hurry, Miss Joan? ”

“Okay.” Joanne seemed to put down her big stone and have a smile on her face.

Just walking down the aisle in the bathroom, Joanne suddenly said, "Can you hold on a second? I want to get my makeup done. Anyway, I found the kids, so I'm not in a hurry. ”

Without Han Bingjiang's reaction, Joan walked straight into the ladies' room.

Han Bingjiang shook his head... at this time, he needed to make up or something. These stars are enough.

At this time, just in the middle of the night, nobody in the neighborhood... Han Bingjiang looked around, suddenly the smoke addiction came, thought to sneak into the toilet and smoke one - anyway, the matches I used, I secretly carried them with me, smuggled them in.

But as Han Bingjiang quietly walked into the men's toilet to set it on fire, he suddenly saw who was walking towards him behind the mirror.

Han Bingjiang suddenly put matches and cigarettes in his pocket and turned around - yet he saw Joan.

“Miss Joan, how are you...”

I just saw Joan holding the floor tow, and at this time, with the wooden handle towed there, he hit the head of Han Bingjiang hard... on her face, extremely ruthless!