chapter 4 Why are you back again?

After the plane landed, Waylon York quickly walked out of the airport and saw a very familiar middle-aged man.

"Mr. Siers!"

After seeing Waylon York, this man bowed ninety degrees and addressed her respectfully.

This scene stunned the surrounding passengers.

"Who is that? Am I right? Is it Juno Sutton in Quintoria ?"

"Juno Sutton is actually bowing to a young man? Could he be a big shot from the capital?"

"My God, Juno Sutton has always been arrogant and arrogant. Who can deserve such a gift from him? This young man is incredible..."

Waylon York laughed and got into Juno Sutton's Maybach.

Elyna Shawshank, who had just walked out of the airport gate, saw a luxurious Maybach speeding past him, and vaguely saw a familiar figure from the window.

"Huh? I must have seen it wrong."

Elyna Shawshank laughed at himself, how could that down-and-out family who just came out of the mountains afford such a luxury car?

The life of Juno Sutton , the richest man in Quintoria , is full of legend. It is no exaggeration to describe it as ups and downs.

He was once framed by his enemies and was poisoned. In order to survive, he spent all his family property to find a place to stay at the Nebula Clinic.

During the two years when he worked as a gardener in Sumeru Peak, Waylon York took good care of him. It was entirely due to Waylon York that the toxins in his body were eliminated.

The young Waylon York is equivalent to his reborn parent.

It was also in those two years that Juno Sutton saw the world in Sumeru Peak and knew that his achievements were nothing compared to the people there.

"Mr. Sutton, I'm really troubling you. You even came to the airport to pick me up."

Waylon York smiled and said.

"Mr. Siers, you are too polite. This is what I should do!"

Juno Sutton laughed and said, "This is the gift I prepared for Mr. Siers, two kilograms of royal tribute Dahongpao that has been stored for thirty years. I know Mr. Siers likes tea, and I hope Mr. Siers will accept it."

Waylon York patted the tea cube wrapped in ordinary oil paper. Thinking of his adoptive father who also loved tea, he nodded with satisfaction.

In Whitestone Alley, eight years have passed and many things have not changed.

On the bluestone pavement, in the Moony Creak opposite, the water flows gurglingly, accompanied by a familiar accent.

Everything is as it is in memory.

Not far from his home, Waylon York got out of the car, carrying a piece of tea, and recalled the days when he and a large group of children fished and caught shrimps in the stream.

It was still an old and dilapidated courtyard. Under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, a middle-aged man held a cigarette and looked at a BMW 3 Series parked in the courtyard expressionlessly, as if he was disgusted with this car. The car occupied the place where I used to smoke and drink tea.

"Cough cough cough..."

The middle-aged man Cao Zheng sighed, took a long puff of low-quality cigarettes, and then coughed violently.

"If you are not in good health, you should smoke less. You are over 50 years old, and you are still so willful?"

With tears in his eyes, Waylon York walked around the BMW, stood in front of Cao Zheng, and whispered a reminder.

It's not an accusation, just some excitement and emotion.

Eight years.

Finally home.

"I am happy with it, but do you want you to take care of it?"

Zayn Cabell didn't react for a short time. After pouting and choking back, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

When he suddenly turned his head, he happened to see that familiar face.

There is also the body that has become strong and straight after eight years of ups and downs.

"Ask, Waylon?"

Zayn Cabell raised his hand and slapped himself, as if he was dreaming, but the pain was so real.

Waylon York looked at Zayn Cabell with a smile, put his hand on his face and patted it twice: "Why, I don't recognize your son anymore?"

Zayn Cabell felt the touch of his palm, looked at it blankly for several times, and finally raised his head and laughed.

"Good boy, you finally remembered your father! I thought you would never come back in this life?"

Cao Zheng met Waylon York's left chest and punched him on the spot.

Waylon York smiled broadly and stood still.

If it were in the past, who would have dared to treat Waylon York like this, he would have fallen to the ground long ago, blowing out the lamp and pulling out the wax.

After all, the first half of Waylon York body is a restricted area.

No one can come near him unless he agrees.

"Are there guests at home today?"

Waylon York glanced at the BMW parked under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and asked with a smile.

Zayn Cabell waved his hand, shook his head and sighed: "Meryl's boyfriend is getting engaged. I invited your Wynster over today. I want him to be the betrothed person and discuss the engagement."

"We are preparing dinner in the house, and your adoptive Betty's friends are all there. I can't get used to it, so I came out to greet you Wynster. I didn't expect to welcome you, the boy."

Wynster is a Chinese scholar who came out of Whitestone Alley. He retired in the past few years and returned to Whitestone Alley to live a life of idle clouds and wild cranes. Whenever the folks in the village had anything to do, they would come to him to socialize. He felt that it was a good face. Uncle Wen was also happy to help.

Waylon York touched his chin and was slightly surprised. He really didn't expect that the timing was such a coincidence.

"Zayn, this room is so busy, and you don't even say anything about helping with a plate or a bowl, but you just hide and smoke! Are you as father-like as you are?"

While the two were talking, a middle-aged woman walked out of the room with a smile on her face. The moment she saw Waylon York, she suddenly became weird, surprised and embarrassed.

But these emotions turned into deep disgust after seeing what Waylon York was wearing.

"Betty!"

Waylon York nodded and greeted with a smile.

Betty Betty Winston was stunned for a long time before she finally realized: "Waylon York? Why are you back again?"

Following Betty Winston's exclamation, all the middle-aged women in the room were attracted and looked over.

"Is this? Zayn's godson is back."

"Think about it, you've been gone for seven or eight years, right?"

"Looking at what he's wearing, it looks like he hasn't changed his clothes in so many years."

"Keep your voice down. He was taken away by a Taoist priest back then. He probably lived a miserable life."

There was a murmur.

What these old ladies are usually good at is chatting away, and now they even revealed all the past events.

"Zayn is still brooding over Meryl Cabell failure to marry his godson until now. He didn't expect that this guy will come back sooner or later. But Meryl Cabell is getting engaged. Should he come out? Are you here to steal your bride?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Meryl Cabell has found a good family, and his fiancé is excellent in every aspect. Look at Zayn, his godson, who is so poor that he doesn't have any clothes. How can he compare with others?"

One word from you, one word from her.

The atmosphere that was supposed to be festive felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on the head, which was weird and abnormal.

After hearing these words, Betty Winston's expression changed again and again. Looking at Waylon York's expression, she became even more disgusted.