Chapter 2 - Downey [Edited®]

Just as she was thinking about the next thing, a child's cry rang in the first-class cabin.

Customers who take first-class cabins are generally wealthy and self-reliant. They seldom do anything to dazzle others on such occasions because no one knows whether the big company is sitting next to them. A person in power or a big man who can make Wall Street tremble with just a sneeze. After all, these days, private jets were not as common as they were two decades later.

However, it was a child who made the noise, and for the sake of a gentleman's demeanor, he could only keep his unhappiness in his heart.

The sound came not far behind Laila, so she could see clearly. It was a two or three-year-old boy with beautiful dark hair dressed like a little gentleman, obviously from a wealthy family. If you ignore the embarrassing tears and nose on his little face at this time, he will be a cute little boy.

Sitting next to the boy was a man who reprimands him. The man didn't slow down because of the boy's pitiful appearance. He seemed to be upset by the cry, and his reprimand gradually became louder.

"Shut up, Indio! Am sick of your mother's nagging at home, do you want me to listen to your noise outside?" The boy seemed to be frightened. He wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry. He can only silently wiped his tears.

In the previous life, Laila was not married and had no children, but a woman's natural motherhood was never lost, especially when she faced such a lovely child.

"Sir, you frightened him." She walked over, interrupting the rude father, who growl more.

"What's up with you! That's my child!" The man turned his head and exclaimed unceremoniously, and the strong alcohol in his mouth immediately spit out.

It turned out to be him!

When the man turned his head, Laila recognized him. She didn't expect to meet this person here.

"Mr. Downey, I think your child wants to go to the bathroom. Why can't you talk to him well and satisfy his little request?"

Yes, the man who is spitting alcohol is Robert Downey Jr. 20 years later will be ranked No. 1 on Forbes' global actor rich list with US$80 million, is also a famous Hollywood movie star who became popular all over the world because of Iron Man.

But that was twenty years later, and today's little Robert is still a desperate bastard. If she remembers correctly, next year, in 1997, this man will be sent for compulsory rehabilitation for taking drugs after being arrested and will even be arrested again two years later.

It wasn't until the release of Iron Man in 2008 that the famous Hollywood prodigal son changed and conquered the world with his charm.

Today, Robert Jr. is still a bastard and a bad father, so Laila has no psychological barriers to teach him. What is she afraid of for someone who will be developed in more than ten years?

"You said he wants to go to the bathroom?" Little Robert stared at her with red eyes because of drinking too much alcohol. It gave a very dangerous feeling and made other first-class guests next to him, Seeing the brave girl were worried about whether she will be treated rudely because of her courage.

Laila didn't care about him, squatting in front of the little boy, and asked softly, "May I take you to the bathroom?" The little boy took a peek at his father and nodded when he felt the tenderness of the girl in front of him. It also confirmed the correctness of her words.

Little Robert suffocated. He didn't expect it to be such a trivial matter. In the end, he shouted at the boy in anger, "Go if you want, crying for so long!"

"Is it not because he has an idiot father who doesn't understand him!" Laila spoke unceremoniously, did not dislike the boy's dirty little hands, took him to the bathroom on the plane, and with the help of the stewardess, complete his task and cleaned his little hands and face.

"Thank you." The boy thanked her earnestly. Being polite is distressing.

What kind of environment is necessary to make children only two or three years old be so polite? Thinking of the children of her time, the demon kings of the world, the more she felt pity for the boy.

"Do you want to sit next to me? I have an empty seat." The boy glanced at his father, who had fallen asleep because of alcohol, hesitated and nodded with joy.

So cute.

Laila clutched Xiao Zhengtai's (T/N little boy) cute hand and pulled him to her seat. After the stewardess helped him get a blanket, she told him a story.

"A long, long time ago, there was a beautiful big rock. It was so beautiful that even God fell in love with it and decided to give it life, so it became a big monkey... His master thought he was very smart. He taught him seventy-two ways to transform...that stick is called the golden cudgel..."

Laila was naturally talking about the Journey to the West that every orientalist knew, but it was changed in some small places so that the little boy could understand.

The cry just consumed the boy too much energy, and in her calm and gentle voice, he quickly fell asleep.

"Hi." A strange male voice suddenly greeted her from behind. Laila looked back and saw a young man with an oriental face looking at her with a smile.

"Hi." She smiled back at him. Seeing a familiar eastern face in a distant foreign country made her feel more cordial.

The man stretched out his hand: "My name is Jia Xiaoming. I accidentally heard the story you told him just now. I didn't expect to meet a foreign girl here who knows the story of our country so clearly."

Laila smiled and shook his hand with him: "I like Chinese stories very much. It's beautiful."

"Our scenery is also beautiful. We can go there when you have time."

Laila's eyes flashed vaguely with nostalgia. "Yes, I also hope to have a chance to go there. The Great Wall, the Forbidden City, and the West Lake." Jia Xiaoming looked at her curiously: "You know a lot."

Laila smiled. She knew that in this era, foreign countries were still demonizing the beautiful ancient Oriental country, and she could understand the surprise of the other party. Of course, she would never tell others that she was a person with Western skin but an Eastern soul in her bones.

Jia Xiaoming was very talkative, and the two chatted a lot during the next not-long journey. If he hadn't taken out a sales manager's business card, Laila would have thought he was a tour guide. He could describe almost every place she included in the list of future visits to be beautiful as if not going will be the biggest regret of her life.

"Thank you for your suggestion. I think I will have the opportunity to visit the beautiful places you mentioned."

After the plane landed, Laila said goodbye to Indio and exchanged contact information with Jia Xiaoming. Out of the airport, she got in the car parked on the side of the road.

"Lila dear, you seem to be in a good mood." The woman acting as the driver smiled and looked at her. "Yes, Claire, this was a delightful journey." Laila gave her a hug from behind.

　　Claire hugged her back: "I want to hear your story, but let us finish what we should do before that."