Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

I took a look at the prepared breakfast, took a bottle of happy water from the refrigerator, unscrewed it and took two sips. I felt cold all over. When I walked into the restaurant, I saw frost on the ground outside. I wore a cotton jacket for fear of the cold.

At 7:30, Chen Mo received a call asking him to go directly to the airport and wait. He felt terrible and wanted to curse. Didn’t he know that this was the last flight of the day?

After seeing the phone number, he stopped cursing. Well, Xiao Qin has made it big. He has hooked up with the big boss. Otherwise, how could he get the boss's private number? And use it to make calls?

"Pack up some common items and we'll go to the airport and wait."

On the other side, Qin Ningyan wore a high-necked sweater to cover the scratches and kisses on his neck before going downstairs to eat.

"Come and sit, you want some porridge,"

Lan Xihe behind him rolled his eyes and went about arranging his own affairs. The private jet route applications were a mess.

Lust can blind one's mind. After so many years, they were given a good show of a king not attending court early in the morning. It was really rare.

"Brother Chen urged me to stay here. I can't be too late." His voice was still hoarse. He took a big sip of porridge and burned his tongue.

"Slow down," a pat on the back.

"There's a traffic jam on the road and Old Xing will have to wait a while to get here." Lan Xihe, who was drinking the century egg and lean meat porridge, quickly lowered his head to eat.

Look at this little voice. It was quite enjoyable to listen to yesterday. It was not a bass cannon but a clear and bright youthful voice. When she called me sister, it was so seductive. Now? Why is it like this?

Could it be that Qin Ningyan has grown 1.9 meters tall? Is it the one below? I dare not think about it, I quickly stuffed two buns into my mouth.

Old Xing was forced to stay in his room until half past eight, holding a hot pancake in his hand. Where was he going?

"To the airport,"

"Please drop Lan Xihe off on the way and we'll go to the airport."

"Mr. Dong?" Lan Xihe raised his eyebrows. Should he follow him?

"I'll be back this afternoon, call me if you have anything."

"Okay." She was flattered by the fact that she had spent a huge amount of money to buy a private jet. If nothing else, it was convenient because she didn't have to wait for anyone and she could go anywhere after applying for the flight route. Her eyes were full of envy and she thought he didn't deserve it.

The wind was strong at the airport. Chen Mo, who was sitting in the nanny car, drank a sip of hot milk tea and wished he could eat someone alive. But the person was coming so slowly that he was almost frozen, okay?

"Besides Chen Mo and your assistant, who else will go?" Jiuli asked while handling company matters remotely with a notebook in her hand.

"No, the team is not needed. I guess I won't need a skin care assistant. Chen Mo will arrange something for me and I'll be back soon." He held the person next to him tightly, with a mint in his mouth.

"Well, the weather is not good and the flight may be delayed,"

"Boss, why don't you take An Li and the others with you?" Lao Xing suggested, skillfully turning into the airport's underground parking lot.

"Just bring two," he typed.

He used the communication equipment in the car to ask An Li to bring Xiao San along, looked at the empty space and parked there smoothly.

"Old Xing, wait for me to notify you before coming over."

Qin Ningyan stuffed the notebook in his hand into his bag, got out of the car and stood by the side with his hands on the roof to avoid hitting his head.

"Qin Ningyan," Chen Mo was furious when he saw Qin Ningyan getting off the car. When he noticed the familiar figure with a strong aura next to him, his tone of voice changed.

"Boss? You're going too?" he said in a flattering manner.

"Why not? Where did they pick these variety shows from? Who would go to such a remote place?" He pulled up his schedule and pointed.

"No bird, no shit, right? It's an inn, pretty popular."

"I don't want to hear any nonsense, just follow me and forget about it."

Go directly through the VIP channel and someone will wait for you to take you to the lounge. The three-dimensional face of a European or American man with deep and sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a tall figure, will follow you throughout the whole process.

"Mr. Dong, everything is normal and we can take off now," he looked at the girl in front of him who seemed to be only in her twenties but was already a guest of honor, with respectful eyes. What kind of person could win this girl over?

The captain and flight attendant were waiting next to the plane to get on. The suitcases were taken away by someone and I was already seated on the plane without even showing my passport. The seat could be automatically adjusted to become a bed.

"I didn't sleep much last night, go to the bedroom."

"Sister, will you come with me?" He hooked his fingers skillfully.

"I still have things to take care of. Can I let Chen Mo accompany you?"

"No," an old cabbage stick said with disgust.

"An Li, take Chen Mohe with you. Forget it, take them to the movies. They will be there soon after the movie." She took Qin Ningyan back to the bedroom.

Chen Mo and his assistant Yan Yan set their sights on An Li. It was their first time riding on a private jet, and it looked so luxurious that they were a little dazed.

"I bought it a while ago. It was remodeled. It has nine seats and three cabins. It includes a cinema, gym, bar, billiard room, etc. It also has three bedrooms. It has a sign."

"You guys play by yourselves. Oh, there are e-sports games on the wall. If you don't know, ask the flight attendant," she said, going to have a look.

This is specially customized and has been modified inside. The pilot used to fly fighter jets. It's all money.

"Brother Chen?" He looked at the game controller and swallowed. "After riding a private jet once, I don't think I'll ever want to fly again."

"It's the same for everyone. If I were ten years younger," he would go after the boss, and would it be Qin Ningyan's turn? !

"This is simply a mobile mansion. Brother Qin is so lucky."

Qin Ningyan, who is praised for his good fortune, was sleeping on a comfortable big bed, surrounded by familiar smells.

He walked out of the bedroom with his laptop and went to the study to start a video chat to discuss cooperation. He switched language fluency and used sharp words. The negotiation process could be included in textbooks. They agreed on a time for a face-to-face meeting to end the conversation.

Four hours passed in the blink of an eye. Anli brought up some delicious food and was busy in the kitchen.

Simple stir-fried dishes and rice were placed in front of the two of them. Yan Yan was so immersed in the game that he didn't even eat. He played to his heart's content and didn't regain his concentration until he got off the plane.

Qin Ningyan ate while sitting on the bed. After eating, he took out his mobile phone and browsed the stories of previous inns to get information from them.

"Want to sleep a little longer?" He walked in and put the dishes away.

"I can't sleep," he said, opening his arms and hugging Jiuli beside the bed.

"Are you lying down?" He sat next to her. "Are you in a bad mood?"

"I had a nightmare," he raised his eyelids, sounding aggrieved.

When I looked up, the kiss mark on my neck was clearly visible with a hint of purple, and I reached out to touch it.

"I'm here. I didn't lose you. Huh? Are you still angry?" But when she looked at me with moist eyes, she couldn't help but soften her tone.

"My dear, I just feel uneasy," he said hoarsely.

"Don't look at me like that," her mind was churning, always reminding her of something else, "You're the only one I've ever had eyes for,"

Qin Ningyan raised the corners of his lips feeling comforted. He had to deepen his impression of himself. There were so many beautiful women around Yuehuang that he might forget about him one day. They had to be separated for seven days.

"Don't even think about it. Don't you know my number?"

"Then do you want to watch it? It's live broadcast."

"Look, put the Band-Aid on it?" Pointing to his neck.

"I'll be careful so they can't see me," and if they do, he can say she's already got someone so he won't be remembered.

"As you wish," there is an inexplicable beauty in looking at it.