Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

She moved her fingertips and looked at the landing time. It is said that female beauty is alluring, but if it is true, male beauty is not much different.

"Qingqing, I have a surprise for you when I come back." With a smile in his eyes, he also wanted to draw a cartoon on Facebook as a gift.

"What month were you born?" he asked suddenly.

"October 30th has passed." A look of regret flashed across his face.

"I'll spend next year with you," his eyes were gentle.

Without waiting for Qin Ningyan to reply, he kissed him, making Qin Ningyan's cheeks red, and he hid there like a turtle.

The sweater on her body was rolled up to reveal a clear and strong waistline, her eyes were watery, and her bony hands reached into her collar.

"Someone," he kissed the corner of his eye as if to comfort him.

"Uncomfortable," he said in a hoarse voice with a hint of temptation, yet restrained.

A plane happened to pass by outside the window, and the numbers on the fuselage were exactly the flight he missed, and it quickly overtook it.

"Sister," he whispered weakly, "I,"

He placed his hands on his abdominal muscles and squeezed them, then quickly covered himself with the quilt.

"I have something to tell you when you come back," he straightened his messy sweater, his hands still on her skinny waist.

"You can do good things, but I won't listen to bad things." He hugged me tightly like an octopus, buried his face in my shoulder and pressed me down, snorted.

"I'll take a break, okay?" He closed his eyes with a hint of fatigue.

"Sister?" Her beautiful eyes flashed with sharpness, but her tone did not change at all, and her fingertips touched her red lips.

Is that how she kissed him just now? Her big, bony hands unbuttoned his shirt. Be good? He has never been a good boy. He is unscrupulous.

"You can't leave me," close and almost pious kisses were imprinted on the neck and shoulders, with a gloomy look between his brows.

After a while, he stood up with a gloomy face and went to the bathroom. When he came out, he saw Jiuli sitting up. From the side, she looked slim and graceful, with the top two buttons of her shirt undone.

"Qingqing," he paused and took two steps at a time.

"Go out for a walk and wait until the car stops before going down." He stood up, holding Qin Ningyan's wrist, and pointed to the enlarging city outside.

Chen Mo and Yan Yan put down the game controllers in their hands, picked up their bags and walked to the hall. They noticed the two people coming out from the front and back and raised their eyebrows. Did Brother Qin change his clothes?

"Well, you guys chat, I'm going to take a picture." Chen Mo touched the back of his head, which was not suitable for him to see, and took out his cell phone.

This might be the only time in his life that he would get on a private plane, so he had to record it. But he couldn't figure out whether the boss meant to be Xiao Qin's financial sponsor or to really be in love with her?

He had also heard of the Dong family. There were only two children in this generation. It was really hard to believe that he was not their father, and they were so grown up!

"I'll take you there. It won't affect you. I won't come out, okay?" With their fingers intertwined, their backs looked very harmonious.

The intermittent voice fell into the ears of the two men. They looked at each other and felt that Brother Qin had fallen. Last time in the studio, the woman insisted on keeping him and he refused. So he already had a target?

"If Qin Ningyan hadn't been wandering around, this would have been his fiancée for sure," the Qin family adopted a child, how pitiful.

The two of them didn't get off the plane until they had taken enough photos. Lan Xi and he were in charge of applying for the return route, and the car was used to check in the luggage.

"It's Ningning, don't push." ​​Yang Jing instantly caught sight of the private plane behind her. "Hiss, no wonder you didn't go with them."

"Where is the location?" They walked out of the airport side by side, glanced at a group of little fans who came to greet them, and pulled Qin Ningyan's wrist.

"Winnie Town," Chen Mo covered his face with a magazine.

"Yeah." His palm was hooked and he looked back.

Take the VIP channel directly to the underground parking lot, where the airlifted RV is parked, attracting everyone's attention.

The black body is smooth and natural, and the facilities are complete.

At the Linjiang Inn in the Winny Town, Nini, who arrived early, and Gao Yueyue, who was squeezed in, sat on the first floor with their suitcases. The two male artists each chose a direction, which fully demonstrated that they were not familiar with each other.

The car stopped in front of Linjiang Inn without even opening the door.

"It'll only take seven days, huh? Let Yan Yan follow you?"

"Then come and pick me up," he said, grabbing the sleeve.

"Call me when you get back and I'll arrange for someone to pick you up."

"Then I'll be leaving," he said, leaning forward and kissing the side of her cheek.

Chen Mo and Yan Yan got off the car at the same time and headed towards Linjiang Inn, whispering something. Yan Yan followed behind them the whole time.

"Ning Yan, you can like the boss, but you have to be clear about your relationship." The boss was a very cold person, and he said worriedly, "I'm afraid you'll get stuck in it, and it will be even more painful if you can't get out."

He paused, pulled his hat to cover his face, pursed his thin lips, and responded softly. That person was obviously still...

Chen Mo also felt a little embarrassed. The boss's face was number one even in Yuehuang, which was full of beauties. Not to mention that he was rich and powerful. Which male artist didn't want to climb up?

"It's good that you know. I'll go talk to the director."

I looked around but didn't see anyone. Didn't you say that guy was there?

"Ning Yan? You are coming to this variety show too," Shi Xu, a sunny and cheerful boy who was playing with his mobile phone, raised his eyes and waved.

"Yes, the company arranged it," he walked towards Shixu and sat down.

Yan Yan pushed the suitcase to the side and looked at the two people who were chatting and laughing happily, then went out to book a room in the hotel next door.

"Hey, why are you here? Everyone is here. I'm going to trouble you to take care of my Ning Yan. Please take care of him since we just got out."

"Do you need my care?" The director looked at the RV outside and said, "Tell me the truth, which high-ranking official in Yuehuang have you managed to get close to?"

"Just take good care of it," he said without saying too much.

"Tsk, have the actors for the large-scale historical drama Ming Huang that Emperor Yue is preparing for next year been decided?" He then changed the subject.

"No, do you have anyone to recommend? Don't take any that are not suitable." He took the cigarette handed to him and squatted at the door.

"There are two that have just come out and are gilded and given to unimportant ones. Which resource do you want? Let's exchange?"

"Not yet, let's keep it for now." I'm afraid Mr. Dong has some arrangements. This variety show is useless, so what about anything else?

In the car, Jiuli was leaning on the sofa and talking on the phone, while his men were looking through emails. Chen Mo came in and told Qin Ningyan everything in detail, then went out and got in the car, listening to the phone call.

Put down the phone and drink the milk tea at hand.

"Boss, you and Ning Yan," hesitating again and again, still considering whether to fight for some benefits? "What's going on?"

"Whatever you think is what it is," he raised his eyebrows, "I hope this variety show will be the last one, so please pay more attention to the PR."

"Okay," my eyes went dark. Were these two people being photographed?

"You take charge of arranging his schedule. In the future, use a body double for kissing and sex scenes," he pressed his eyebrows, looking a little annoyed.

"Okay," what else could he say? He didn't have the final say, so he had to run around for the boss's sake.

No matter how much you have, when you cannot protect yourself, this circle is a place of fame and fortune, and fighting is inevitable.

"Try to stop them," he raised his eyes and worked remotely.

He nodded, and the circle in his hand was bombarded with comments. After he finally moved his sight away, the popularity continued to rise, and it never dropped. It kept rising and it seemed that he was going to be in the top few.