Paris France.

This is the origin of dreams and a fashion field that many fashion designers want to enter.

This is the battlefield for ambitious people, and success or failure can only be determined by a thought.

On the road leading to Daigao Airport, a luxurious koenigsegg was speeding.

"President, first-class tickets have been sold out." In the car, a young man reported while checking flights.

It looks like he should be an assistant or something.

But there was no response for a long time, and it wasn't until half a minute passed that a lazy voice sounded.

"Where's the business class?" There was a hint of impatience in his tone.

"There is still a ticket for business class." The assistant frowned in embarrassment.

There was another moment of silence, and then he made a decisive decision, "Then let's go to business class!"

"But I have to fly for more than ten hours and I'm afraid you won't be used to it in business class." The assistant knew his temper, so he was very worried.

"According to what you mean, do you want me to wait for the next flight?" Nangong Yehan's gaze was sharp and he looked straight at it. His jawline, which was like a knife carved by a knife, was slightly raised, slightly aggressive.

Cold.

"No, I'll place the order right away." The assistant was timid, and with just a look, he hurriedly started the operation.

As for the other party, as if he was still worried that he was not alarmed enough, he said coldly, "Or do you mean, you don't want to fly in economy class?"

"I didn't." The assistant felt aggrieved. Really, the schedule was suddenly advanced, and all the original arrangements were disrupted.

Nangong Yehan didn't scare him anymore. He turned his eyes outside the car window and looked at the scenery passing by. He was distracted for a moment.

"President, I actually think that the old man is just scaring you. It is impossible to really hand over the company to your cousin." The assistant carefully observed his words.

"No, I believe he is serious this time." Nangong Yehanxie curled up the corners of his mouth, half-smiling but not smiling.

The assistant was frightened and said, "President, do you want to accept the old man's arrangement and get him a grandson?"

"Do you want to be that grandson?" Nangong Yehan asked casually, eyes drooping.

"Haha! No." The assistant strongly refused.

Although working for him makes me feel like a grandson, I will never be a real grandson.

This time, Nangong Yehan didn't speak anymore and started to close his eyes.

Qiao Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes fell on the other person's handsome face. Logically speaking, he was used to seeing this face, but every time he would find it amazing because of what he showed.

The temperament is an aggressive charm.

At the same time, on the tarmac of Daigao Airport, a petite figure wearing a reflective vest was doing an outside inspection. When she looked up, her delicate facial features and charming neck lines were revealed.

"Captain Left, the cockpit equipment has been checked and the flight plan has been entered." The first officer held a notebook in his hand and reported seriously.

"Okay, I'll check it out." Zuo Anan responded coldly, taking off her reflective vest as she spoke. The white uniform made her feel even more alienated.

Especially her capable aura put her in a fierce aura that kept strangers away from her and allowed no one to blaspheme.ωωw..net

When the car arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport, it was already half an hour later. Although I didn't buy a first-class ticket,

However, after boarding the plane, he discovered that there was a little boy of about five years old sitting next to him.

His fair skin and trendy outfits make him an eye-catcher. The most important thing is that he looks very handsome and cool at a young age, but he behaves calmly and calmly.

His handsome eyebrows frowned slightly because of this discovery, and then he looked at his ticket again. It was indeed the right place.

And just when he was hesitating whether to sit down or not, a soft and cute voice sounded.

"Uncle, you don't have to look, it's just me."

"Where are your adults?" Nangong Yehan asked, and he also sat down.

The little guy pointed to the place in front and said, "Over there."

"Oh! First class." Nangong Yehan understood instantly, but immediately after, he sighed in his heart.

What kind of parents are these? You are flying in first class, and you let a child stay in business class by yourself.

"No! The cockpit, and the first class cabin of this plane is on the second floor." After the little boy finished speaking, he reached out and pointed upward.

Nangong Yehan twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "Oh! So that's it."

He almost forgot, this is kr-860.

After that, I didn’t pay much attention to what he said about the cockpit. I thought it was just a child’s talk.

After all, every child has a heroic dream for his parents, and he should be the same!

Is it really just like that? With the intercom hanging on his lips, Zuo An'an listened to the first officer's application for clearance from the tower, while slowly pushing out the aircraft and taxiing out according to the taxiing route given by the tower.

As the landing gear retracted and the engine thrust for takeoff, the entire aircraft quickly left the ground and began to climb upwards.
Chapter completed!