Song Xiang took care of Su Man and explained the follow-up of several projects clearly. After Yan Han handled the local affairs in Xiaodongzhou, the two of them decided on the time to return to China.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Sheng also went back with them.
With such a large group of people, it was natural to charter a flight.
Separating from Rong Boye at the airport, the Xiaodongzhou incident came to an end.
Song Xiang leaned beside Yan Han and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Halfway through, she woke up and wanted to walk around.
"I'll accompany you." Yan Yan said coldly.
Song Xiang held him down and said, "We are all on the plane with our own people, so there is no danger. You just sleep well."
Indeed.
Yan Han glanced at the time and said, "Twenty minutes."
Song Xiang pouted, "I know."
The cabin was very quiet. Song Xiang walked all the way over, first to the bathroom and then to the pantry, asking for some fruit.
When I opened the door, I didn't find the flight attendant. I only saw a flight attendant in front of the operating console.
She shouted politely.
The other party turned around and actually had sunglasses on his face.
Song Xiang looked the person up and down, feeling inexplicably familiar yet strange at the same time.
"Miss, do you need anything?"
The voice is really nice and the lips are pretty.
Song Xiang thought to himself, the quality of this airline is really high.
"Please give me a fruit platter."
"OK."
The other party gave a smile with perfect lip corners, quickly opened the freezer, took out the cut fruits, and arranged them neatly one by one. His fingers were a bit unrealistic, just like in comics.
"alright."
Song Xiang came to his senses, took the fruit plate, and looked at the other person twice more.
Through the sunglasses, she could guess that this person's face was at least eight points tall.
But it’s definitely not as good-looking as Shunhan.
She said thank you and left with the fruit plate.
Vaguely feeling a line of sight behind her, she turned her head and took a look, only to find that there was no one there. The other person had returned to the console.
She shrugged and returned to first class.
Yan Han squinted his eyes and waited for her. As soon as she sat down, he straightened up.
Song Xiang was confused, turned to look at him, and found that he was sniffing his nose.
"what?"
Yan Han frowned, moved to the crook of her neck, and sniffed again.
"Who did you meet?"
Song Xiang was confused and smelled himself, "I didn't see anyone, so I asked the flight attendant for a plate of fruit."
Too much space?
Yan Han sensitively captured the key words, "What does it look like?"
Song Xiang smiled and recalled the man's face just now, "I didn't see it clearly, but I guess he was handsome."
Yan Leng snorted and snatched the fruit from her hand, "Take me to see it."
Song Xiang was shocked and quickly held him down, "What are you doing? Go over and scare people again."
How could anyone be so jealous?
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue and put his arms around her. Suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be something in her pocket.
He reached into her pocket and touched something.
When I took it out, I saw it was a veil.
Song Xiang's eyes widened, "Where did this come from?"
Yan Han lowered his face, spread out the veil and saw a big heart painted on it with lipstick.
Song Xiang opened his mouth and was speechless.
Yan Han snorted, and without any explanation, he quickly opened his seat belt.
Song Xiang realized that he was going to find that person and hugged him quickly, "Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, this is on a plane, it won't look good if it's too loud."
"It doesn't look good? He dares to kidnap my people, but he's afraid of not looking good?!"
His voice was loud, and both Xiao Sheng and Gong Shiheng looked over.
Song Xiang's face was slightly red, she smiled at the two people, and hugged Yan Han tightly, "Ancestor, I beg you, forget it, I will just throw away the veil."