Although there was no relationship between the two of them at that wedding, the marriage of the Fei family and the Nan family was still a big deal. People from the entire Beijing circle came. It was a grand wedding. The gifts on the scene were more luxurious than the last ones. The private jet was just not there.
Just an eye-catching one.
Faison looked at the plane and inexplicably recalled the wedding scene three years ago.
But he discovered that it hadn't been long, only three years. Why was his memory so blurry? He couldn't remember Nan Shu wearing a wedding dress.
The grand wedding was actually vague in his memory.
Maybe he didn't pay attention to Nan Shu at that time, so he had no impression of her appearance in the wedding dress.
The private plane parked in the open space of the airport. There was no bridge but stairs to board the plane. When the staff on the plane saw that Nan Qing was in a wheelchair, they were about to push the elevator over.
Generally, for inconvenient passengers whose plane does not stop at the bridge corridor to board the plane, lifts are used to fix wheelchairs to go up. Many countries have such barrier-free facilities to take care of special groups of people.
Feisen took one look and said, "There's no need for a lift. I'll carry her up."
It is usually unaccompanied by relatives when using an elevator, and passengers who are inconvenient do not like others to hold them.
Why does his husband need a lift here?
Feisen bent down and picked up Nan Qing effortlessly, and said in her ear: "I know you are not willing to go back. Go back and recover well. After you recover, you can still play. You can wear whatever clothes you want."
Someone will send it over and wait for you to go out and watch a show or something after you recover from your injury."
Although there must be many people taking care of him when he goes out, Nan Qing also feels the inconvenience he is experiencing now.
She really doesn't like being carried around by others.
Nan Qing was in a bad mood. She did not reply to Fei Sen, but Fei Sen knew that she had listened.
The plane is very spacious and the seats are far more luxurious than the first class cabin on ordinary planes.
As soon as he got on the plane, the captain contacted the staff at the international airport to make pre-flight preparations, and only started the flight after getting confirmation.
After taking off, Nan Qing was ready to sleep.
Feisen sat aside and glanced sideways at her. After making sure that she was asleep, Feisen gently took out his computer and started working.
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It has been a week since she returned to China, and Nan Qing feels like she has gained several pounds.
Since returning to China, Feisen has hired three or four people to take care of her, and two people to follow her throughout the day. Except for Nan Qing who specifically said she wanted to rest or be alone, those two people would go out.
The aunt at home also made various soups to replenish her body, and her cooking skills were very good, so Nan Qing couldn't hold back her mouth...
"Er Er, am I fat?"
The little Shota in the blue space flicked his finger in the air, and the light screen floating in mid-air immediately displayed a photo.
Er Er: "You've gained a little weight. Your face now is a little bigger than the original owner's face before."
Erer did a very rigorous comparison and completely brought out the original photo of the original owner.
It is true that I have gained a little weight, and the little bit in Erer's mouth is really a little bit.
But what Nan Qing heard was... you are fat, you have gained a lot of weight, but I am embarrassed to say it, so I can only say a little bit. I hope you can understand, you are indeed fat.
Nan Qing didn't know whether it was his own psychology or the personality of the original owner, but he became particularly panicked after knowing that he had gained weight.
No, you can't eat more.
So Nan Qing didn't eat too much of the food cooked by her aunt that day.
Every day someone would report Nanqing's situation to Feisen, and Feisen received the text message during the meeting.
When people in the conference room heard someone's cell phone ringing, they suddenly sweated. Who is so desperate for his life?
Their CEO picked up the mobile phone beside the table, and the people in the meeting watched in silence.
Feisen took a look at the text message: Madam seems to be not feeling well, her appetite is not very good, she ate much less today than before.
Feisen frowned slightly, and everyone in the conference room saw his expression and wondered, who would send a message to the president at this point? Aren't they afraid of disturbing the president's work?
Feisen raised his head: "Jiang An, send the plan to the shareholders. That's the end of today's meeting."
Assistant Jiang immediately lowered his head and took the plan and handed it out one by one.
Feisen picked up his cell phone and put it in his pocket and left the conference room directly. When he walked to the corridor, he dialed his home phone number.
It was connected within a few seconds.
Faison: "Ma'am, are you feeling unwell?"
"Seeing that Madam's face is not very good, and today she made her favorite stuffed meat, she only moved two chopsticks."
While listening to the voice on the phone, Feison raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch. It was six o'clock in the afternoon and he could get off work.