"Are you hungry? Are you tired? Let's stay in the hotel for one night and then go back to see my father-in-law and mother-in-law tomorrow."
"I'm not tired, and I'm not hungry. You don't have to worry about me. I'll share the luggage with you."
Murong Mian squeezed her palm: "I am your husband. Normally you are responsible for protecting me. I will do these things."
He held Ji Mianmian's hand and was not shy about being intimate with her. Even if he saw someone secretly taking photos of him, he didn't care. After all, he had also been a star in the past and won awards for his movies. , and the spy drama he filmed is about to be aired, so it is inevitable that someone will pay attention to him.
However, he will not change his life just because of other people's attention.
A passerby took a photo of the two and quickly posted it online.
Murong Mian's fans were excited. Mian Shen, who had been missing for months, finally showed up. Although he was spreading dog food when he appeared, having dog food to eat is better than not eating at all.
My God of Sleep is still so handsome.
My god of sleep, why am I so considerate
I really want to be the leg pendant of the God of Sleep, I really want to be the luggage in the hands of the God of Sleep.
The two left the airport and got into a taxi.
Murong Mianding's hotel is more than an hour's drive from the airport.
After sitting in the car for more than 20 minutes, Ji Mianmian's cell phone rang. When she saw that it was Yan Qingsi's call, she quickly answered the call: "Sister Qingsi..."
"Little girl, you didn't even say a word to me when you returned to China."
Ji Mianmian chuckled and said, "I wanted to give you a surprise. Hey, how did you know it was wrong?"
"You don't even look at the Internet. Before you even left the airport, the photos were posted. Murong Mian's fans have already maxed out."
Ji Mianmian was stunned and quickly asked Murong Mian to check her phone. Sure enough, Murong Mian appeared on the hot search. Mian Shen, who had been hidden for many days, finally showed up. He was considerate to his beloved wife at the airport, holding hands, kissing her face, and pushing all the luggage by herself. Sprinkling dog food all the way, no taboos at all.
Looking at those explicit comments, her face turned red. She said a few words to Yan Qingsi, made an appointment to see her, and then hung up the phone.
However, not long after hanging up the phone, Ji Mianmian felt a little uncomfortable. She gently covered her nose, trying to suppress the nauseating feeling.
Murong Mian soon noticed that her face was a little pale and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? She doesn't look good."
Ji Mianmian shook his head: "Maybe this is a new car. The smell in the car is a bit heavy and it doesn't feel comfortable..."
When the driver heard this, he quickly said: "You may be motion sick. Roll down the window a little. My car is new and the smell may be a bit strong. I'll do some deodorizing as soon as possible."
Murong Mian lowered the car window. Fortunately, the temperature was not too low now.
Ji Mianmian took a few breaths of cool air and felt a little better.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling better? How about we get off the car, you take a rest, and then we can leave again."
"It's okay, I'm fine now."
She wondered in her heart, she had never been car sick before, and it was not like she had never made a new car before, so why did she feel so uncomfortable this time.
Murong Mian frowned and said, "It's my fault. I just got off the plane. I should have rested at the airport before leaving."
Ji Mianmian poked him: "I just felt like vomiting just now. I never felt like this when riding in a car before. This time it was probably an accident."
Murong Mian's body trembled, and she suddenly thought of something. Her eyes flashed when she looked at Ji Mianmian.