Ye Wangchuan said goodbye to Feng Yu and got on the plane.
This time they took Feng Yu's private jet, which was not very big inside and was considered a relatively standard model among private jets.
Win by being low-key~!
Otherwise, considering Qiao Nian's level of insight.
Before they arrived in Country M, the news had already flown there.
Qiao Nian and Mo Xi were checking the paintings sent by Feng Yu. When she saw the man boarding the plane, she straightened up and looked over: "Is Mr. Feng gone?"
"Well, he went back." Ye Wangchuan said, and walked up to her with his long legs and asked them, "How is the painting?"
Mo Xi lifted the canvas and showed it to him: "Master Wang, no problem, it's that painting."
Ye Wangchuan lowered his eyes and saw the gorgeous sunflowers painted on the drawing board, which were vigorous and exquisite.
"Okay, put the painting away." He asked Mo Xi to cover the canvas and put it away in the safe of the plane.
Mo Xi obediently took the painting away.
Ye Wangchuan watched him put the painting away, then walked up to the girl and said to her, "Old Feng asked me to take good care of you before he left."
"so?"
Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows and looked up at him slightly.
That look doesn't show that he is obedient.
Ye Wangchuan looked at her unruly face and the unbridled arrogance in her eyes, her eyelashes hiding the deep affection in her eyes. He lowered his head and reached out to adjust the brim of her hat.
Then he continued calmly: "When you arrive in Country M, remember not to act alone. Tell me everything and we will face and solve it together."
His fingertips were slightly cool.
While adjusting the brim of his hat, his fingertips accidentally brushed against the girl's cheek.
Qiao Nian's eyelashes trembled unconsciously, and she lowered her eyes. The places touched by his fingers seemed to be set on fire.
The words that rolled out of Qiao Nian's throat became scorching: "Yeah." Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He hooked his neck and was about to say something to Qiao Nian in an extremely seductive posture.
Next second.
"Master."
A depressing voice suddenly sounded from the left.
Ye Wangchuan paused for a moment and turned to look in the direction of the person coming. There was still a half-smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely sharp.
Mo Xi immediately realized that he had come at the wrong time, and explained with a frown: "Ahem, that painting, the painting is put away."
Qiao Nian had already calmed down. She didn't show any shyness that a girl would show when she was bumped into. She calmly pulled down her cap and walked to her seat: "You guys chat."
Seeing her sitting by the window, Ye Wangchuan walked back and said, "I'll get you a blanket."
"Thank you." Qiao Nian readily followed suit, put the bag beside him, put his long and straight legs on it, adjusted the angle of the seat and prepared to take a nap.
Mo Xi saw the two of them separate and go about their own business. He scratched his ears, pushed down the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and said to the girl, "Miss Qiao, I won't bother you anymore."
"I'll call you when the time comes."
"good."
Qiao Nian responded quickly and nodded slightly at him.
Mo Xi turned around and took two steps back, but still couldn't resist the embarrassment in his heart, so he turned back to look at the girl: "Hey, Miss Qiao, what..."
"Hmm?" Seeing that he was not leaving again and had something to say to her, Qiao Nian looked at him.
Mo Xi mustered up his courage and said, "Next time I will be more careful and will never disturb you and Wang Ye's relationship again."
Qiao Nian was stunned for a rare moment.
Mo Xi has always been a mature man, but this is one of the rare times he lets himself go in front of Qiao Nian.
(End of this chapter)