"Wow, Air Force One is really luxurious. No, it should be luxurious. It's even more luxurious than a five-star hotel." Zhang Yuan looked around Air Force One without restraint, as if he were the owner. Oh, this is the cabin, this is the bedroom, and this is the gym, wow!" Zhang Yuan opened a door and exclaimed, "There is also a football field here!"
There is nothing unusual about Air Force One, but football punishment is a bit impossible. Even Obama was dizzy and hurried over, "I didn't know there was a football field?"
After a while, I heard Obama scolded, "Damn it, what a football field, a toilet with a green floor."
Seeing Zhang Yuan cheating others, Ewha couldn't help but smile. She knew that Zhang Yuan was amusing herself. Ever since the palace came out, Ewha has been depressed, especially sitting in the presidential motorcade, watching the bustling Tokyo, and the familiar streets, slowly moving away. Even if she sees Zhang Yuan’s joy again, she can’t suppress the melancholy in her heart. Apologies to my parents and grandfather, and uncertainty about the future.
"Hey, don't run around, let me show you around." Some rooms of Air Force One are confidential, especially for Chinese like Zhang Yuan, so Obama took the initiative to take them around in the front and rear cabins.
"Very good, it has everything, just like my manor." Zhang Yuan looked around and exclaimed.
Obama gave him a bad look. You praised him so badly. This is Air Force One, the crystallization of American technology and craftsmanship. The wires used by the aircraft are tens of thousands of kilometers, but only one compliment is given. Like, um, fortunately, it's not like your toilet.
"This is the first time Air Force One is open to visitors from China." Obama continued.
Yuan nodded, as if thinking about it, and then said, "I'm thinking about hijacking and returning to Zhonghai for all Chinese people to visit."
This kid ignored his business with three sentences, and it seemed that there was nothing he dared to do. Obama was shocked, "Don't mess around."
"You, they are our great benefactors." Ehwa patted Zhang Yuan, and threw him a horrifying, resentful look.
Zhang Yuan happily patted Obama and said: "Lao Ao, it's funny to you. In front of our plane, your security adviser didn't force us to disarm. I'm afraid you will send us to Guantanamo."
Obama shook his hand and said: "Guantanamo has been closed by me. If you want to go, a lot, Illinois prison is very good, how about it, do you want to think about it?"
Seeing Obama also joking, everyone couldn't help but laugh. At this time, a blonde waitress came and said that the room for the guests had been arranged.
Zhang Yuan and the others came here today. Even Air Force One would not arrange a room for each, so they only took care of Zhang Yuan and Lihua in one room, while Hua Xie Lihu and others had to stay in one room. Rest cabin.
"Then you guys go and rest for a while. I'll see how they are in contact with China? If there is no problem, the horse will take off." Obama patted Zhang Yuan on the shoulder and walked away.
Under the leadership of the staff, Zhang Yuanhe stayed in such a room, which made people feel refreshed and all their troubles disappeared. The blue color is more helpful for thinking and considering problems, which is very good.
"Thank you, very good." Ewha gave a sincere compliment.
"Can I take a photo with you?" the waitress asked.
"Yes, but we are not big stars." Ehwa smiled.
"You are the big stars, Princess Ewha of Japan, Mr. Zhang Yuan of China, and now the idols of our crew. I admire you very much. I think you will also become the idols of every young man and woman in the world."
Yes, I accidentally became an idol, and I hope I won’t be watched after returning to China.
When the waiter was contented and left with the signed photo, Zhang Yuan closed the door, walked behind Li Hua, gently hugged her from behind, sniffed the fragrance of her green silk, and enjoyed the warmth of this moment.
"You... shouldn't have come to me." Li Hua leaned back against Zhang Yuan's chest and said quietly.
"Why shouldn't it?"
"If such a big incident has happened, the royal family has no face this time. Grandpa is almost hurt. My father must hate me to death." Ewha is still worried about the family.
"Don't worry, your grandfather didn't apologize to you in public. Do you think he is false? He really realizes his mistakes. Do you think he will blame you? Also, your father and mother bless us. At the time, I can feel their sincerity, and I don’t think they will hate you." Zhang Yuan tightened his arms again, rubbed her blushing face with her cheeks, and calmed her mind gradually.
"Maybe... what you said is right." Ehwa nodded, then sighed again, "That's my home for nineteen years."
Zhang Yuan said softly in her ear, "Don't worry, your home will be in Zhonghai from now on. When the storm subsides, we will go back to see your parents. I did not pay official visits to the Emperor's father this time. I will wait for the next time. You must pay a formal visit."
With Zhang Yuan's words, Pear Blossom's face gradually showed a smile, and her mood gradually improved. She smiled, "Then I don't know anything. The royal dowry is also soup. Go to Zhonghai and you will raise me. "
"It's okay, if it doesn't work... Let's go to Nanjing Road to sell fish balls... Sato's squid balls, the taste is delicious..." Zhang Yuan said, his lips have moved on the back of Ewha's white and straight neck.
Ewha is married today, wearing a tall traditional bun, so that her pink neck is exposed. The snow-white neck looks noblely like a white swan, especially with the roots of the hair, which makes people fascinated.
Because it was a rush to escape, Ewha is still in a white wedding dress, except that the long towing behind it has been torn off. Although this thing is not very convenient to walk, it is only a car or plane, and there is no time to change it.
The snow-white wedding dress, holy and beautiful, with long skirts on the floor, highlighting the pear blossom’s thin willow waist, the slender figure is so charming, the young girl’s fragrance is so intoxicating, and her soft and greasy fragrance exposed in the air The shoulders have a creamy powder back.
Ewha felt his hot lips move behind her, igniting enthusiasm wherever she went, and her noodles were bursting with peach blossoms.
Soon, Zhang Yuan was already dissatisfied with kissing his back. He squatted down with his hands on Li Hua’s thin waist...
"Ah! Don't..." The somewhat blurred Ewha suddenly yelled like an electric shock, reflexively wanting a leg.
However, under the wide skirt, Zhang Yuan's ouch was heard. Ewha smiled embarrassedly, loosened her leg, and gently stroked the head in the skirt with her hand.