This time when Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli were going abroad, she finally didn't have to lie to her mother. As she packed her luggage, she said, "I'm going to Iceland with Fu Nanli."
Su Yun paused: "With Mr. Fu?"
"Um."
Su Yun glanced at her: "Then you...then you can't..."
Wen Qiao blinked her big eyes and looked at her mother: "What can't I do?"
Su Yun coughed lightly: "You can't sleep in the same room. You know what, we have to sleep separately?"
Wen Qiao almost choked on his saliva: "Well... Of course, I have never slept in the same room with him."
Su Yun was relieved: "Well, you are still young and still in school. Don't be so anxious about that."
"What aspect?"
Having never been in love in her previous life, Wen Qiao was indeed a little slow to react to matters of love between men and women.
Su Yun sighed: "At least wait until you reach the legal age for marriage before letting him touch you."
Wen Qiao came back to his senses after realizing it, and the tips of his ears turned red: "That... Of course."
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Sometimes, fate is so confusing, or perhaps it would be more precise to say that it is a bad fate.
Wen Qiao got on the plane, and Zhao Yuan personally led her to her seat enthusiastically. The captain repeatedly reminded her to take good care of herself throughout the journey, so she did not dare to slack off.
Wen Qiao had just sat down when he turned around and saw that the profile of the person sitting next to him looked familiar.
The person sitting next to him was Zhuang Yan, and the person sitting next to him was his sister. His sister said she wanted to go to Iceland to see the northern lights, so she asked him to go along.
Unexpectedly, we met.
Wen Qiao turned his gaze away and sat down, acting as if the person next to him was invisible.
Zhuang Yan's heart was in turmoil and he couldn't calm down for a long time. He and Wen Qiao were actually on the same flight, and their seats were next to each other.
And all this is just a coincidence.
All the passengers were on board, and not long after the cabin door closed, Fu Nanli's voice was heard. It was still the same deep, sexy, intoxicating and safe voice.
Because it is business class, there is a distance between us even if we are sitting next to each other.
From Zhuang Yan's perspective, as soon as Fu Nanli's voice appeared on the radio, a smile appeared on Wen Qiao's face. It was a very soft smile, an expression that had never appeared when facing him.
It was a smile that made him so envious that his heart ached.
He had imagined thousands of times what it would be like if Wen Qiao smiled at him so gently.
But her cold face was all caused by his past asshole behavior.
The plane took off slowly.
The direct flight from Haicheng to Helsinki takes 10.5 hours. Haicheng is six hours faster than Helsinki. It is 4 o'clock in the afternoon when we arrive in Helsinki.
Wen Qiao was sleeping all the way. Occasionally, when she opened her eyes, she could sense a pair of eyes staring at her, but she ignored them.
Until the plane stopped, she stretched and sat in her seat waiting for Fu Nanli as usual.
Zhuang Yan finally leaned forward and asked, "Are you going to Iceland?"
Wen Qiao said calmly: "It has nothing to do with you."
Zhuang Yan was choked and looked unhappy: "Do you have to keep speaking so harshly to me?"
"If you don't talk to me, you won't be stabbed. The choice is yours." She looked at him, her eyes clear and emotionless.
Her persistence in his youth seemed like a fantasy to him. He was a little dazed. Did Wen Qiao really pursue him so recklessly
Zhuang Yan's sister was protective after all. Seeing her brother being scolded by this girl, she felt uncomfortable: "Xiao Yan, is she your classmate?"
They look about the same age, so they should be classmates.
Zhuang Yan lowered his eyes: "Yes."
(End of this chapter)