Fang Chixia's hand holding the breakfast froze slightly, feeling the warmth in her palm. She raised her head and twitched the corners of her mouth at him, "Thank you."
Leng Qihan frowned, turned his head, looked at her, and said expressionlessly, "I don't like these two words."
Fang Chixia was slightly startled, looked away stiffly, and said nothing.
"Let's go, board the plane!" Leng Qihan walked in front and led her to the registration office.
The tickets for two people were booked together, and the seats happened to be next to each other.
Fang Chixia didn't sleep much at all last night. As soon as she sat down, she asked the flight attendant for a thin quilt and curled up by the window and fell asleep.
When she slept, her head was slightly tilted, and her slender, fair and beautiful neck was stretched a bit by her.
This angle just shows two certain marks.
It's bright red, like a blooming rose, so eye-catching that it's a bit dazzling.
Leng Qihan's eyes were fixed on the two flowers of different sizes on her neck, his eyes as cold as ink.
The plane flew slowly in the sky.
The two of them flew to Marseille, France, and the journey took more than ten hours.
After Fang Chixia fell asleep in a daze for a few hours, she was woken up by a small movement when the flight attendant brought her lunch.
When she opened her eyes, Leng Qihan had already laid out her lunch for her.
He moved very skillfully, helping her take out the tableware, and skillfully placed the snacks and drinks on the left and right according to her usual habits.
He performed these actions very naturally, and it felt like he had done it for her countless times.
Such him made Fang Chixia slightly startled.
"Eat when you wake up!" He said in a calm voice as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, who was just staring at him.
"Thank you..." Fang Chixia just wanted to say thank you, but thinking about what he said in the morning, he stopped the unfinished word.
Holding the tableware, she didn't show any politeness to him. She lowered her head and began to eat.
"What did you mainly do here this time?" she asked casually during the meal.
"Let's talk about a business deal." Leng Qihan replied calmly.
"Why didn't you bring an assistant?" Fang Chixia asked again.
"Save business trip costs for the company." Leng Qihan answered without changing his expression.
Fang Chixia choked at his words.
Does the Leng family care about such a small amount of money
Leng Qihan took a sip of his drink and glanced at her neck from the corner of his eye. His face, which had been calm before, seemed to be a little colder inadvertently.
"What's wrong?" Fang Chixia had no idea what he was looking at. She touched her neck uneasily and raised the cup covering her body.
Leng Qihan looked away and asked nonchalantly, "Are you very close to Luo Yibei?"
Fang Chixia's hand holding the tableware froze.
She didn't seem willing to talk about this kind of issue at this time. After his words, she didn't answer for a long time.
Leng Qihan actually knew everything well, and her silence was undoubtedly an indirect acquiescence to him.
"Let's eat!" Without asking any more questions, he handed some of his food to her and started eating casually.
His movements were very graceful. The two of them were obviously holding disposable tableware, but in his hands, they were as noble as gold and silver spoons.
Fang Chixia stared at him calmly, her eyes slightly lost in thought.
He is still like this, a random movement can be so charming.
The plane continues flying.
It was already more than ten hours after the two arrived in Marseille.
The hotel was booked in advance and the two of them were next to each other.