After the kiss was over, Jiang Mingyuan let go of her lips: "When did you come here?"
Cheng Huan: "Last night."
The hand on her waist tightened, and before she felt the pain, she let go. The man sighed silently: "I made you worry."
Cheng Huan shook his head: "It's good that you're fine."
He pressed against her face, as if warming each other: "Next time, don't come to such a dangerous place."
Cheng Huan didn't speak.
"Um?"
"Let's go back and pay our respects at the family temple. The Lantern Festival is almost here." Cheng Huan grabbed the man's hand and changed the subject very abruptly.
Jiang Mingyuan knew that this was a silent rejection, but he couldn't say anything too strong, so he just sighed again: "Okay."
"I'm sleepy." I haven't slept for more than a day, which is far from being able to make up for the few hours in the afternoon.
"Then go to sleep." Jiang Mingyuan pressed her into his arms: "I'll call you when we get there."
"En." Cheng Huan moved down a little, leaned into his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.
This sleep was very heavy, and when he woke up again, the group had already arrived at the airport.
…
Originally, Jiang Mingyuan had planned to return to China today, and the plane had already been arranged. Even if something like this happened, they could return as scheduled.
After these adventures, all the accompanying people couldn't wait to return to China, so they only took a short rest in the hotel, and went directly to the airport after finishing the formalities. Everyone present was the only one who found it strange that Xing Xing was the only one who felt strange—he obviously came out to play, but in the end he didn't play anything at all, so he just went back
Although he was very puzzled and a little depressed, but the five-year-old kid was so foolish, Jiang Mingyuan made an excuse casually, and promised to accompany him to play somewhere else after returning, and the matter passed.
The journey back was much more comfortable than when they came. The plane has been refitted, and all the seats have been dismantled and replaced with a luxuriously decorated living room, bedroom, bar, gym, recuperation room, and conference room. There are two The huge sofa doesn’t look crowded when there are more than ten people on it. The flight attendants on the plane have already prepared food and drinks thoughtfully. The other accompanying staff have been busy for many days, and they can finally relax after boarding the plane.
Jiang Mingyuan knew that they didn't want to see the boss at this time, so he didn't stay any longer, and took the mother and son to the bedroom.
Naturally, the bedroom is equally luxurious. The space is not smaller than the living room. The floor is covered with long-haired carpets. The outside is used for receiving guests. The sofa is complete with home appliances. There is a small wine cabinet next to it, which holds a lot of red wine. There is a huge bed in the back of the bedroom. It is three to four meters wide and the same length by visual inspection. It is completely possible to roll on it.
When Cheng Huan came in, she was really shocked. After all, she was a poor and lower-middle peasant who had to buy economy class even to fly. She had never seen such a modified private jet.
She was in a trance for a while before she came back to her senses: "Is this yours?"
Jiang Mingyuan: "No, I borrowed it from someone."
After finishing speaking, he asked: "Do you want a private jet? I can buy one."
"No, no, no." He said lightly, but Cheng Huan's heart trembled when he heard it, and he quickly refused, curious: "Why did you think of asking someone to borrow a plane?"
"The route I applied for before was useless, so I just lent it to me." Jiang Mingyuan explained clearly, and took her hand again: "There are many restrictions on domestic private jets, and the application for routes is troublesome, so I didn't buy it. If you like it, We can fly and play abroad."
Cheng Huan: "...No really, I'm not interested in this."
Jiang Mingyuan carefully observed her expression, and then retracted his eyes after a while, and didn't say anything about the plane: "Are you hungry, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"I want to eat shrimp!" Before Cheng Huan could express his opinion, Xingxing ran over and hugged his father's thigh: "I want very, very big shrimp!"
"Okay, I'll give you a very, very big shrimp."
As a toy for the top rich, the service on the private jet is naturally top-notch. Xing Xing said that he wanted to eat shrimp, and a giant lobster weighing nearly six kilograms was actually served on the dinner table at night, and more than a dozen people did not finish it.
After eating, Cheng Huan was sleepy again. She stood with her eyelids open to digest, so she was involuntarily attracted by the bed.
Jiang Mingyuan held her back: "Go take a bath first."
This bedroom is equipped with a bathroom. After Cheng Huan took a shower, he only dried his hair half-dried, and then he couldn't wait to go to bed.
She pulled up the quilt and covered it up to her chin, looked at the place next to her, hesitated for a moment, and said to the man who was obviously mentally weak, "You should take a shower and sleep too."
The man was silent for a while, then nodded and agreed. He bent down and hugged Xing Xing, concealing the unnaturalness on his face, and walked to the bathroom.
After taking this bath for a long time, Cheng Huan listened to the faint sound of water, his consciousness became more and more sinking, and he felt that the side of the bed sank a little bit in a daze, and then there was a heat source around him, and he didn't know anything after that .
The flight speed of private jets is a little slower than that of airlines. They depart at eight o'clock in the evening and arrive in S city at one o'clock in the noon.
After more than half a day, the news that the head of the Jiang family had successfully survived had already spread back to the country. The group's stock quickly rebounded because of this news, and those who were secretly eager to move also retracted their tentacles.
The relationship between Jiang Mingyuan and Cheng Huan was also exposed.
Wherever a major incident happened, the reporters would be the first to rush there. They were responsible for reporting the latest news, and naturally they would not let the embassy go.
The scene of Jiang Mingyuan and his party coming out was broadcasted by the live video at that time.
Jiang Mingyuan can be regarded as a celebrity in China. In the past, because of his low-key style, not many people knew him. Thanks to the tsunami, his photos are now everywhere on the Internet, and some boring netizens have organized a prayer activity to ask for help. Gods and Buddhas bless him to return safely, so this video was recognized as soon as it was broadcast.
A large group like Jiang's has long been united with the interests of countless people. Seeing Jiang Mingyuan appearing in the camera, many people are relieved. The focus of the crowd shifted to other aspects—for example, who was the little boy in his arms and the woman holding hands.
It is extremely easy to obtain information in the Internet age. In just a few hours, the information of Cheng Huan and Xing Xing was picked up, which naturally included the past of the original owner.
It is not a secret that the original owner went around fishing for rich people, and it can be found out with a little prying. Once the past is spread out, the Internet is boiling again!
For Jiang Mingyuan's partner, there are many people who are secretly envious and jealous. They could comfort themselves that such a big guy would definitely not find an ordinary person, but after looking at the revelations-poor students, working in bars, university careers, unmarried and pregnant , almost became someone else's mistress!
One by one, it almost drove those strangers crazy! The relevant news is all saying that Jiang Mingyuan has no eyes, only knows how to look at his face, saying that he has countless green hats on his head, and many people bet that the relationship between the two must be Cheng Huan's excuse for being superior, and the two will definitely not grow up.
Qi Shan saw this as soon as he got off the plane, his complexion changed slightly, he quickened his pace, stepped forward and whispered something in Jiang Mingyuan's ear.
Cheng Huan saw that the man seemed a little unhappy after hearing the news, and asked suspiciously, "What happened?"
"It's okay." Jiang Mingyuan shook his head and reached out to her: "My phone is broken, so I'll borrow yours."
"Oh, okay." Cheng Huan unlocked the phone and handed it over. The man turned it over and put it in his pocket after using it, but he didn't intend to return it to her.
Cheng Huan didn't care either, she didn't depend much on her mobile phone and could live without it.
After sitting on the plane for more than ten hours, they are also hungry now. Jiang Mingyuan originally planned to take them out to eat, but now he changed his mind: "I want to eat what you made."
Cheng Huan had no objection: "What do you want to eat?"
The man reported the names of a few dishes, all of which were not too troublesome. Cheng Huan nodded and got out of the car halfway to buy ingredients. Back home, the two worked together to make lunch, and everything was the same as usual.
After dinner, Jiang Mingyuan had to go to the company to deal with matters. He changed his clothes and asked Cheng Huan, "Do you want to go to the company with me?"
If it was normal, the other party would definitely refuse the invitation, but after a false alarm, she was a little reluctant to let the man out of sight, so she only hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
It only takes five minutes to drive from the apartment to the company. The car enters the underground parking lot, and the family of three takes the elevator to the top floor.
The top floor is the area belonging to Jiang Mingyuan and his assistant team. Few people will come up, the floor is very quiet, and there is no one in the corridor.
Jiang Mingyuan led them into the office and asked if they wanted something to eat.
"No need, go get busy."
"Yes." Jiang Mingyuan said: "There are novels on the bookshelf, you can read them if you feel bored."
"Oh." Cheng Huan glanced at the bookshelf next to him, then turned back: "The phone..."
"I still need the phone, so I can't return it to you for now." Jiang Mingyuan leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips: "Be good, just read a book."
Cheng Huan: "..."
She touched the corner of her lips, always feeling something strange.
Before she could protest, the man turned around and said, "I'm off to work."
Cheng Huan hadn't figured out what was wrong, so he gave up after hearing this: "...Okay."
Xing Xing came here once before, so Jiang Mingyuan still has toys for the little ones to play with in his office. Without electronic products and no job, Cheng Huan rarely spends an afternoon playing Rubik's Cube with his son.
She really didn't know much about this thing, and it took an hour to restore the messed Rubik's Cube, and her son had to teach her.
Xing Xing is young and knows how to play by himself, but he can't explain the reason at all. The more Cheng Huan talks about it, the more chaotic it becomes. Finally, the little teacher got impatient and threw the Rubik's Cube away: "Mom, you are so stupid!"
"What did you say?" Cheng Huan squeezed the flesh on his son's face, squinting his eyes threateningly.
The child is also knowledgeable about current affairs. Hearing this, he put away the disgusted expression on his face, threw himself into his mother's arms, held her face and blowing rainbow farts: "I said that my mother is so beautiful, you are the most beautiful in the world." Mother!"
Cheng Huan snorted: "You know the current affairs."
"whee."
…
The sound of mother and son playing could be heard from time to time. Jiang Mingyuan watched them play, the tense expression on his face relaxed a little, and the corners of his mouth and eyebrows softened.
He looked at it for a while, and turned back before being discovered. There was a new message from the other party in the dialog box. Looking at the line of words displayed on the screen, the temperature in his eyes instantly cooled down, and he raised his hand on the desktop. After typing a few times, he typed out a line and sent it.
[Jiang Mingyuan: Continue to pay attention to online trends, delete such messages as soon as they appear, and find something for those two people to do.]