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Chapter 113 Don't, it's boring, it's small and slow
Zhang Yuanyuan didn't understand what it meant, so she took the rope first, and then saw Yan Fuguang walk into the blind spot beside her, and motioned her to continue.

She could only move forward in a daze.

It was okay at first, but it ended up being less than ten steps away. When Dulian stopped to wait for Yan Fuguang again and found that she was not there, the situation changed immediately.

Durian first turned around in a circle and looked around, but he didn't see Yan Fuguang anywhere. It had been very quiet and suddenly started meowing. It was puzzled at first, and then angry with the naked eye, and it was still directed at Zhang Yuanyuan, as if blaming her. It's like making Yan Fuguang disappear.

Zhang Yuanyuan yelled, "Oh no, it's not my fault what you call me at me!"

It wasn't until Yan Fuguang reappeared that Dulian ran back to Yan Fuguang's feet and sat down on the spot, wrapping her tail around her feet.

Only then did Zhang Yuanyuan understand the meaning of durian. Dare love that this guy doesn't like to go shopping, but likes to go shopping with Yan Fuguang!

She couldn't help slandering this guy as a white-eyed wolf: "Well, I don't care about you, just be your mother and cat, hmph!"

Zhang Yuanyuan pushed up her luggage and walked ahead humming an unknown tune. She was very good at thinking about problems from another angle. It would be better if she didn't like to take a walk, which would save her a lot of trouble.

Downstairs is still the same Maybach, and the same driver as Ji Yingzhou when he first came here.

He greeted Yan Fuguang politely, and then quietly sent them to the airport all the way.

A handsome Gulfstream G650 is quietly waiting for its guests on the tarmac.

This is the first time for Zhang Yuanyuan to observe what a private jet looks like at close range, but in fact the interior is not so exotic and luxurious. The large area of ​​milky white is matched with deep and light gray, and the overall style is very business-like.

Moreover, the flight attendant was not the fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged flight attendant that Zhang Yuanyuan imagined, but a woman in her 30s. No matter how she dressed, how she spoke or acted, she made people feel capable and stable, which fit Zhang Yuanyuan's impression of Ji Yingzhou very well.

"Hi Miss Yan, I am Jiang Chanzhi, the flight attendant for this flight, welcome aboard!"

The flight attendant bowed slightly and introduced with a smile: "This flight is expected to take one hour and thirty minutes, and it is expected to arrive at Hudong International Airport at three o'clock in the afternoon. This is the call button. You can call me at any time if you need anything."

Yan Fuguang said softly: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, I wish you both a pleasant journey!"

After the simple conversation, Jiang Chanzhi disappeared from the sight of the two of them, and she would never appear without calling.

Although there was no one around, Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't help lowering her voice and said, "It turns out that the life of the rich is like this, and it's different from what I thought."

Yan Fuguang put the durian on the ground to let it move freely, leaned on the sofa and asked curiously, "What do you think?"

"That's right, that's... well, all kinds of luxury and money, you know, that's the kind, uh..."

In fact, Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't tell a specific example, and could only wink and gesture.

Yan Fuguang could almost understand what she meant, smiled and looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window in a trance.

"Actually, you are right. Those who have money to a certain extent live a life of luxury and luxury. The most outrageous plots you can imagine are their daily life, and there are so many things that you can't imagine."

Zhang Yuanyuan was a little shocked by Yan Fuguang's words, she thought Yan Fuguang would say that not all rich people are like this blabla, but she did the opposite.

Zhang Yuanyuan hurriedly said: "Then Mr. Ji..."

In the middle of speaking, she suddenly realized that she was still on the other person's plane, she immediately covered her mouth and leaned close to Yan Fuguang's ear, muttering softly.

"Could it be that Mr. Ji is what you said?"

Yan Fuguang thought for a while, smiled and shook his head: "No, unless I'm wrong."

Zhang Yuanyuan patted his chest, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good!"

Yan Fuguang was amused by her like this: "You can do whatever you like, what's good about you?"

"That can't be the same. After all, you and Mr. Ji, um, just know each other, and the relationship is not bad. Of course, it's better if he has no bad habits! Hehe!" Zhang Yuanyuan almost couldn't come back while talking, just Can gag.

Yan Fuguang didn't bother to delve into what she meant, seeing the durian jumping on her lap, he stretched out his hand and scratched its chin.

Durian snored comfortably, and the whole cat spread out, revealing its round belly, and grabbed Yan Fuguang's hand to signal her to continue.

Zhang Yuanyuan saw Durian's appearance and walked over to poke his belly: "You said you don't look like a cat. When you go to a strange place, you just lie down and lie down. You are heartless."

Dulian just ignored her, scratched the front side after scratching, no matter where it is, as long as there is Yan Fuguang.

When it was close to three o'clock, Jiang Chanzhi appeared again, reminding them that the plane was about to land.

Zhang Yuanyuan stretched her waist, and sighed sincerely: "Private jets are just comfortable. They can do whatever they want, and they fly faster than civil aviation."

"If you like it, work hard to make money, and just buy one yourself."

Zhang Yuanyuan opened her mouth wide, how does an assistant of hers have to make money to afford a private jet!

Maybe even Duan Lang, her benchmark in life, can't do it!
"It's impossible for me to make money in my next life. I can only rely on you, Yan Yan. If you work hard to make money and buy one, I'll be satisfied after a while."

No, boring, small and slow.

Although Yan Fuguang didn't say what was in his heart, how could someone who had personally piloted a Star Destroyer value a toy like a private jet.

The two came out of the exclusive terminal for business jets, and two Maybachs stopped at the door.

Yan Fuguang found that Ji Yingzhou was too low-key, he didn't use any Rolls-Royce Bentley, and all his official cars were Maybachs, but he didn't know if his private garage was the same.

Jiang Chanzhi accompanied the two of them all the way out, helping Zhang Yuanyuan put her luggage in the second car, but took Yan Fuguang to the side of the first car.

Zhang Yuanyuan said I understand and I understand, and he smiled: "Then Yanyan, go back and rest early, see you at the company tomorrow."

Yan Fuguang nodded: "Send me a message when you get home."

Zhang Yuanyuan said OK and got into the car behind. A few seconds later, the car turned out and drove away from the terminal.

Yan Fuguang was about to open the rear door, when there was a soft sound, the passenger door opened.

Looking down, I saw Ji Yingzhou sitting in the driver's seat.

"Why are you here, didn't you say you were in a meeting?"

Yan Fuguang sat sideways in the passenger driver and looked at Ji Yingzhou who hadn't seen him for more than ten days.

He seemed to have tidied his hair and looked a little shorter than before. He also wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, making him a little more unpredictable than usual.

Ji Yingzhou's voice was a little hoarse, but he still smiled and said, "It's over."

He has held a video conference for more than five hours, otherwise he would not wear glasses.

"Is your throat uncomfortable?" Yan Fuguang asked concerned.

"I said a few more words in the meeting, it's okay."

(End of this chapter)