The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chu Yao couldn't do anything, but Mo Tingshen was her boss.

Sister Mi was happy to be a double agent, but when she thought about it carefully, except for official business, it seemed that Sister Mi had never mentioned Mo Tingshen in front of her. No matter good or bad, whenever Chu Yao brought Mo Tingshen to her when speaking As the court got deeper, Sister Mi immediately pretended to be deaf.

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

Chu Yao took a sip from the straw and drank the hot milk. Her hands and feet were warm, "Not yet."

"I drank too much last night. I'll bring you something light to eat."

Chu Yao asked: "Is it far?"

"It's not far. Just go upstairs. You'll have plenty of time to board the plane after eating."

"Okay."

Mo Ting reached out deeply, and Chu Yao handed the bag to him out of habit. The long shoulder strap made him wrap it around his hand several times and carry it as a short bag.

I ordered a bowl of noodles, a bowl of vermicelli, and a cold soup with shredded kelp and cucumber slices.

Chu Yao asked for the bowl of noodles and ate half of it. He only took a few bites of the vegetables and left them alone, but he drank all the milk.

Mo Ting took out a tissue and handed it to her to wipe her mouth. Then he simply cleared the table. The two of them came out of the restaurant. When they went downstairs, a man carrying a suitcase ran up quickly. Mo Ting stopped him. After a while, he took Chu Yao to the side. He stood on the steps two steps higher behind her, keeping his arms across her side to prevent being hit. After the person went up, he came down the stairs again. Take a step up with her.

When it was time to board the plane, Chu Yao said goodbye and asked for his bag back.

Mo Ting called her deeply: "Small waist."

"what happened?"

"Aren't you going to bless your brother?"

A trace of disgust flashed across Chu Yao's face, but she hid it very well. There was even a smile on her eyes and brows, and she looked at him without evading it.

Mo Ting clasped his hands behind his back and took a few steps towards her, "If you don't want me to get married..."

"Brother," Chu Yao smiled softly, "Happy wedding."

The corners of Mo Tingshen's mouth froze for a moment. When he lowered his head, his brows raised, and he seemed to exhale a long breath. When he raised his head, he could no longer find any embarrassment.

He took off his suit jacket and put it on her body, "Keep it covered on the plane so you don't catch a cold."

"Ok!"

Chu Yao didn't even reach out to hold her coat. She took two steps back and looked at him, as if waiting for him to say something else. She was too lazy to look back again. When she was sure that he wouldn't say anything more, she turned around. Then leave.

The steps never stop.

There was a trash can next to the queue. Chu Yao held the back collar with one hand, pulled the suit off, and raised his hand to throw it into the trash can.

"Small waist."

Mo Ting called her deeply.

Chu Yao trembled inexplicably, turned his hand, and put the suit on his elbow without any trace.

After entering, she had to take off all her belongings and put them in the basket to pass the security check. After she passed, she took everything away except Mo Tingshen's coat.

The staff stopped her and said, "Hello, you didn't get your clothes."

"Oh," Chu Yao turned around and smiled, "It's broken, throw it away for me."

The staff thought she looked familiar and took a second look. Chu Yao pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and turned around to leave.

The staff member could not leave his post, and the person really didn't want the clothes. He was about to throw it away, but suddenly a man stopped him and said a few words. The staff member gave the man his coat doubtfully.

Half an hour later, the plane took off.

Mo Tingshen stood in the parking lot outside the airport, sitting with his back against the front of the car, looking up at the plane flying in the sky.