My sweet wife won again

Chapter 555 Should I write a suicide note

The plane flew at [-] o'clock in the morning and flew for about ten hours. When it arrived at Nice Airport, it happened to be midnight in France.

Because of the fierce sea wind, the plane hovered over Nanfa for more than half an hour, but was unable to land.

After finally starting to land, the entire plane was suddenly swept up by the strong wind, and the limit rose.

Swaying left and right, Feng Lingling was so scared that she cried.

Except for her, countless people cried in fright. Seeing that the plane was about to rush into the sea, everyone felt that they would die.

Couples of relatives, friends and couples on the plane either hugged each other and cried, or simply kissed.

"Is it time to write a suicide note?" Feng Lingling cried and said, "I can write it, and my mother can't see it, oh, give it to my dad."

She choked with sobs, trying to calm down her brain, and said, "But, who will give it to Dad?"

"It'll be fine," Murong Chenghan comforted her, "The strong wind won't last long, as long as it stops, the plane can fly out."

"Really?" She sighed with emotion at the man's calmness, and her sobs became smaller.

Holding both hands in his warm hands, Feng Lingling felt a layer of peace of mind and warmth in her heart.

But the violent turbulence in the next moment aroused her fear and fear again, her eyes were red, and she suddenly held the man's hand back.

"Murong Chenghan," she said, looking directly at him firmly, "I have something to tell you now."

The man's eyes became very deep, and a trace of movement slowly flowed in his eyes. He asked, "What are you talking about?"

"If I really die here today, with you," she said, with tears streaming down her face, "this life will be worth it, really!"

Although her eyes were filled with tears, the girl looked at him without blinking, as if she was afraid that she would never see him again in the next moment.

The tears that flowed slowly fell down unconsciously in big drops, and Feng Lingling's sincere gaze deeply warmed his heart.

Obviously, he knew very well that the plane would not have an accident, and it was impossible for them to die here, but why?
My mood was like a turbulent wave, with ups and downs, the feeling of parting from life and death, and great sadness came to my heart again.

The four eyes met, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were fixed on her.

The pitch-black color, invisible, seemed to have a huge vortex rolling and undulating.

In just one minute, like a century, finally, the man's slightly trembling lips opened a little.

But before he could say a single syllable, the radio in the plane suddenly rang.

"Ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the panic, the plane has now safely flown out of the wind belt, but we had to make an emergency landing in Marseille."

The plane returned to normal, and all the crying and screaming just disappeared, and the crew enthusiastically provided tissues to everyone.

Shocked, as if escaping from the brink of death.

Everyone calmed down the fear in their hearts, and suddenly they were grateful for their narrow escape.

Oh, you have to cherish life more in the future!There are not a few people who feel this way, Feng Lingling is an exception.

She regained her senses, anxiously avoided Murong Chenghan's gaze, turned her back in embarrassment, and wiped away her tears indiscriminately.

I'm so crazy, what did I just say?
Why didn't the plane have an accident?She was thinking wildly, she could say such embarrassing words, she might as well die.

"Just now," the man held her shoulder firmly with one hand, "I want to say, I am the same, it's worth it."

(End of this chapter)