Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 645 The Modern Story (82)

Ai Ling didn't have too many requirements for the style of the wedding dress, everything was simple, simple and beautiful.

It was after three o'clock in the afternoon that Mirin left the presidential palace. Although it took less than two hours, Mirin felt that it was enough for her to enter the presidential palace once in her life.

Ai Ling became more and more lethargic, and always panicked with hunger. In the past few days, she was nestled in the room and refused to move. Xuanyuan Jiaye was afraid that she would suffocate, so he carried her to the garden for a walk to breathe fresh air.

"Jiaye, shall we take wedding photos?"

Ai Ling called Ai Weiyan yesterday and informed her that preparations for the wedding had already started, Ai Weiyan was naturally happy, and generously called Ai Ling 500 million, saying that if it was not enough, he would call him again.

The wedding day was set at the beginning of next month, that is, September 9th.

Few of the people Xuanyuan Jiaye notified were familiar with them. Except for Ai Weiyan, Murong Yao, and Yang Jinglinnai, the rest were colleagues of Ai Ling and Xuanyuan Jiaye, and the rest were members of the media.

"Okay, then I'll book a plane ticket tonight, and we'll go wherever you want to shoot, but the premise is that you're healthy." Xuanyuan Jiaye squeezed her leg.

Ai Ling hugged his neck and rubbed it, "Go to the Maldives, it is said that it will disappear soon, I am fine."

"Okay, then go to Maldives." Xuanyuan Jiaye kissed her cheek dotingly.

That night, Xuanyuan Jiaye asked his special assistant to book a flight ticket to the Maldives, and he also assigned a personal doctor and six bodyguards. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but that he was afraid that something would happen to Ai Ling.

Early the next morning, Ai Ling fell into a drowsy sleep and was carried out the door. When she opened her eyes, people had already arrived at the airport. They took the underground passage, so there were not many people.

Ai Ling rubbed her eyes, "Didn't the president have his own driver?"

"That's more eye-catching." Xuanyuan Jiaye put her on the seat and fastened her seat belt before sitting down, "I've already prepared lunch and brought it to you. If you don't eat the food on the plane, if you want to eat anything else, I will Go buy it for you now."

Ai Ling was lying on the seat with some fatigue, her eyelids were a little heavy, she still didn't wake up, and she lazily replied, "I want to drink yogurt."

As soon as her words fell, the accompanying bodyguards immediately turned around and got off the cabin, and ran to the nearest milk factory to buy a big bucket and came back. It only took half an hour to go back and forth. Fortunately, Xuanyuan Jiaye arrived four or ten minutes earlier. Not long after the plane, there was a notice in the broadcast room that the plane was about to take off.

Except for Xuanyuan Jiaye and Ai Ling, as well as a few bodyguards and a personal doctor, there was no one else in the first class, just because Xuanyuan Jiaye bought all the seats in order not to disturb Ai Ling's rest.

The moment the plane took off, Ai Ling vomited violently and vomited all over Xuanyuan Jiaye's body, but he didn't hide, instead he patted her on the back lightly.

"Pour a glass of warm water here." He frowned and told the bodyguard.

Ai Ling vomited all the time, until her face turned pale, Xuanyuan Jiaye's face was gloomy, "Let the plane return to the airport!"

"But it's already taken off..." The private plane looked at the ground that had gradually shrunk.

Xuanyuan Jiaye yelled, "I will pay for all losses!"

"No need...cough cough..." Ai Ling almost vomited, she patted the angry man's hand, "I'm fine, it's okay, I'm not that hypocritical."

Xuanyuan Jiaye frowned, and said distressedly: "If you can't take it, don't listen to it?"

(End of this chapter)