Chapter 113 No, it’s boring, small and slow

Zhang Yuanyuan didn't understand what it meant, so she took the rope first, then saw Yan Fuguang walking into the blind spot next to her and motioning for her to continue.

She could only move forward in confusion.

It was okay at first, but within ten steps, when Durian stopped again to wait for Yan Fuguang but found that she was not there, the situation immediately changed.

Durian first turned around and looked around, but could not see Yan Fuguang anywhere. It had been very quiet and suddenly started meowing, first confused, then visibly angry, and it was still directed at Zhang Yuanyuan, as if blaming her.

It's like Yan Fuguang has disappeared.

Zhang Yuanyuan shouted that she was wronged: "No, it's not my fault that you yelled at me!"

It wasn't until Yan Fuguang appeared again that Durian ran back to Yan Fuguang's feet, sat down on the spot, and wrapped his tail around her feet.

Only then did Zhang Yuanyuan understand what Durian meant. I dare say this guy doesn’t like shopping, but he likes shopping with Yan Fuguang!

She couldn't help but accuse this guy of being a white-eyed wolf: "Okay, I won't argue with you, you just treat me as your mother's cat, hum!"

Zhang Yuanyuan pushed up her luggage and walked in front humming an unknown tune. She was very good at thinking about problems from another angle. It was better if she didn't like walking, which saved her a lot of trouble.

There is still the same Maybach downstairs, with the same driver as Ji Yingzhou when he first came here.

He greeted Yan Fuguang politely, and then quietly sent the two of them to the airport.

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

This is Zhang Yuanyuan’s first close-up look at what a private jet looks like, but in fact the interior is not that fancy and luxurious. It is a large area of ​​milky white with deep and light gray, and the overall style is very business-like.

Moreover, the flight attendant was not the fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged person Zhang Yuanyuan fantasized about. Instead, she was a woman in her thirties. No matter how she dressed or spoke or acted, she looked capable and steady, which was in line with Zhang Yuanyuan's impression of Ji Yingzhou.

"Hello, Ms. 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 is expected to arrive at Hudong International Airport at three o'clock in the afternoon. This is the call button. If you have any needs, you can call me at any time."

Yan Fuguang said softly: "Thank you!"

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

After a simple conversation, Jiang Chanzhi disappeared from the sight of the two of them and would never appear without being summoned.

Although there was no one next to him, Zhang Yuanyuan could not help but lower her voice and said: "It turns out that the life of rich people is like this. It's different from what I thought."

Yan Fuguang put the durian on the ground and let it move freely. He leaned on the sofa and asked curiously: "What do you think it is?"

"It's just...well, all kinds of extravagance and so on, you know, just that kind of, uh..."

Zhang Yuanyuan actually couldn't give any specific examples, she could only make winking gestures.

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

"Actually, you're right. People who are rich enough to live a life of luxury and extravagance. The most outrageous plots you can come up with are just their daily lives. There are more things than you can 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, but she did the opposite.

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

Halfway through, she suddenly realized that she was still on someone else's plane. She immediately covered her mouth and leaned into Yan Fuguang's ear, whispering softly.

"Is that what you said, Mr. Ji?"

Yan Fuguang thought for a while and shook his head with a smile: "No, unless I saw it wrong."

Zhang Yuanyuan patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good!"

Yan Fuguang was amused by her behavior: "You can do whatever you want, what's wrong with you?"

"How can it be the same? After all, you and Mr. Ji just know each other and have a good relationship. Of course it would be better if he has no bad habits! Hehe!" As he said this, Zhang Yuanyuan almost couldn't come back, but

Can make jokes.

Yan Fuguang didn't bother to delve into what she meant. When he saw the durian jumping on her lap, he reached out and scratched its chin.

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

When Zhang Yuanyuan saw Durian's appearance, she walked over and poked him in the belly: "You said you don't look like a cat at all. You just lie down when you go to a strange place. You are heartless."

Durian ignored her, and after scratching the front and sides, it didn't matter where it was, as long as Yan helped light it up.

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

Zhang Yuanyuan stretched out and sighed sincerely: "Private planes are so comfortable. You can do whatever you 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. How on earth does her assistant make money to afford a private jet?

Probably not even Duan Lang, her role model in life!

"It won't be possible for me to make money in the next life. I have to rely on you, Yan Yan. You work hard to make money and buy one. I'll be satisfied just by following along."

No, it's boring, small and slow.

Although Yan Fuguang didn't say what he meant, how could someone who had personally piloted a Star Destroyer value a toy like a private jet?

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

Yan Fuguang found that Ji Yingzhou was too low-key. He didn't use any Rolls-Royce or Bentley, and all his official cars were Maybachs. He just 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 the luggage in the second car, but led Yan Fuguang to the first car.

Zhang Yuanyuan had an "I understand, I understand" look on her face, and smiled: "Well, Yan Yan, go back and get some rest early. I'll see you at the company tomorrow."

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

Zhang Yuanyuan gestured OK and got into the car behind her. After a few seconds, the car turned around and drove away from the terminal.

Yan Fuguang was about to open the rear door when there was a soft sound and 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 seat and looked at Ji Yingzhou, whom he hadn't seen for more than ten days.

He seemed to have tidied his hair, which looked shorter than before. He was also wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, making him a little more unpredictable than his usual calm self.

Ji Yingzhou's voice was slightly hoarse, but he still said with a smile: "It's over."

He had already held a video conference for more than five hours, otherwise he would not have put on his glasses.

"Is your throat uncomfortable?" Yan Fuguang asked with concern.

"I talked a few more words during the meeting, it's okay."
Chapter completed!