"No need, I'm not that stingy person." Qiao Muyuan said casually, "Are you afraid of affecting your image?"

"What image do I have? Maybe I would have cared about these things when I was about twenty years old. At this age, do you think I still care?"

"Yes." Qiao Muyuan knew that he would not care about these false names, especially in the past two years, he has almost retired, indifferent to his ambitions, and retired to the world.

But she also knew that as soon as the photo came out, everyone in the world would know that she and Ji Changmu were secretly together again.

People who don't know each other won't care, but there are many people in their circle.

Some news even used the words "fixed frame of the century" to praise this love in the aftermath of the disaster. Qiao Muyuan quite liked it.

Before she could continue scrolling through the photos, the plane was about to take off and she turned on airplane mode.

A smile appeared on Ji Changmu's face. He leaned on the seat and asked with a smile: "How do you feel now?"

Qiao Muyuan put down the phone and leaned on the seat like him, with the corners of his lips raised: "Every ordinary day is worth cherishing."

"Well." He stretched out his hand and covered the back of her hand with his big hand, "Go and have a sleep. I'll call you when we get to your destination."

"What about you? You didn't look well when you first got on the plane. Have you taken your medicine today?"

"I'm fine, I'm a little airsick."

"Thank you for your hard work." She turned to look at his beautiful face. He had always protected her in the face of life and death on the plane today.

"Why are you being polite to me?" He rubbed her little head.

The plane began to taxi until it reached the sky, and the lights on the plane were turned off in an orderly manner.

In the darkness, Ji Changmu closed his eyes and rested his mind.

There was a dull pain in my back, and I was hit by some objects in the chaos. Fortunately, I didn't hit my head, otherwise I would have suffered a lot this time.

Qiao Muyuan was safe and sound.

She was tired after all this tossing, and fell asleep quickly after closing her eyes, her little hand held tightly by Ji Changmu.

With their fingers intertwined, he finally found her again.

News of the plane accident made headlines around the world.

Ye Jiaqi also saw the newspaper. Her eyes went dark and she almost fainted. Her heart was in severe pain. She could no longer bear the pain of losing her son for the second time. Fortunately, little Youzi was safe.

Josnian put his arm around her shoulders, put a thick white fur coat on her, and put away her newspaper: "Stop reading, my daughter will be back in a few hours."

"Si Nian, did I almost lose Little Pomelo again?" Her hands were still trembling. "The news said that this plane accident is a once-in-a-century event."

"The news also said that everything was safe and sound."

"Is little Yuzi injured? I'm very worried about her."

In the courtyard, Ye Jiaqi was sitting under a parasol, his face slightly pale and his heartbeat erratic.

Josnian stood beside her, still hugging her, close to her ear, and said in a deep and deep voice: "What does Ji Changmu have to worry about when he is by her side? Even if it is wind, frost, sword, mountain of fire, he will stand for your daughter.

Carry it over and she won't be hurt at all."

"You trust him very much. Obviously, he injured your daughter completely in the first half of the year." Ye Jiaqi sighed, lowered his head, and fiddled with the snacks on the plate absentmindedly with his fork.

"Give Qiao Muyuan some time, she will make her own choice and judgment."
Chapter completed!