Two men in black suits walked in and grabbed Mo Xiran's man.

"Who are you?" Xue Suzhen roared, and the person who was holding Mo Xiran was already subdued.

"Madam, please leave with us." One of the men said respectfully to Mo Xiran.

Mo Xiran frowned and was about to ask about their identity. The man had turned to Xue Suzhen and Jiang Jingtao, "Mr. Jiang, are you going to be an enemy of Mr. Zhou?"

They knew exactly who Mr. Zhou was.

Jiang Jingtao held Xue Suzhen's arm and whispered: "Aren't you still crazy enough? This is Ancheng, Zhou Yanchen's place!"

Even though Xue Suzhen was unwilling to give up, she could only bear this tone.

He took Mo Xiran back to Zhou's family, and the two men kept sending her into the elevator.

Relying on the elevator wall, Mo Xiran unloaded all his strength and gasped for breath.

The numbers were rising all the way, her nose was sore and her eyes were blurred.

With a "ding!", the elevator arrived at the floor of the President's Office and opened in response.

She raised her head, and a tall figure appeared in her eyes.

She knew who that was, relaxed herself and fell forward with a brand new support.

"Achen..."

Her body was steadily wrapped by a pair of solid arms, and then her feet left the ground and were picked up by him.

A warm kiss was printed on his forehead, and his voice rang in his ears.

"Don't be afraid, Xixi, I'm here."

"Achen." She went deep into his arms, and she said tiredly: "I want to leave."

"good."

...

A height of 30,000 feet, floating in the clouds.

Mo Xiran leaned on Zhou Yanchen's shoulder and gently drew his fingers on the computer window.

Zhou Yanchen turned his head and kissed the tip of her nose, with thin lips facing down.

Mo Xiran was obedient and asked him to kiss him.

The voice swept into her cochlea, irritating her eardrums: "Believe it or not, I did you do it on the plane?"

"You dare." She glared, but was a little scared.

He smiled softly and closed his arms.

"Achen, where are we going?"

Without thinking about anything and preparing for anything, she followed him on the plane.

I only found out that he actually chartered the flight.

What a rich man!

"You'll know when you go."

"Don't, you'd better tell me, so I'm mentally prepared."

"Sena."

"Sena?" This was the first time Mo Xiran heard this place name, "Where is that?"

“A town, you should like it.”

Seeing that he had made up his mind to keep him in a silence, Mo Xiran curled his lips and stopped asking.

"It's a long time to go to bed first, and I'll call you when I'm there."

"All right."

She adjusted a position comfortably in his arms, and she closed her eyes with peace of mind.

Zhou Yanchen carefully covered her blanket and hugged her tightly.

The person in his arms should sleep soundly.

When he was bored, he looked down at her.

Yes, it's just her.

Her eyelashes are long and dense, her nose is small, and her cherry lips are beautifully shaped.

He remembered the temperature on her lips.

Soon, Zhou Yanchen discovered that he was simply seeking death.

Because he actually...just because he looked at her, just because he looked at her.

There is no way, who told his little wife to be too cute, so cute.

With a sigh, he laid on top of her head, closed his eyes, and silently diverted his attention.

"Uh." A hoarse shouted softly, Zhou Yanchen frowned, pinched her jaw, "Take me?"

She didn't fall asleep at all!

Mo Xiran smiled, but still closed her eyes, "No, no, I fell asleep, my current behavior is unconscious."

"Is that?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously, raised his eyebrows and grabbed her wrist, "Since he is unconscious..."

After he finished speaking, she suddenly opened her eyes, "You..."

Her cheeks flushed and she regretted it.

Is this called stealing a chicken and losing a piece of rice?

He didn't mind coming on the plane once, but he was still thinking about letting her rest well.

"Close your eyes and sleep, otherwise you will stay in the hotel if you are not energetic."

She didn't want to go to a new place, but she had to be in the hotel on the first day.

He quickly closed his eyes obediently, and she rubbed it into his neck and said softly: "You sleep too."

"Okay, don't make trouble again." He still reminded him with concern.

Mo Xiran muttered and smiled, reaching out to wrap his arms around his waist.

There was no direct flight to Senna, so they transferred one flight, and it happened to be 3:30 in the morning when they arrived.

The wind blew on his face, Zhou Yanchen took out a scarf that had been prepared in advance and wrapped it around Mo Xiran's neck, hugged her and walked out of the airport.

The person arranged in advance picked them up outside the airport, opened the back seat door, and Zhou Yanchen hugged Mo Xiran into the car.

As soon as I got on the bus, my body immediately became warm with heating.

She pressed her head against the car glass and looked at the sky outside that was about to become brighter.

A smile on the corner of his mouth and a full look.

This scene came into Zhou Yanchen's eyes through the car window, making him feel warm.

He reached out and grabbed her cold fingertips, and he asked her, "Do you want to see?"

"Hmm?" She turned her head and looked at him, asking in confusion: "What do you look at?"

"Sunrise, it's not far from the sea."

"How did you know? You've been here?"

"No, can you do your homework?" He frowned and asked, "Do you want to see?"

"You want!" She nodded like pounding garlic, her eyes sparkling, "You want to see, you want to see."

"I understand." He laughed and ordered the driver: "Go to the beach."

The driver started the car, and he immediately hugged her into his arms.

Mo Xiran was nestled in his arms, looking out all the time, like a child looking forward to an outing, and his desires were written on his face.

She slowly turned back to the silly little woman she used to be.

It is no longer the pretending to be cold when reunion, it is the result of his doting and the last thing he likes to see.

His woman, he is responsible, only needs to be spoiled.

Behind a shallow sea, there is a deep sea, and the sea in the early morning is still pitch black.

Only in the distance is a misty and grayish white area. Compared to the downtown city, it is quiet like the last pure land in the world.

The driver stopped the car, and Mo Xiran hurriedly wanted to open the car door.

"Wait a minute." Zhou Yanchen grabbed her and put a blanket on her body. "It's cold outside, beware of a cold."

Mo Xiran wrinkled her nose and shrank her chin under the blanket, "Is it OK?"

Knowing that she couldn't help it, Zhou Yanchen let go of her and asked her to push the car door and get out of the car.
To be continued...