A gust of wind suddenly blew up, and a helicopter parked on the lawn not far from the plane flew directly into the rear cabin of the plane.

The car that Yan Mo and his friends were riding in was parked on the lawn, and it was also rented by Si Ze for Yan Mo.

The moment he stopped, Xiaoping ran out, causing a light breeze to blow across Yan Mo's cheek.

"Si Ze, is this plane really yours? How come I didn't know you had a private plane?" Yan Mo asked stupidly.

She felt that her brain at this moment was like a rusty machine, unable to move and stuck.

There are differences between rich people, and there are differences between wealthy people. Just like BMW and Maserati are both called luxury cars, the price difference is dozens of times.

She used to say that even if the Si family was the richest family in the country, she wouldn't be surprised, but now she is still shocked. That private jet must be worth tens of billions!

No, it could be hundreds of billions.

She didn't understand this anyway. Yan Mo only knew one thing: those who had private jets were all super rich.

"The plane is not mine, it belongs to Grandpa." Si Ze corrected Yan Mo's wrong sentence.

Seeing that Yan Mo was still in a daze, Si Ze scratched Yan Mo's small upturned nose and chuckled, "Your husband is still a poor man and can't afford these."

"Tsk." Yan Mo said disdainfully, "Didn't the old man say in the last report that as long as you get married, he will hand over the Zhenghong Group to you. Then everything the Si family owns will be yours. How dare you cry poor?"

How dare he compete with them for the title of poor? If Si Ze was a poor man, would she be called a "beggar"? The thought of it made her feel sick.

"Yes!" Si Ze stopped and turned to look at Yan Mo, who was being held by him, and said with a smile: "So, what are you planning on doing to truly marry me?"

Yan Mo was speechless for a moment and looked away, not daring to look him in the face. In her mind, the wealth of his family kept rising, and the pressure on her was increasing.

How could she give him an answer when she was like this? She didn't even have the answer in her heart.

"silently."

Si Ze kept pressing on, as if he wanted a correct answer today.

"Young Master, Young Madam." Old man Guan, who was standing under the plane waiting, saw Si Ze and Yan Mo walking out of the helicopter. He quickly walked up to them and greeted them with a smile.

"Hello, Grandpa Guan." Yan Mo broke free from Si Ze's grip on her and ran towards the sixty-year-old man as if he were her savior. Si Ze had no choice but to follow her, regretting a little that she had agreed to let the old man come to pick her up. This scene seemed to scare her a little, and she started to avoid him again. He was actually quite innocent, and these were not his.

"Okay." Old Man Guan stopped in front of them and responded with a smile. His gaze shifted from Yan Mo to Si Ze, from the tip of his hair to his heels. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as the young master is okay, it's good."

"It's okay, Grandpa Guan." Si Ze said coldly: "Those people are not enough to take my life."

Hearing this, Yan Mo turned around and looked at Si Ze. She felt embarrassed to criticize him.

Who was it, lying half-dead in the ward that day?

"Grandpa Guan believes in the young master's ability, but the old master keeps nagging you. Let's go back!"

Old Man Guan followed Old Man Si when he was young. He endured the cold and resisted bullets for the old man. Although he was a servant in the Si family, his status was not low. The younger generations like Si Ze respected him very much, just like they treated the elders of the Si family.

"Well, Grandpa Guan, let's go!" Si Ze nodded, pulled Yan Mo and walked towards the plane parked on the grass, with Old Man Guan following closely behind.

Before they even got close, they saw a man moving his hands up and down towards the plane.

"Wow, this wheel is taller than me, these wings, this nose, everything is so handsome, so cool..." Xiaoping couldn't let go of the plane and kept touching here and looking there. If the plane wasn't huge, Yan Mo would have doubted that Xiaoping could ride on the plane, hold it in his arms and take a few bites. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was lingering on it for three feet.

"It's good to be young!" Old Man Guan sighed.

"Grandpa Guan, you're not old either." Yan Mo comforted with a smile.

"Haha, you're calling me grandpa, you're not old yet!"

Yan Mo's words made old man Guan laugh out loud.

The people of the Si family are humble and polite to others, and never use money or power to oppress others. Just like at this moment, the Si family did not drive Xiaoping away like other rich people.

So people stood by and waited quietly.

A few minutes later,

Xiaoping reluctantly let go of the wheel of the plane and walked towards Yan Mo and the others, looking back every few steps.

"Captain, next time I have the chance, I will go to Mo City. Will you pick me up with this plane?" Xiaoping asked expectantly.

"Okay." Si Ze touched Xiaoping's flat head and agreed without hesitation.

"Thank you, Captain." After thanking him, Xiaoping ran back to the sightseeing helicopter with his hands dancing, and waved to Yan Mo and the others through the window: "Sister Yan, Captain, goodbye."

soon.

The helicopter slowly rose into the air in everyone's sight and disappeared over the Brook Meadows.

Yan Mo also followed Si Ze onto the plane. The cabin had a layout and decoration similar to the first-class cabin he usually sat in. Under the warm lights, there were only a few luxurious seats with adjustable comfort levels. Large monitors were distributed next to each seat, and the melodious and soothing piano music "Wedding in a Dream" echoed in the cabin.

Under Si Ze's guidance, Yan Mo sat down on the right side of the window seat, next to Si Ze. After a while, a professional flight attendant brought champagne, steak, and salad...

"Mr. Si, please fill up." The flight attendant slowly squatted beside Si Ze and elegantly poured champagne into Si Ze's glass. The sweet and soft voice coupled with the graceful music made people feel indescribably comfortable.

"Yes." Si Ze nodded calmly and pointed at Yan Mo and said, "Please change the milk for the young lady."

"Okay, Mr. Si." The stewardess stood up with some disappointment and went back to the kitchen. When she came back, she handed a cup of hot milk to Yan Mo.

"Thank you!" Yan Mo took it and thanked with a smile.

My eyes stayed on the flight attendant for two seconds. She was pretty.

Yan Mo sighed in his heart, a man like Si Ze who is good-looking and rich is really a sweet commodity, how can this not be stressful!

"Young Madam, you're welcome."

The flight attendant finished everything and before leaving, she glanced at Si Ze who was busy at work.

Yan Mo saw these little movements and felt a little uncomfortable.

But she is not the kind of person who makes trouble for no reason. At least, Si Ze didn't see it. If she said it out loud, it would be telling him clearly that she was jealous.

She felt so weird.

Yan Mo sighed deeply, leaned back on his mount, and covered his face with the newspaper in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Si Ze chuckled and shook his head. This little girl is not very old, and she sighs every day. How could she have so many worries?