Although Zhou Feiyu is a rich second-generation who lives a life of idleness and waiting for death, he is extremely efficient in his work. Not long after the two hung up the phone, the business manager contacted Sang Tianen.
The other party enthusiastically introduced the entire rental process, as well as some additional consumer services. Every point was explained very clearly, and it can be said that it was fair to everyone.
This made Sang Tianen feel quite embarrassed. It was already inappropriate to disturb someone so late at night, and the other party was so attentive and considerate in serving her. She planned to praise this business manager in front of Zhou Feiyu after the whole trip was over.
The two of them spent nearly an hour finalizing the entire matter. Sang Tianen also requested that some flowers be decorated on the yacht, and some seafood, fruits, and food be prepared.
In a word, make sure your first Valentine's Day is memorable.
The business manager assured her that it was no problem and that they were quite experienced in this matter and would definitely satisfy Sang Tianen.
It was already one in the morning when the two finished their discussion. Sang Tianen was so excited that he was in a state of nervous excitement. The image of Yan Zheng's surprised expression when he saw the yacht covered with flowers emerged in his mind.
However, before she could be happy for long, she suddenly remembered something. It takes nearly three hours to fly from Zhaoyang City to Shendao. Assuming that she and Yan Zheng set out from home at six o'clock, it would take at least ten o'clock to arrive at Shendao, which means it would take more than six hours to go back and forth.
She had to go to work the next day and was very pressed for time. Most importantly, she hadn't booked a plane ticket yet, and Yan Zheng didn't know about this either. It was unlikely that she would knock on someone's door at four o'clock tomorrow.
Sang Tianen slapped her forehead and felt that she was really stupid. The yacht had already been booked, and she had woken up the business manager in the middle of the night and chatted with him for a long time. She really didn't have the face to cancel the yacht.
She gritted her teeth and opened her phone to check flight schedules. The earliest available flight from Zhaoyang City to Shendao tomorrow was at 7:05. It would take at least an hour to get from Yan Zheng's house to the airport, which was too rushed.
I continued to look down and saw that the next available bus was at around 10 o'clock. This was not a good option because it would take at least the afternoon to get to Shendao Island. There was no point in having fun there.
Sang Tianen now regrets very much why she didn't finalize this matter earlier. She is in such a hurry now. Of course, she didn't have this idea earlier.
Throwing away her phone, she lay back on the bed, her eyes staring blankly and her mind empty. Five minutes later, she picked up her phone again, made a video call to Zhou Feiyu, and asked if she could borrow her private jet.
To be honest, although the relationship between the two is pretty good, Sang Tianen never asks the other party for help. One reason is because of her personality. She likes to take everything on herself. The other reason is that she doesn't like to owe favors to others.
Although she is usually mean and loves to take advantage of others, she rarely does so in action and only does it to satisfy her urge to talk.
Zhou Feiyu was also a straightforward person. She said that a relative of hers was flying to Shendao tomorrow and could let her stay with him.
She made fun of Sang Tianen implicitly, saying that she was lucky to have a friend like her and a relative who happened to be going to Shendao. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to fly even if she had a private plane. This thing needs to be applied for in advance from the Aviation Administration. The two chatted for a while before hanging up the phone.
The next day, Sang Tianen woke up at around five o'clock. In fact, she didn't sleep much. This was her first time traveling with her boyfriend. To be honest, every cell in her body was screaming with excitement.
After a quick wash, she went to the cloakroom and began to pack her clothes. She stuffed her passport and travel kit into the suitcase. After she finished packing, she slapped her forehead again. She was not going abroad, so why should she bring her passport? The more anxious she was, the more confused she became.
She pursed her lips and threw her passport away, then suddenly remembered that she was only going to visit for a day and would be back the same day. What clothes should she bring? She wasn't staying overnight...
"Stay overnight?" Sang Tianen suddenly stopped taking the clothes, his breathing suddenly stagnated, and even his back stiffened.
She murmured. At this moment, the sky outside the window was still a dark blue, and the warm light of the lamp was reflected on the glass window.
Sang Tianen saw a pair of unusually bright black eyes printed on the transparent glass. The outline was very blurry, but the light emitted was like the excited look of a lone wolf that had been hungry for ten days and ten nights when it saw a lamb.
What a beast! Sang Tianen spat, but his men stuffed the short-sleeved shirt they had just taken out back into the suitcase.
It was already five forty when she arrived at Yan Zheng's house. She took out her cell phone and dialed his number. The beeping lasted for a long time before the call was picked up. A low, tired, hoarse voice rang out: "Hello?"
"It's me, Sang Tianen." Sang Tianen smiled weakly. If Yan Zheng scolded her, she would accept it. It was her fault for being crazy.
Yan Zheng hadn't fully woken up yet, and he said casually with his eyes closed: "What's wrong?"
"I'm at your door now. Can you get up and open the door for me?" Sang Tianen touched his forehead with an embarrassed expression.
Yan Zheng took about three seconds to react before sitting up from the bed. His eyelids were stretched wide by fatigue, and his expression was both confused and surprised. "What did you say?"
Sang Tianen leaned one arm against the wall, bit his lip and said, "I'm at your door. Please open the door for me first, and then I'll tell you in detail."
Yan Zheng stood up, put on navy blue slippers with a little rabbit head printed on them, and walked towards the door. As soon as he turned the door lock, he saw Sang Tianen standing in front of the door with a mobile phone in one hand, smiling brightly at him.
He was stunned for a second, then quickly welcomed the person in and asked, "Why are you here?"
Sang Tianen walked into the room, hesitating about how to start the conversation. If the other party liked going to the Divine Island, it would be a surprise, but if they didn't like it, it would be a hassle, after all, it would take six or seven hours on the road.
She was indeed impulsive in this matter and should have discussed it with Yan Zheng in advance. What if the other party didn't want to run back and forth like this? Wouldn't she be wasting money and getting no thanks?
Seeing her come to his house early in the morning, with a shadow under her eyes and a serious expression, Yan Zheng's heart suddenly hung in the air. He thought that Sang Tianen had encountered something, so he asked with concern, "What happened?"
Sang Tianen opened his mouth and was about to say something when his eyes suddenly fixed on Yan Zheng's collarbone.
At this moment, he was wearing a white sleeveless sweatshirt with a large and loose collar. Under the light, his skin was as smooth and milky white as the finest mutton-fat jade, with an alluring luster.
He was wearing a pair of shorts that just reached his knees. His calves under the trouser legs were not as weak and slender as those of men in the female-dominated world. Instead, they had a strong beauty. You could tell at a glance that these were a pair of legs that had been exercised regularly.
"Ah, nothing." She quickly looked away, but the scene she had just seen kept flashing in her mind.
I spat at myself again in my heart, calling me a beast!
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