"Sir, the plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelt."
A flight attendant's voice came from above, stopping Fu Zai from getting up.
He asked, "How many hours does it take to get to Haicheng?"
The flight attendant replied, "About 2 hours and 30 minutes."
Oh dear, there are still more than two hours left.
Fu Zai peeked ahead several times. His seat was a certain distance from Luo Luo's. He should have been sitting next to Luo Luo, but Su Muyu had done almost all of his work for him.
With his phone in airplane mode, Fuzai connected to the airplane's Wi-Fi, hesitating whether to tell Luoluo about it. But then he thought, they were already on the plane, so he could only wait until landing to tell her.
Otherwise, if Luo Luo is worried, she won't feel at ease even when taking a plane.
Two hours later, the plane arrived at Haicheng Airport.
Ning Qiluo took a nap on the plane, but when she got off, the wind from Haicheng instantly woke her up: "Why does Haicheng feel colder than Hong Kong?"
Su Muyu, who was walking ahead, turned around and said, "It's alright, mainly because you just got off the plane. Since you're so afraid of the cold, after you finish filming for a while, I'll take you to Shenzhen, or we can go back to Y country."
The average annual temperature in Shenzhen is between 22℃ and 28℃, making for a warm climate.
Ning Qiluo casually replied, "Okay."
Actually, I didn't take it to heart.
The luggage was checked in, so the task of retrieving it fell to Fuzai again. Su Muyu said he would take Ning Qiluo to the hotel first and sent Fuzai the hotel name. Fuzai was miserable, thinking that the important things hadn't been done yet, and kept squeezing over: "Luoluo, Mr. Jiang might be in trouble!"
Su Muyu's face darkened.
Ning Qiluo's expression froze, then she belatedly realized, "Huh? Who's in trouble?"
"Qi Luo, the car I called is here. Let's go to the hotel to rest first." This time, Su Muyu was very assertive and immediately wanted to take Ning Qi Luo into the car.
In addition, Ning Qiluo had just gotten off the plane and was a little confused, so she didn't ask any more questions.
Fu-zai chased after him, wanting to say something more, but was stopped by a single look from Su Mu-yu.
Fu-zai felt a chill, thinking to himself, "What kind of look is that from Brother Su? It's kind of scary."
"Luo Luo, hey..."
Su Muyu closed the car door and, before walking around to the other side, glanced back at Fuzai with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Speak less and do more. Didn't you understand this principle when you joined the company?"
"..."
To be honest, Fuzi has always been a little afraid of Mr. Jiang.
Compared to the unpredictable Su Muyu, Mr. Jiang is much better now.
"Can……"
Without giving Fuzai a chance to speak, Su Muyu walked around to the other side of the car and got in. Soon the car drove away.
Fu-zai was extremely unhappy and wanted to curse.
Here outside the airport, Fuzai held back again.
While keeping an eye on the luggage, he muttered and cursed under his breath: "Do more work, why don't you let me do more work! You're taking away all my responsibilities, aren't you trying to steal my job!"
He was still not satisfied after muttering to himself.
Fuzai yelled again in the direction the car had left, "Who do you think you are, trying to take Mr. Jiang's place? If Mr. Jiang hadn't gotten into trouble, would you be here spouting nonsense?"
After venting my anger, I finally felt a little better.
...
Ning Qiluo felt something was off as soon as she got into the car after leaving the airport.
She's still pondering what Fu-zai said.
Has something happened to Mr. Jiang? Is it Jiang Yingchi? Has something really happened to Jiang Yingchi? Is it because something happened to him that these geniuses haven't been able to contact her and have been out of touch with her for so long?
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