"Um."
Lunch was lively, and Qiao Wanwan could clearly sense that Cheng Zaozao's whole demeanor changed when she talked to Wen Lixuan about filming.
She has her own unique insights, which shows how much she loves this industry.
Before the holiday ended, Zhan Jingting took Qiao Wanwan and the three children on a trip.
The trip was planned for about ten days. Because we didn't want to be disturbed, we went to a private island overseas. The temperature was comfortable and pleasant, and it was also safer.
Sitting on the private jet, Qiao Wanwan was still shaken. "Jingting, will there be any problems with this flight?"
"No, don't worry."
"That's good." Qiao Wanwan asked, "Did you find the traitor within the organization after the plane crash last time?"
Zhan Jingting's expression turned slightly cold. "Before I could investigate, the people exposed themselves. The captain and his family were murdered abroad."
"What?" Qiao Wanwan frowned. "It wasn't an accident, was it?"
"Of course not." Zhan Jingting sneered. "He's adept at the kind of thing that happens when someone has served their purpose."
"So the mastermind bribed the captain and then silenced him after the deed was done?"
"yes."
“I’m really curious, who exactly is that person who hates us so much and is so ruthless?” Qiao Wanwan smiled slightly. “But it’s better for such a bad person to be dead than alive. Who he is is no longer important.”
Zhan Jingting responded with a faint "Mm".
The family spent a quiet holiday on the island.
Qiao Wanwan usually cooks for herself. Although the food isn't as good as what the professional chef at home makes, Zhan Jingting and the children all enjoy it and finish every meal.
After dinner, they went to the beach together and strolled along the sand in the afterglow of the setting sun, a warm and beautiful moment.
Before she knew it, the holiday was over, and Qiao Wanwan was reluctant to leave.
"If it weren't for the kids having to go to school, I would love to play a little longer."
Zhan Jingting patted her hair and said, "If you like it, we can come here often in the future."
"OK."
The private jet landed in Beijing at 8 p.m.
As soon as I got off the plane, Jiang Dong rushed over to greet me, his face grave.
"Master Zhan, Madam, something has happened at home!"
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