Tang Xili raised her eyebrows and looked away.
"I don't celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival." She laughed, "People celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival to reunite with their families..."
And what does she have?
Nothing but money.
Almost instantly, Yong Zhixu heard her unspoken self-mockery.
He said hurriedly, "It will be different from now on. You have me, and I will be with you from now on."
The schedule was too tight this year, their relationship had only been confirmed for a short time, and he hadn't told his parents yet, so it wasn't convenient for him to meet his family rashly.
But next year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, she will definitely be at his family dinner.
Of course, that's if she's willing.
In fact, he plans to formally announce their relationship to his family at the reunion dinner tomorrow night.
Let them all know her existence first, and then meet formally when the time is right.
Tang Xili didn't know his plan. As someone who started out in the underworld and moved to the white world, she already had countless enemies. She lived one day at a time and never looked forward to the future.
Afraid that if he continued to talk, he would bring up something she couldn't give him, Tang Xili changed the subject.
"There's a cabinet under the second seat opposite you. Inside is a custom-made aerospace-grade suit. Put it on. I'm going to increase the speed."
Yong Zhixu knew she was avoiding him, so he sighed and glanced at the instrument panel on the inner wall of the fighter plane. The current flight speed was 1.5 Mach and the altitude was 7,000 meters.
He walked to the seat opposite, bent down and took out the brand new men's black space suit from the cabinet.
The clothes were provided by fighter planes and were not particularly fitted, but a little loose. However, the man was tall, had long legs and a well-proportioned figure, and the uniform gave him a unique temptation.
After putting on his clothes, Yong Zhixu picked up the black helmet and put on the mask.
"Have you reported this to the air forces of the surrounding countries?" he asked.
Tang Xili replied: "I reported it three days ago."
She didn't want the fighter jet that cost 1.5 billion US dollars to be shot down for no reason as an enemy spy.
However, even though she had reported it, she still had to avoid the altitude of the cruising fighter jets of various countries. She had to be higher than them and not delay their work.
The throttle lever was pushed forward again, and the values on the instrument panel began to soar rapidly.
Mach 1.7, Mach 2, 2.4...
Height: 8 km, 9 km, 10,000 meters, 20,000 meters, 24,000 meters...
Yong Zhixu: "..."
"I've never seen this fighter plane of yours on the market."
Tang Xili held the joystick in one hand and the throttle lever in the other, staring intently at the central control screen.
"This aircraft, called the MR-30, is the result of four years of research and development by our team. It has a top speed of Mach 3.4, a maximum altitude of 30,000 meters, a combat radius of approximately 2,000 kilometers, 22 weapon hardpoints, and four laser cannons. So? Want to do business with me?"
"Good stuff." Yong Zhixu said, "I'll go back and ask for instructions."
This kind of thing is not something he can decide alone.
"Okay, I'll wait for your news." As a businessman, Tang Xili has never refused to cooperate with any country.
It is a crime to possess a treasure. The more advanced technology you have, the less tolerated you will be.
Only when she has more partners will Country M, which has been eyeing her covetously, not dare to swallow up her group.
In fact, even if he didn't mention it, she still wanted to cooperate with China.
It is nice to sit under a big tree and enjoy the shade. Even if it is sold at a lower price, she still wants to enjoy the shade.
Below, at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the Indonesian Air Force received an order from their superiors early in the morning that the Grobe Group would test-fly a new fighter jet over the sea today, and they were asked to be careful to avoid it and not cause any accidental injuries.
They all received photos of the white swallow fighter named MR-30. It was beautiful and majestic. As members of the air force, they were all looking forward to seeing it in person.
But they cruised for a long time and didn't see a single white swallow, let alone a white swallow.
It's so funny, they are not at the same altitude at all, it seems like they have reached 30,000 meters.
Country M had already wanted to take a look at the MR-30 when the Grobe Group reported to several Southeast Asian countries, and they sent stealth fighter jets.
Unexpectedly, the fighter plane was discovered and expelled by the Chinese Air Force as soon as it passed through the South China Sea.
Several countries around the Pacific want to see it, but the MR-30 is too mysterious. It flies faster than a missile and only the exhaust can be seen.
The fighter plane flew around Southeast Asia and finally stopped at a small island in the southern hemisphere.
The island belongs to Tang Xili, and they need to refuel before they can go back.
As soon as they got off the plane, Tang Xili said to Yong Zhixu, "Do you want to report in? I'll drive you home later. From here to Beijing, it's about 10,000 kilometers, and it will take about three hours."
Yong Zhixu took off his helmet and placed it on the ground. He walked up to her and put his arm around her waist. "We can talk about this later. There's something I want to do right now."
"What's the matter?" she asked.
Unexpectedly, the light dimmed and the man's handsome face enlarged in front of her eyes. Without giving her any preparation, he kissed her.
The faint scent of agarwood and mature masculine hormones enveloped her tightly.
His kiss was hot and violent, as if the longing dormant in his heart finally found an outlet. His other hand clasped the back of her head and deepened it with force.
Tang Xili's eyes widened, and after a brief moment of surprise, she raised her hands, put them around his neck, and responded to him.
The employee who was refueling the fighter plane looked at them with the oil gun, covering his mouth and laughing.
The surrounding coconut trees swayed in the sea breeze, and from time to time a ripe coconut fell, hitting the ground with a dull sound.
On the distant coast, wave after wave of white waves washes over the pink sand beach, and the azure and light pink collide, as if a painter had overturned a paint box.
Seabirds are singing and the fragrance of flowers wafts on the wind.
A kiss that gradually turned from violent to gentle, and ended quietly with the sound of waves crashing on the shore.
Tang Xili's face felt hot, and she moved her hand, wanting to withdraw it and get out of his arms.
But just when she pulled her hand back halfway, she was caught by the man, who took her hand and put it around his neck again, then wrapped his arms around her waist without giving her any room to refuse.
Tang Xili glanced at the fighter plane and found that the fuel had not been added yet.
She turned around and looked up at the man, "What do you mean?"
Yong Zhixu leaned down slightly, held her hips, lifted her up, looked up at her, and said, "I want to hug you. I miss you so much."
He tilted his head, kissed her arm, and asked her, "Did you miss me?"
Tang Xili stretched out two fingers and gestured, "A little bit."
Yong Zhixu saw that the space between her two fingers was really just a tiny one, and he couldn't help but sigh: "I've lost my appetite and tossed and turned, ah..."
Suddenly, he remembered what she had just said, "You said there would be a prize for guessing correctly. What's the prize?"
Tang Xili blinked, "Didn't you just take the initiative to accept it?"
Yong Zhixu: "..."
He wanted to say something, but suddenly, Tang Xili's cell phone rang. It was Shengen calling.
"Boss, something's happening..."
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