Luo Yuan was very happy to see her awake: "You finally woke up, I thought you were going to sleep until you got off the plane."

She closed her eyes and put the mask back in her bag: "If someone else was sitting next to me, I might eat melon seeds until I got off the plane."

Luo Yuan knew as soon as he heard this, she didn't like her.

But it doesn't matter, he is thick-skinned and pretends not to understand.

"We're about to get off the plane. Let's leave a contact information. If there is anything in Paris, call me at any time, and I will definitely rush over."

Song Qianti glanced at him sideways and said with a gentle look: "Do you still want to add WeChat if you leave a phone number?"

Luo Yuan smiled: "If possible, that's the best."

She refused mercilessly: "But I don't think it's good at all."

Luo Yuan: "..."

After getting off the plane, Luo Yuan stuck behind Song Qianti like ketchup.

"Someone will pick me up later. Where are you going? I'll send you a ride."

"No." Song Qianti dragged the box toward the exit.

After leaving the airport and coming to the roadside, Luo Yuan handed his luggage to the person who came to pick him up. He looked at Song Qianti who was looking around. He was about to show his affection when a car stopped in front of her.

The man got out of the car and put her luggage in the trunk for her and then picked her up.

Luo Yuan: "..."

No wonder she said no, it turned out that someone answered her.

The tip of his tongue pushed the back teeth, and he got into the car with a heart-stump.

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After get off work, Wen Linyan came out of the elevator and habitually came to Song Qianti's doorstep and rang the doorbell.

His fingers had already touched them, and he suddenly remembered that Song Qianti had gone to Paris.

He turned around and returned to his home, took off his coat and threw it aside, pulled the tie around his neck, and sat down on the sofa.

The living room was particularly quiet, and he suddenly felt a little unacceptable to such desertedness.

Song Qianti's bright and charming face appeared in his mind, and her charming smile seemed to be engraved in his mind.

As soon as she left, he had already started to miss her.

This week he felt it would be very difficult.

After staring at the bathtub for a while, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Jiang Handong. From him, he knew that Lin Sheng had returned from filming in another place, so he called Lin Sheng again and asked them to go to the club.

After making the phone call, he took the clothes beside him and stood up, then went out.

He was the first to arrive. He sat for about ten minutes and Jiang Handong came.

Jiang Handong was very surprised to see that he came earlier than him.

Because every party, Wen Linyan is the last one to arrive.

Jiang Handong sat down beside him and asked, "Is there such time today? Don't you have to accompany my girlfriend?"

Wen Linyan had already ordered food and drinks, and was playing with his cell phone alone bored.

He put away his cell phone: "She's going to Paris."

Jiang Handong was slightly surprised: "What are you going to Paris?"

Wen Linyan replied: "Relax."

Jiang Handong nodded: "I'll tell you well. She met your dad in the hospital yesterday. He seemed to be in poor health."

Wen Lin was silent

Jiang Handong knew that he had heard it, and he didn't say anything, so he didn't continue the topic.

After a while, Lin Sheng came. He took off his hat and mask and showed his handsome face.

He walked towards the two: "Only three of us?"

Jiang Handong snorted and smiled: "If Song Qianti was at home, do you think he would make an appointment with us?"
Chapter completed!