Chapter Twenty-Seven: What the Hell Are You Going to Do?

He looked at Jiang Luoluo for a while, then walked towards the cockpit of the plane, and secretly thought in his heart: This must be the last one! I must forget her.

When he was about to get to the plane, he heard Zhao An shouting himself, and he must have not heard what he was shouting.

"Shengming, why are you here? Why are you alone?" Yan Shengming had just gotten on the plane, and Zhao An asked with a split face, making him not know what to answer first.

Only then did I know that Zhao An was just asking these questions.

He smiled: "I'm not late, and it's strange that I'm alone?" Yan Shengming felt that Zhao An was like a child now.

"I just told you to hurry up, but you're still walking slowly and leisurely here. Zhao An thought, he was already loud enough just now, how could he not hear it.

"I didn't hear it, and I'm not in a hurry. After speaking, Yan Shengming made it to the chair.

Zhao An took advantage of Yan Shengming's seat to tidy up, and leaned next to him and asked mysteriously: "Shengming, can I ask you a question quietly?" After speaking, he forgot about Yan Shengming's side.

"Oh, if you want to ask anything, just ask, it's just the two of us on this plane, don't get so close to me. After speaking, he was about to push Zhao An away.

"Eh, don't push me in a hurry, I'm just asking you. "Zhao An's whole person is now almost pressed on Yan Shengming.

"Damn, Zhao An, hurry up and ask. Yan Shengming didn't think about it this time and pushed Zhao An away: "Oh, it's all your fault, you can see for yourself, my work clothes are wrinkled again." ”

"Sheng Ming, I just want to ask, is that beautiful woman who has been in the first class cabin for a year because of you?" Zhao An's gossip soul is now burning.

"What kind of charter beauty?" Yan Shengming thought, how could he know who chartered that beauty because of whom, and he chartered it for a whole year.

"It's the one in the departure hall, you know it's a beauty by looking at the back, tell me quickly, do you like people and want people to accompany you to work, you give her money to charter a plane?"

Zhao An's brain hole is really strange and outrageous, but this sentence woke up Yan Shengming all of a sudden, especially the sentence: The one in the waiting hall.

No wonder she felt something was wrong when she just passed by the departure hall, she kept looking at the watch in her hand, and waited until she was gone before she began to look for her boarding ticket.

Only then did Yan Shengming realize: "It's bad! This person can't be Jiang Luoluo, right?" He can only feel that things are developing too bloodily now.

Hurriedly asked Zhao An: "Is that beautiful woman on the charter plane called Jiang Luoluo?"

He was now tired: "Alas, it's so exhausting. Zhao An heard him ask: "Yes, what is Jiang Luoluo's name?" ”

He rubbed his face: "What is going on every day? How can I see her every day? But I was about to forget about her." ”

Yan Shengming's voice was very small when he said this, and Zhao An naturally didn't hear it, at this time, Yan Shengming stood up suddenly: "I'll go out for a while." ”

"Eh, eh, Shengming, where are you going?" Zhao An looked at Yan Shengming's operations, obviously didn't understand, and even became even more confused, how can this person be strange every day, really.