"Wow, the interior of your private jet turned out to be Versace! A local tyrant, a local tyrant, you really have money and can do whatever you want!" From the moment she stepped into the cabin, Su Miao's mouth opened in surprise, but she never closed it.

His fingertips stroked over the classic paper-clips on the coffee-colored leather chair, and his eyes were full of greed.

Nowadays, there are many wealthy people who own private jets, but the interiors of private jets are all customized by luxury brands, which is not something that ordinary people can do - if nothing else, just a catalog of luxury brand interiors is not something that ordinary people can see.

"Qiao An, Qiao is leading! I'm with you! I really want to hate the rich!" Su Miao turned around with a straight face, and solemnly expressed her opinion to the woman behind her who was calmly and calmly taking care of a seven or eight-year-old boy.

Jo Ann, twenty-seven years old, nicknamed Lead. is not only Su Miao's best friend, but also her cousin, her cousin!

Judging from the friendship between them for more than 20 years, Qiao An certainly knew that Su Miao's hatred of the rich would not destroy the friendship between them, but rather like a harmless joke, showing the intimate distance between them. Therefore, she helped the little boy who also looked calm and did not have any feedback on Su Miao's exaggerated reaction to sit down, fasten his seat belt, and then turned to Su Miao and said: "Ms. Su, although I am the one who negotiated with Versace to order and supervise the completion of these interiors, it is necessary for me to correct your words: This private jet does not belong to me, but Xiao Xu's father, that is, the real tyrant in your mouth, Mr. Gu." ”

The fair-skinned and slender fingers pointed at the seven or eight-year-old boy who was sitting upright on the coffee-colored leather chair, Gu Xu.

At the moment when Su Miao was snorting coldly and pulling the corners of his mouth, Gu Xu slightly separated his gaze, nodded at her slightly, with a coldness and calmness far beyond his age, Su Miao inexplicably wanted to stand up and take a breath, bent down and bowed, and called "President, hello".

Heh, he's obviously just a little kid, what kind of pretending to be cold? He's two or three years older than the son in the kindergarten class at home, how can he not find a little child's innocence from him?

was secretly complaining in his heart, Qiao An opened his mouth and added: "However, you can indeed hate me for being rich, because I am also very rich, but, Ms. Su, holding the Birkin (Hermes platinum bag) I gave you to hate the rich man, is this wave of operations too brazen?"

"Uh......"

Su Miao looked at the Hermes platinum bag that had just been hot for a long time, and was powerless to refute.

"Well, you win~"

Take people's soft hands, this is really reasonable!

Moreover, in addition to giving her Birkin, Joan also prepared valuable toys for her nephew, that is, Su Miao's baby son, Lego, Transformers, and Marvel full sets of figures...... But almost everything Joan could think of was bought for him. Tut-tut, my aunt has done this part, it's even closer than her mother and father!

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The plane flew smoothly in the air, embarking on the journey from Los Angeles to Shanghai.

Su Miao enjoyed the comfortable seat for a while before saying hello to Qiao An, unbuckling her seat belt, and starting to tour the cabin. Separate kitchen, wine storage, coffee machine, oven, refrigerator, Versace interior video room, 60-inch Sony LCD screen, top-of-the-line stereo, sofa, coffee table, everything is missing.

Even on the ground, such a top-of-the-line residential decoration is a high price that ordinary people can't imagine!

Su Miao was speechless, complaining that the evil capitalists used the accumulated wealth to live such a luxurious life, while enjoying the top-notch experience brought by money.

Sure enough, you have money to do whatever you want!

Enjoying the video and audio comfortably, Su Miao suddenly took out her mobile phone, took several photos of the surroundings, and then posted it on the circle of friends, with the text: It turns out that having money will also make people lose a lot of things, such as ...... Vexation!

Because of the owner of this plane, Gu Huai, the "local tyrant" in Qiao An's mouth, the plane is equipped with Wi-Fi to provide high-speed Internet access services, and can also communicate with the outside world through satellite phones, which is convenient for all business transactions.

After stopping on the "Publish" button, Su Miao reset the visible objects, and then checked Qiao An in the "Who is mentioned" option, and then sent it out.

In this group, called "Sumen Dala", there is only her family: her father and mother who often go through the circle of friends, so angry that she "ran away from home" to find Qiao An's husband in the United States this time, her younger brother who has been wrong since childhood, and Qiao An.

"Ding Dong", Qiao An's WeChat received a message from Su Miao, reporting that the "showing off wealth" in the circle of friends was only visible to the people in the "Su Men Dala" group. Cut out the chat, glanced at the circle of friends, Joan showed a shallow smile in her eyes that was a little helpless, gave her a thumbs up, and left a message "You are good-looking, you are right about anything", and then his eyes returned to the video played on the iPad in front of him and a series of spread out files.

In addition to Gu Huai, the most frequent user of this private jet is Qiao An, as Gu Huai's partner and Gu Xu's legal guardian, it is a common thing for her to hold video conferences in the cabin and deal with work emails at any time.

Gu Xu, who was also very familiar with everything in the cabin, had already got the hot milk and snacks prepared for him by the flight attendant, and looked at a Chinese-English copy of "A Brief History of Mankind" like a little adult, and looked at it seriously.

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Two hours later, Gu Xu put down the book and yawned, but even this action looked very elegant, a well-educated upper-class young master. He jumped down from the seat and came to Qiao An, his steps were elegant, but there was no coldness in his eyes that he treated others, and his childish voice was childish: "Sister Qiao An, I'll go to sleep first." ”

From Los Angeles to Shanghai, it takes 14 hours to fly. Although it is time lag to return to China, it is important for a seven-year-old child to get enough sleep.

Qiao An put down the document in her hand and smiled gently: "Okay." Do you need my help?"

Gu Xu glanced at the document in front of Qiao An, and frowned in embarrassment, he actually wanted to nod and agree, but he felt a little embarrassed. This legal guardian, who is not related to him by any blood in the United States, is the person he relies on the most, more dependent and close than his father.

Qiao An was surprised, stood up, stretched out his hand, handed it to him, and said, "Let's go." ”

Gu Xu was slightly stunned, then showed an innocent smile that matched his age and shook Qiao An's hand. Before leaving, he met the iPad on Joan's desk, and saw the person on the freeze-frame screen, his eyes showed a little surprise: "This is ......"

Joan smiled: "After returning to China, the artist I want to bring," after thinking about it, she added, "One of the candidates, however, he is the most likely." ”

"Oh. Gu Xu glanced at the freeze-frame picture again, and then withdrew his gaze.