Song Weiwei hadn't seen Jiang Yi once in two years, and she was mentally prepared to inevitably be nagged by the other party, but compared to the joy of reunion after a long absence, this little worry was nothing.

When he heard that the plane had flown over Hong Kong, Michael couldn't sleep, so he got up and went to the bathroom, and then came back to get a coffee with a flight attendant.

"Sir, your coffee. The stewardess handed Michael the coffee and looked at him suspiciously, as if she recognized him.

With a straight face, Michael took a sip of coffee and put the paper cup down, tapping two slender phones back and forth on the armrest.

It's too bad to drink, first class is like this, so how miserable is economy class?

Michael complained silently as he pulled out his phone and looked at the time.

——5：21am

Hey, Song Weiwei just refuses to take his private jet, and there is no need to curl up in one position if he wants anything on it.

Michael glanced at Song Weiwei beside him sadly, sighed and continued to look through the "Business Chinese" book that he bought at the airport.

He flipped through several pages, and finally found his boyfriend's annotation on the last page of the thousand-word book.

"Male-friend-friend-" will definitely be used.

The plane landed smoothly, Song slightly rubbed his sleepy eyes, and prepared to get off the plane with his suitcase, Michael's luggage had a lot to check.

It was the first time she felt what is called "artist disease", and from Michael, Song Weiwei knew that she had to bring 7 pairs of underwear, three sets of pajamas, and even a windbreaker and a down jacket, and sweaters could not be worn three sets separately.

Michael also specially prepared a suit, which was to be worn when he was going to attend Song Weiwei's best friend's wedding.

He could be said to have painstakingly prepared for a long time, so excited that he drank two cups of coffee last night before he could fall asleep.

They were about to get off the plane when the coffee-making flight attendant stopped Michael and said, "Is that Michael Winston? I'm a fan of yours, can I take a picture?"

Song glanced at it slightly, and didn't wait for Michael to get off the plane.

There was no way, Michael still drank photos with several flight attendants in the cabin crew and signed them, and when he chased down, Song Weiwei was already sitting on the suitcase and calling someone.

"Jiang Yi is outside, Fan meeting is over?" Song quipped slightly.

"That is, quick solutions are the last word. Michael patted Song Weiwei on the back, told her to stand up and carry her suitcase, and the two of them got on the airport bus and arrived at the agreed exit thirty minutes later.

Jiang Yi is easy to find, she is tall and has a beautiful face, but after graduating from the acting major in school, she chose to work as a secretary.

As expected, in the pick-up area, a bewitching beauty in a red dress was waving her arms wildly at them, and there were two cool men wearing sunglasses holding a pick-up sign behind them - welcome Miss Song Weiwei back to China......

"What's wrong, Weiwei?" Michael looked at Song Weiwei suspiciously, standing still, not knowing why.

"No, nothing. She grinned, "Suddenly I want to break up." ”

Michael was very discerning, and when Song was slightly embarrassed, he immediately judged that he had found a different girl in the dense crowd of people in front of him.

"Your friend is calling us. Michael reminded.

Although he said disgust, Song Weiwei was still warm in his heart.