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Immediately afterwards, I saw Cheng Anan busy coming in and out.

……

"Three minutes" Yan Haozhe's flat and cold voice once again drifted into An An's ears.

"It's going to be right away!" Cheng Anan hurriedly dressed in the room and replied loudly.

"Two Minutes"

"That's it, that's it!"

"One Minute"

"Right now, right away!"

"Ten seconds left, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two......"

"That's it!" Just when Yan Haozhe was reading three or two in his mouth, Cheng Anan picked up his bag and ran out of the room.

"Hmmm! Not bad, quite efficient! Putting down his hand, Yan Haozhe got up and walked in front of Cheng An'an, looked at her panting from head to toe, and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Haozhe passed by her and walked in the direction of the gate: "Okay, time is running out, let's go quickly!" ”

Cheng An soothed his chest, paused slightly, took a step and followed Yan Haozhe in the direction of the gate, gritting his teeth at Yan Haozhe's back and making a gesture to hit him as he walked.

After locking the door, Cheng Anan walked to the elevator door and waited for the elevator, and suddenly found that Yan Haozhe was not next to her, but walked in the direction of the safe corridor.

She stopped him curiously: "President, why don't you take the elevator and take the stairs?" ”

"Uh...... It's nothing, it's just getting used to exercising in the morning! Asked by Cheng An'an, Yan Haozhe's footsteps stopped, and after a few seconds, he found a reason to prevaricate and answer her.

"Oh!" Cheng Anxin responded with a thought it was true and walked into the elevator.

Seeing Cheng Anan enter the elevator with a convinced face, Yan Haozhe said in his heart, this girl is really easy to deceive.

Lifting his footsteps, he quickly ran to the bottom of the building.

As soon as the two got into the car, Yan Haozhe immediately rushed to the airport, and finally rushed to the entrance hatch when there were only three minutes left before the take-off time.

Walking in the aisle leading to the cabin of the plane, Cheng Anan's exclamations and exclamations never stopped.

"Oh my God, how do you modern people make such a big bird? It's just amazing! Cheng An'an opened her eyes wide, stretched her neck in surprise, looked around, and the laughing exclamation caused everyone passing by to look at her with the eyes of the "turtle".

"Stop shouting!" Yan Haozhe, who was walking next to her, scolded her in a low voice, had to cover his face with his hand, moved sideways, and dragged the excited Cheng Anan straight into the cabin with his other hand.

For the first time, Yan Haozhe felt that he was just boarding the plane, why was he so tired?

It's just that what he didn't expect was that when he got on the plane, he was even more tired.

He was really glad that they were in first class, and there were only two people in the first class, him and Cheng Anan.

Otherwise, he was sure that the next day, he would have to make headlines on the front page again.

Looking at Cheng An'an, who was jumping up and down in front of him, running left and right like a monkey, Yan Haozhe's whole face was black and stiff.

The flight attendant standing next to her looked like a well-trained and excellent employee, and when she saw Cheng An'an's strange behavior, she was able to keep smiling, carefully reminding and patiently serving, and was not affected at all.

"Why can't this window open?" Cheng Anan leaned on the window with his face and asked strangely.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Yan Haozhe, who was drinking water, was choked by Cheng Anan's words and coughed non-stop.

"Miss, the windows on the plane can't be opened!" The flight attendant on the side smiled and stepped forward to remind.

"Why?"

"Because the air pressure in the air is too low, normal people can't adapt to it!" The stewardess patiently answered.

"Then, will abnormal people be able to open this window?" Cheng Anan thought about the meaning of the flight attendant's words and asked rhetorically.

"Huh...... This ......" flight attendant was a little confused by Cheng An'an's strange question, sweating wildly on her forehead, and with a worried expression.

"Cheng An'an, why do you have so many questions?" Yan Haozhe snorted her, his face was cold, and black lines appeared on his head.

"I'm just curious, why are you so fierce? Besides, I'm not asking you! Cheng Anan retorted, glancing at Yan Haozhe in disgust.

"Shut up or keep asking! You choose one of the two, but you bear all the consequences! Spreading out the newspaper in his hand, Yan Haozhe said expressionlessly, with a faint warning in his tone.

"......" heard the warning in Yan Haozhe's words, Cheng Anan curled his mouth unconvinced, and didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, the flight attendant serving on the side left with an embarrassed face.

was yelled at by Yan Haozhe like this, Cheng Anan lost his interest in looking strange, and sat back in his seat, sulking alone.

From Yan Haozhe, who was reading the newspaper next to her, the corners of his lips hooked, and he quickly calmed down.

At meal time, Cheng Anan looked at the food and dining props in front of her, frowned, and began to make trouble.

In front of her lay a plate of pasta, a cup of soup, and a steel fork and a spoon, plus a glass of wine.

Cheng Anan looked at it for a long time, and he also looked for half of it, but he didn't start eating for a long time.

Seeing that she didn't eat, Yan Haozhe asked, "You're not hungry?" ”

"Hungry!" Cheng Anan stared at the colorful and fragrant pasta in front of him, and his saliva was about to flow down.

"Then you don't want to eat it?"

"Wood has chopsticks!"

"......" Cheng An'an's answer made Yan Haozhe a little speechless, is the fork next to the dare plate just a pure decoration for her?

"With a fork!" Yan Haozhe reminded.

"That's a fork?" Cheng Anan turned his head and asked.

"......" Yan Haozhe was dull, he wanted to know if Cheng Anan was deliberately teasing him? How can anyone not even recognize a fork?

"Is that it?" Seeing Yan Haozhe's gaze staring at the strange prop next to the spoon on her table, Cheng Anan picked it up and raised it in his hand and asked.

"Hmm!" Glancing at Cheng An'an, Yan Haozhe snorted coldly from his nostrils, which was counted as an answer.

Grabbing the fork, Cheng Anan slowly forked the fork in his hand into the noodles with the meaning in front of him, because Cheng An'an's gesture of holding the fork was wrong, so he could only pick up a few noodles every time, and he had a very hard time eating.

She glanced at Yan Haozhe who was sitting next to her with a bitter face, followed his example, changed her gesture and held the fork again, and slowly ate it little by little.

After a while, Cheng An'an, who had mastered the elements, began to eat in large gulps completely regardless of the image, and after eating, he poured the wine glass to his mouth regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one.

Cheng An'an, who had never drunk wine, only felt a bitterness in his mouth, and his little face immediately wrinkled, very sad.

Looking at her appearance, Yan Haozhe shook his head casually, wanting to laugh.