On the plane, the eyes of several people accompanying him widened.

Headed by Yuan Yuan, the makeup artist, and the stylist, a few people walked back and forth in the cabin, looking at this, looking at that, but they didn't dare to touch it. The rest of the assistants were not as relaxed as they were. They were very cautious and sat in their seats. Did not dare to move.

The stylist exclaimed: "I never thought I would be able to get on a private jet one day."

Yuan Yuan: "It's nice to have money."

Makeup artist: "You can do whatever you want with money."

Zhuo Ran couldn't help laughing and crying: "Okay, we'll take off right away, all sit down."

Seeing that Zhuo Ran was so calm, Yuan Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Brother Zhuo, you are the only one of us who is the most stable. Haven't you been on the boss's private jet long ago?"

Make-up artist: "Yes, except for Tian Tian, ​​you are the calmest brother Zhuo."

The stylist nodded: "Brother Zhuo, you are not being kind, the boss has a private jet, and you still take us to the economy class all day long."

Zhuo Ran coughed and said, "It's the first time I've sat."

Yuan Yuan: "No way?"

Xiao Liu raised his hand: "I will testify that Mr. Zhuo is really sitting for the first time."

He is Zoran's assistant, and travels with Zoran. No one knows Zoran's itinerary better than him.

Ruan Tiantian sat by the window and turned her head to look out the window. It was not the first time for her to fly on Lu Yanzhi's private jet. When Yan Nianxin got married, on an island, she was in a hurry to return to China, and asked Qin Zhizhi to help her find it. A plane was sent off the island.

At that time, she did not know that the plane belonged to Lu Yanzhi, nor did she know this person.

A few years passed by in the blink of an eye.

Who would have thought that two people who did not know each other would develop into the relationship they are today?

The discussion was in full swing.

Yuan Yuan wanted to say something.

Zoran gave them a wink and told them to shut up.

When a group of people received the signal, they immediately pursed their mouths and glanced in the direction of Ruan Tiantian secretly.

Zhuo Ran wanted to say something to comfort her, but after thinking about it, he didn't know how to say it or where to start it. After all, Lu Yanzhi was no longer his artist, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Someone came in with a cart.

It was a tall and straight man. He stopped by Ruan Tiantian's side, picked up the things on the cart and put them on the table: "Miss Ruan, this is what our emperor ordered."

Ruan Tiantian raised her eyes.

Several stacks of lunch boxes were placed on the table in front of them.

Not only that.

And a bottle of Romanée-Conti.

"The Emperor asked Miss Ruan not to be greedy for cups. After dinner, there are two rooms behind the cabin. The one on the right belongs to the Emperor. You can go in and rest when you are tired."

The speaker poured her a glass of red wine and left.

Zhuo Ran, who was waiting for the meal, waited for everyone:? ? ?

Where's their meal?

Yuan Yuan sighed: "Be content, we lost Tiantian, the boss didn't have enough loyalty to drop us from the plane in mid-air."

The makeup artist said, "I brought two copies of self-heating hot pot, and I will share with you."

Stylist: "I want it!"

Yuan Yuan: "Give it to me!"

I don't know who whispered: "You don't suspect that when the plane takes off, we will be left behind?"

The few people who grabbed the self-heating hot pot stopped with a swipe, almost at the same time, without any doubt, they rushed to the cabin door and slammed the door: "Let me out, let me out!"

The make-up artist cried and said, "I don't want to fall into flesh..."

Seeing this, Ruan Tiantian couldn't hold back, she burst out laughing, and lay on the dining table to make up her knife: "It's too late, the plane has already taken off."