Beloved of Bossy President

In normal times, eight hours for ling'er is just a blink of an eye.

But this time it was different. Eight hours was like killing her.

When I got on the plane, I saw that the people around me were either reading quietly or taking a rest with their eyes closed.

Ling'er's heart has been tense, not to mention rest, even eating is not in the mood.

Long Chuhan naturally saw her uneasiness clearly.

"Take it easy, Beiming night said that everything is normal over there."

Seeing ling'er like this, at last, long Chuhan said calmly.

Ling Er nodded, but the uneasiness of the fundus was still obvious.

If you don't see sister coco with your own eyes, her heart will never let go.

"Mr. long, miss ling'er, can I help you?"

The stewardess pushed the dining car past them. Looking at them, she asked with a smile.

"No, thank you."

Ling'er ignores long Chuhan. She smiles back from the stewardess and shakes her head.

Long Chuhan did not speak, but personally picked up a cup of coffee and a cup of juice in the dining car.

Then, he waved his hand and signaled the stewardess to leave.

"Have a drink. It's still early."

Until the stewardess left, long Chuhan picked up the glass of juice and handed it to ling'er.

Originally wanted to refuse, can see in front of the juice, she is not easy to push off, reached for the cup.

"I don't know what happened to elder sister coco. Uncle Chuhan, I'm really nervous."

After a sip of juice, ling'er can't help saying what he wants to say.

"It won't be a problem. What's more, I told Beiming night before that if something happened, he would inform the captain."

Even long Chuhan didn't know when to start. When he faced the girl, his patience was always better than usual.

"Really? That's great. "

After hearing long Chuhan's words, ling'er is agitated for several hours, and this will finally be put down a little.

The captain didn't ask anyone to inform them. At least it means there's no big problem there.

……

Eight hours, fast or slow is not too slow.

However, because someone was anxious, just got off the plane, they didn't care so much.

Pulling long Chuhan, he immediately got on the car arranged for them by Beiming night.

"Hello, elder brother. How long does it take to get to the hospital from here?"

Looking at the driver for a long time, he could not help waiting.

"Miss Hui ling'er, you'll be there in about twenty minutes."

"Thank you."

Ling'er's words sound relaxed, but only long Chuhan, who is sitting beside her, notices that her fingers are constantly clenched on her knees.

Looking at that pair of small hands, long Chuhan's big palm was a little too much to bear and slowly stretched out.

His hands were suddenly clenched with one hand by long Chuhan, and ling'er was shocked.

"Uncle Chu Han, I'm fine, just a little nervous." In a word, it comes out casually.

Long Chuhan nodded and said nothing more.

Because of his big palm close, along the way, ling'er's uneasy heart was really relaxed a lot.

No matter what happens, as long as there is uncle Chu Han around, it seems that everything will become very good.

Twenty minutes away, ling'er didn't look away from long Chuhan's face for more than half a minute.

In her eyes, long Chuhan seems to be a big tree, always for her shelter.

"Mr. long, miss ling'er, here we are."

Just as ling'er was meditating, the respectful voice of the brother in front of him suddenly rang out.