Beloved of Bossy President

My husband

Ling'er, sitting on the chair, was scared to stand up by these two simple and common words.

Notice her strange, long Chuhan put down the newspaper, looking down at her.

On the doubts of his eyes, ling'er grabs his head and laughs awkwardly.

"It's OK. I just had a nightmare and got a fright."

In fact, this is not a nightmare, even Ling Er himself is not sure.

Long Chuhan didn't speak. He just looked at her eyes at this time. It was more complicated.

Until long Chuhan withdrew his eyes from his face and began to read the newspaper again.

Ling'er was secretly relieved and waved to the stewardess not far away.

"A cup of milk tea, please."

"Yes, miss ling'er, just a moment, please."

Because they're in first class, they don't have too many passengers.

After serving the guest, the stewardess came to ling'er in a hurry.

Park the dining car in the corridor and start to make milk tea for her.

Until the stewardess gives the milk tea to herself and leaves.

Ling'er takes a sip and feels that long Chuhan's eyes are not on her. She can't help looking at him secretly.

This guy, as long as it's a newspaper, will be so fascinated.

Now I secretly look at him, I'm afraid he didn't notice.

But that's good. If he knows he's peeking at him, it's embarrassing.

Just, think of the scene that oneself fantasize to just now, the work properly son's cheek still involuntarily floats on two faint red.

Will she and he really have such a day?

On the plane that day, they stayed for more than eight hours.

Because of the habit of taking a nap, after lunch, ling'er leans on the back of his chair and gradually falls asleep.

Looking at ling'er's cerebellar pouch melon, it swayed back and forth with the passage of time.

Finally, long Chuhan reaches out his big palm and carefully puts her head on his shoulder.

The brain melon had fixed place to depend on, the work properly son as expected sleeps more in steadfast.

At this moment, even the corners of the lips are unconsciously slightly bent up.

Just a casual glance, long Chuhan's deep eyes, it is difficult to move half a minute away from her face.

Seeing ling'er holding his hands on his chest, long Chuhan waved to the stewardess not far away.

"Mr. long, what can I do for you?"

"Bring me a blanket, please."

Long Chuhan said, and glanced down at ling'er who was leaning on his shoulder.

His voice, too, was deliberately kept to a minimum.

The stewardess understood, made an OK gesture to long Chuhan, and crept back from them.

In less than five minutes, the stewardess returned to long Chuhan with a thin blanket.

Knowing that she wanted to speak, long Chuhan immediately made a silent gesture to her.

The stewardess nodded, handed the blanket to long Chuhan, and then turned to leave again.

Until there were only two of them left in the seat, long Chuhan picked up the blanket with one hand and carefully covered ling'er.

Looking at her sleeping eyes, the words of her eyes became deeper and deeper.

"You can't be alone all your life..."

"Ling'er is a very good girl. Uncle Chu Han, you should cherish it..."

"The things between you, ling'er will more or less mention something in front of me..."

"She said that when I was with you, although it was a bit boring, I was really happy..."

That night, what Mingke said to him suddenly reappeared in his head.