Wealthy Families: There Is a Mysterious Wife

Ji Rufeng, who was flipping through the newspaper, inexplicably stopped beating for half a beat. He threw down the newspaper, turned his head quickly, and clearly saw the back that he had just spotted with his corner of the eye.

"Lingyou..."

For some reason, he felt that this figure from his back was so familiar that his heart skipped a beat.

The flight attendant who led the way smiled professionally and made a gesture of please.

Shui Lingyou habitually fiddled with her loose hair, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Sitting down gracefully, he took out his mobile phone from his carry-on bag, moved his fingers nimbly across the keyboard, and then pressed the power off button.

"Miss, do you want to read a magazine?"

A handsome man with a high nose bridge sitting next to him handed over the magazine he had almost finished reading, and asked politely in Chinese.

Shui Lingyou shook her head slightly, and smiled politely: "No, thank you very much!" Put the mobile phone into the satchel, and then took out a small notepad and a pen.

He put down the small table, took off the cap of the pen, leaned over and began to paint.

"A beautiful and cute kitten."

Although he was rejected, the man's good mood was not affected, but he was even more deeply attracted by Shui Lingyou's expressive brushwork.

Shui Lingyou ignored the man, raised his pen and drew a big boy wearing sneakers, jeans, and a POLO shirt next to the kitten.The boy had one hand in his pocket, with clear facial features, a smile as bright as the sun, and eyes as bright as black jewels gazing affectionately at his side.

Just when the man thought that Shui Lingyou would draw a matching, delicate-looking, gentle and elegant girl next to the boy, the tip of the pen fell on the side of the kitten, and a line of handsome words was born in an instant: six years zero Three months and sixteen days, give yourself the last chance to miss you.

The picture is joyful, full of warmth and sunshine, but the words left behind are full of endless sadness.

The man was puzzled, his lips moved, before he had time to ask, Shui Lingyou had put away the small table, quickly closed the notepad, stuffed the book and pen into the bag and bowed slightly, The service call key was pressed.

In less than ten seconds, the flight attendant walked over with a smile on his face.

Shui Lingyou was the first to speak: "Hello, I want to take a break, and I don't need to prepare my share for the food and drink delivery later, thank you."

"Okay, miss. Our flight attendants will prepare your portion for you. When you need it, just press this call button."

Shui Lingyou took out the blindfold from the satchel, put it on, put down the backrest, and rested her left hand on her slightly tilted head.

The man sitting next to him felt very depressed, frowned, and glanced to the side in displeasure.

At this glance, the man found a man between the first class and the business class, like a statue, looking at him with a serious expression for a moment.

The two men looked at me and I looked at you, neither of them wanted to talk.

The purser smiled professionally and said politely: "Mr. Ji, our plane is about to take off. For your safety, please sit back and fasten your seat belt."

With a smirk on the corner of Ji Rufeng's lips, he glanced at the man, strode into the economy class, and stopped on the wing: "You take my seat."

"Young Master Feng..." As Ji Rufeng's follower, how dare Qin Peng let his master squeeze into this suffocating economy class, caught in a dilemma.

Seeing that Qin Peng didn't intend to move, Ji Rufeng was displeased, and said sharply, "I don't want to say it a second time!"

Hearing this, Qin Peng quickly got up and got into the first-class cabin as if fleeing.

Ji Rufeng leisurely and happily stayed in the economy class, which was not comparable to the first class, fastened his seat belt, closed his eyes, and pretended to be sleepy.

The man was puzzled, with a big question mark above his head.

"Sir, our plane is about to take off, please sit back in your seat and fasten your seat belt."

"what?"

Only then did the man realize that his posture was so difficult that it was unbelievable. He twisted his neck in embarrassment, pressed his butt against the seat, and subconsciously touched the seat belt with both hands.

The corners of Ji Rufeng's lips lifted happily while he was asleep, resisting the urge to burst out laughing.

The plane started to taxi, and a melodious female voice sounded on the radio. Ji Rufeng opened his eyes and leaned forward slightly, trying to get a closer look at the girl's face.

Drowsy, Shui Lingyou seemed to feel that someone was staring at him with burning eyes from behind, and turned over after the dream language of "Mmm--".

The face that could be seen clearly at first turned into the back of the head with beautiful black hair because of this turning over.

Ji Rufeng frowned subconsciously, thinking that the flight time of more than ten hours was not in a hurry anyway, so he happily found a comfortable position, closed his eyes and took a nap again.

After the man sitting next to Shui Lingyou heard the dream language of 'um—', his still calm mind suddenly became rippling.

The sound is as soft and sweet as cotton candy but as clean and penetrating as morning dewdrops, which penetrates into the ears intuitively, but actually hits the heart as warmly and warmly as the sun.

Turn your face away, and you can see the girl's face at a very close distance.

Only then did the man realize that the girl in front of him was several times more beautiful than the one she saw at the first sight, especially the faint smile on the corner of her lips, which was so sweet that it seemed to melt the beholder.

"What a beautiful girl!"

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, and the favorability increased.

The man just leaned sideways on the back of the chair, staring at Shui Lingyou for a moment.The corners of her lips raised higher and higher, and after an unknown amount of time, she quietly fell asleep with a smile on her face.

"Give me a glass of water, thank you."

"Miss, you haven't eaten all this time, don't you need it now?" The flight attendant said with a little bit of worry in his tone.

Shui Lingyou stuffed the blindfold in his hand bag, smiled and shook his head: "Thank you, I don't need it yet."

Glancing at his watch, he saw that more than seven hours had passed since boarding the plane.

The flight attendant was helpless: "Miss, you can call us at any time when you need it."

Shui Lingyou raised her head and smiled sweetly, "I will, thank you!" When she looked away, she happened to see the man sitting next to her looking at her, hesitating to speak, puzzled: "Sir, what's the matter?"

The man was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly withdrew his fixed gaze, and asked casually, "Miss, are you coming to America alone?"

For Shui Lingyou, who had an unhappy or even cruel childhood, she didn't want to recall them, let alone keep them in her memory, so she replied without thinking: "I grew up in the United States and went to China for the first time."

The man was surprised.

People who grew up in the United States can speak Chinese as well as Chinese, and they can still speak authentic imperial accent.

The person who was shocked was Ji Rufeng who was sitting not far away.

A hot-blooded heart becomes icy cold in the sentence "I grew up in the United States".

Because, he had been searching for the girl for six years, met and fell in love with him and lived in an orphanage in China.

Jiongjiong's eyes suddenly lost their luster, hope was ruthlessly shattered once again, and blood began to bleed like an unhealed wound bursting in the bottom of his heart.

"Miss, your blanket fell off."

Shui Lingyou, who had walked more than ten steps, heard someone talking to him behind him, stopped, and turned around suddenly, his eyes were as clear as a spring, and his eyes were as bright as stars with a little astonished expression.

Just at this moment, the lost Ji Rufeng raised his eyes to hide his sadness, time stopped, and he seemed to hear the voice haunting his dreams: Brother Rufeng, I'm back.