Dream Love O is Cherry Alpha

Just now, he was patronizing nonsense, and when he walked to the front of the car, Wen Jing realized that the car that came to pick them up was a black stretched Lincoln.

It was the first time he saw such a long car, and he froze for a moment.

Fu Xingxian handed the luggage to the driver and patted him on the shoulder: "Get in the car."

The car is very spacious.

Fu Hong was sitting at the back, with a laptop on the small table in front of him, earphones on his ears, nodding at the screen from time to time, as if he was in a video conference.

Wen Jing heard some topics related to information security very sharply.

Song Huiran only hugged the lively Fu Le onto the safety seat.

"No! I don't want to be tied up!"

Next to them, a young woman in professional clothing turned her back to them, and her voice was soft: "Lele, you are only safe if you sit in a safety seat. Didn't we agree? Today we are going to learn a new skill, which is how to protect ourselves , away from danger..."

"My mother hired Lele's new first teacher, who will go to City B with us." Fu Xingxian explained, pulling Wen Jing to sit in the front seat.

Fu Le only bargained: "I want to watch cartoons!"

The teacher behind is still coaxing the children: "You can watch cartoons, but you have to wait for Dad to finish the meeting."

Wen Jing followed the teacher's finger to look over, and found that there was an LCD TV in the car, embedded in the back of the seat, it was quite big, and there was a matching stereo.

……

He always felt that it would be too troublesome to grow a family and affect the rhythm of life of others, so he was very embarrassed.

Now he finds that others should go to work and study, and it turns out that he thinks too much.

"Xingxian, come here." Fu Hong suddenly called out from behind, "Look at this plan."

Fu Xing went to the back, and Wen Jing was left in the front row.

The car started, he looked out the window, and turned to worry about the air ticket——

Judging by the ostentation of this car, the business class should not be classy enough.With so many people going to City B, how much is the travel fare?

He took out his mobile phone and started to search for air ticket prices. If so many people take the first-class flight, a round trip from city A to city B...he can't afford it.

Wen Jing sent a message to Xman: "Which alliance is making money recently, bring me one. I'm short of money."

Xman replied quickly: "I'm outside now, wait to go back and have a look. Have you set off yet?"

ASK: "Get ready to go to the airport."

Xman: "Shall I pick you up?"

ASK: "No need."

Xman: "Hey, why are you a little excited to see A big?"

ASK: "Go away."

Xman: "Is the accommodation arranged? If not, I can book a room for you. The hotel of the competition organizer can't."

ASK: "No, thank you."

Xman: "Don't you want to see me? Let me tell you, I'm the most graceful and suave person in the audience. The others are all dead houses."

Ask: "..."

ASK: "For nothing"

This guy reminded him that accommodation is also a big expense.

Wen Jing raised his head and glanced at the luxurious interior of the car, thinking that the chairman and his family should not book the legendary presidential suite...

Very likely QAQ.

When I was worrying, another account sent a message.

Gao Shan: "Brother Jing woke up so early!? Horrified.jpg"

Gao Shan: "The president's pheromone is said to have the smell of deep sea, strong sun, cedar, grass..."

View: "???"

View: "Is Fu Xingxian a chameleon? Or is he omnipotent in the mountains and seas, in the sky and in the earth?"

Zhang Shan sent a voice: "I don't know? Anyway, the big hands in the group wrote it like this. By the way, why did you suddenly remember to ask the president..."

Wen Jing hurriedly canceled the playback, and looked back at Fu Xingxian.

The chairman was sitting next to his father, frowning at a stack of documents.

Probably didn't hear it.

View: "Be serious, what does it smell like?"

Gao Shan: "Most people in the student union say it's Cao Muxiang."

Gao Shan: "Hey, Brother Jing, I have a little problem..."

View: "That's not his pheromone, that's a blocker."

Gao Shan: "Wow! You know this and you still ask me."

View: "What's the problem"

Gao Shan: "Yes"

Gao Shan: "Do you know what brand of blocker the president uses? Can I have the same blocker as the president?"

One A asked another A's blocker, what kind of hobby is this.

Wen Jing paused, and threw the screenshot over.

Gao Shan: "..."

Gao Shan: "Excuse me."

Gao Shan: "It's worthy of being used by the president. I and other mortals don't deserve to have it."

Wen Jing smiled lightly, he can't always be the only one affected, right?

Zhang Shan thought so too.

He directly forwarded the screenshot to the school group and went to the newspaper office.

The car quickly got on the high speed, and the surrounding scenery was repetitive and boring.

Wen Jing looked at the CTF question bank on his mobile phone, but he didn't think it was very interesting.As he watched, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep.

Until being pushed awake.

"Brother?" Wen Jing opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed the red marks on his face, "Are you here?"

Fu Xingxian flicked his sleepy hair: "Well, get out of the car."

The outside is not the luxurious terminal building of City A Airport that Wenjing found on the Internet and covers a large area, but a building that looks a bit inconspicuous.

He yawned, grabbed Fu Xingxian by the corner of his clothes, staggered out of the car, and walked in.

The smiling ground staff took the luggage and greeted them into the lobby.

There seemed to be few people here, the large sofas were all empty, and only their group sat and rested by the tall French windows.

Outside the glass is the airstrip, where many huge planes are parked. Occasionally, some planes fly by and take off.

Wen Jing stared outside for a long time, and then a beautiful girl came and brought them refreshments, saying that they would board the plane in about 20 minutes.

He was eating the delicious cake, thinking that the boarding process of the first class was really different from the economy class he had checked, the speed was fast, the service was considerate, and there was no need to queue up for tickets or anything.

It's all money... Wen Jing's heart is bleeding.

Wen Jing didn't realize that something was wrong until the ground staff notified him to prepare to board the plane and saw the plane slowly parked in the open space outside.

The size of the plane in front of me is much different from the Boeing series flying into the sky in front of me, and the logo is also different. There is no obvious airline name.

Aren't those planes that took off just this small?Can this plane take dozens or hundreds of people?

Wen Jing searched for words that were suspected to be the brand and model of the aircraft, searched on his mobile phone, and it was completely petrified.

Bombardier, private jets cost hundreds of millions of dollars to purchase, and tens of millions of dollars for annual maintenance and flight costs.

Wen Jing raised his head stiffly, looked at Fu Xingxian, with a mournful face: "Brother, I can't afford the travel expenses."

Fu Xingxian stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"Will you pay me back?"

Wen Jing was moved, but still gritted his teeth and refused: "No! I'm not worth that much money!! This business is not worth it to you."

Fu Xing rubbed his head: "You've been like a child these two days."

Wen Jing: "I am a child!"

Fu Xingxian: "For private jet travel, you need to apply to the air traffic control department at least half a month in advance. My dad was going to City B on business, so he just picked you up."

Wen Jing: "...Okay."

It turned out that it wasn't specially made for him, and the psychological pressure dropped sharply.

However, it was his first time flying in a private jet, which made him feel a little bit unrealistic.So much so that when he walked up the escalator of the plane, he was a little top-heavy and stepped on the air.

Fu Xingxian grabbed his arm in time: "Be careful."

Fu Hong, his wife, and Lele got on the plane first.

He sat in the back seat, watched his eldest son and Wen Jing come up holding hands, and looked at Fu Xingxian expressionlessly.

After staring at each other for less than 3 seconds, Fu Xingxian pursed his lips and slightly let go of Wen Jing's hand.

Wen Jing didn't notice it, and suddenly grabbed his finger and shook it: "Brother, can I sit with you?"

Fu Xingxian's muscles tensed up and he didn't move.

Fu Hong was still looking at the two of them, his eyes slowly falling on the two clasped hands.

He pursed his lips, couldn't help but move his left foot back a little, his eyes slightly staggered...

?

Fu Hong withdrew his eyes, turned his head, and teased his younger son: "Lele, Whatisthis?"

Fu Le only: "bus! Bus!"

Fu Hong: "nonono, this is a shuttle bus, this is a shuttle bus."

Fu Xingxian: ...

"Brother, I've never been on a plane before and I'm so nervous, can we sit side by side?" Wen Jing tugged at him again and blinked.

There is a sofa coffee table in the back of the private jet, and a dozen seats in front, one in each row on one side and two in a row on the other.

He heard from the stewardess that he needs to sit in the front seat and fasten his seat belt when taking off and landing.

"Yes." Fu Xingxian watched Wen Jing choose a seat by the window.

"I want to see the sea of ​​clouds!" The boy's tone was full of expectation.

"it is good."

The plane taxis on the ground and then slowly lifts up.

When taking off, Wen Jing felt a strong sense of weightlessness. He grabbed the armrest of the seat, his face turned pale, and his heartbeat felt strong, as if his heart was about to jump out.

"Don't be afraid, just fly." His hand was held again, wrapped in a warm palm.

"Brother, what are you talking about? I can't hear you?" Wen Jing turned around, his face wrinkled into a ball, "Why can't I hear you clearly?"

Fu Xingxian tilted his head and pointed to his ear.

"Yeah, my ears are weird." Wen Jing leaned against the back of the chair tightly, tucking his chin in, "It feels like something is covered, and I can't even hear myself clearly, buzzing Yes, it still hurts."

Fu Xingxian patted his head, turned around and said something to the stewardess.

Wen Jing sullenly watched the stewardess go to get a bottle of water.

Fu Xingxian unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it over: "Drink."

Wen Jing understood the mouth shape, but he didn't reach out, and both hands were still firmly grasping the armrest of the seat.

He leaned forward and put his lips on the mouth of the bottle.

Fu Xingxian froze for a moment, then slowly tilted the bottle to feed him water.

Wen Jing swallowed several saliva, feeling as if he really relieved a bit, although his ears were still hazy, but at least the pain was gone, and he could hear people talking.

"Thank you bro." He smiled sweetly.

It's really sweet, with a snow-white face, rosy lips, curved eyebrows and eyes, there is no sense of alienation in the eyes, only intimacy and trust.

Wen Jing didn't notice Fu Xingxian's distraction, turned to look out of the window, and patted the back of his hand excitedly: "Oh! Look!"

The plane is getting farther and farther away from the ground, the scenery is shrinking, and the horizon that is rarely seen in the city appears and tilts.The airport, the nearby fields, and the high-rise buildings in the distance are all like toy models, which have become a little bit smaller.

It's amazing to see the picture that can only appear in the aerial video.

"It's really flying!"

Wen Jing exhaled softly, and then felt a little frustrated.

Well, it's okay, there is a first time in life~

He lay on his back at the window and watched with great joy.

Fu Xingxian didn't feel much about these things for a long time, but it didn't prevent him from feeling Wen Jing's happiness.

It's to the point where you can feel excitement just by looking at the back of your head.

He asked the stewardess for a blanket, and covered the boy's body, grabbed his slightly cold hands, and rubbed them to warm them up.

"It will take some time for the clouds to be seen. The light outside is too bright, so don't look for too long."

"Yeah." Wen Jing agreed with all his mouth, but his eyes were still glued to the outside of the window, leaving only the furry back of his head.

Fu Xingxian felt soft in his heart: "Tell me what else you want to see, if you have a chance in the future..."

Wen Jing suddenly turned his head: "Really? Tell you and you will help me realize it?"

Fu Xingxian nodded: "Of course."

Wen Jing chuckled: "I want to see your summer homework."

Fu Xingxian: ...

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