1227. My Woman, I'll Cherish Her
Yu Lingqian squinted his eyes and simply tilted his head back, downing the glass of red wine in one go.
Then, he shoved the empty glass back into Mu Shaojing's hand. "I've had the wine, but sorry, you're overthinking things. Whatever my woman wants to do, I will naturally do it for her. It has nothing to do with you."
With that, he turned and went back to his seat.
Mu Shaojing looked at the empty glass in his hand and shook his head in disgust, "What a waste, gulping down my wine like that!"
After the plane flew for over ten hours, it finally landed.
Mu Anran isn't picky about where she sleeps, even on a plane, she can sleep soundly.
It wasn't until the plane was preparing to land that Yu Lingqian woke her up in advance, seated her, and fastened her seatbelt.
"Rumble..."
After a loud roar, the plane smoothly parked at a private airport.
