Ye Wangchuan parted ways with Feng Yu and boarded the plane.
This ti, they were on Feng Yu's private plane. The plane's interior was not big—it was considered a relatively standard model among private planes.
The advantage was that they kept a low profile!
Otherwise, given how eye-catching Qiao Nian was…
The news would arrive in Country M before them.
Qiao Nian and Mo Xi examined the painting. Upon seeing the man, she straightened her back and asked, "Has Elder Feng left?"
"Yes, he went back." Ye Wangchuan walked over and asked, "How's the painting?"
Mo Xi lifted the canvas and showed it to him. "Master Wang, there's no problem. It's that painting."
Ye Wangchuan looked at the beautiful sunflowers drawn on the canvas. They were vibrant and exquisite.
"Alright, put the painting away." He asked Mo Xi to cover the canvas and put it in the safe.
Mo Xi obediently took the painting away.
Next, Ye Wangchuan walked over to the girl and said, "Before Elder Feng left, he asked to take good care of you."
"So?"
Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows at him.
Her gaze was not of an obedient person.
Ye Wangchuan looked at her unruly and unbridled gaze. His eyelashes covered the deep affection in her eyes. He lowered his head and tidied up her cap.
Then, he unhurriedly continued, "Rember not to act alone when we get there. Tell everything and we'll face it together."
His slightly cold fingers accidentally brushed past the girl's cheek.
Qiao Nian's eyelashes unconsciously trembled. She lowered her eyes, and the place where his fingers touched seed to ignite a prairie fire.
Qiao Nian's words turned hot. "Yes."
Ye Wangchuan smiled. He hooked his neck, looking bewitching. He was about to say sothing to Qiao Nian when soone interrupted.
"Master Wang."
A voice that ruined the mood suddenly sounded from the left.
Ye Wangchuan paused and turned to look in that direction. There was still a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were extrely sharp.
Mo Xi imdiately realized that he had co at the wrong ti. He scratched his head and explained, "Cough, cough. That painting, I've kept it well."
Qiao Nian had already composed herself. She was not as shy anymore. She calmly pulled down her baseball cap and walked towards her seat. "You guys chat."
Seeing that she was sitting by the window, Ye Wangchuan walked back. "I'll get you a blanket."
"Thank you." Qiao Nian readily agreed. She adjusted the seat to accommodate her long and straight legs and prepared to sleep.
Mo Xi saw they had separated to do their own things. He scratched his ears and pushed the gold-rimd glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Miss Qiao, I won't disturb you anymore."
"I'll call you when we get there."
"Okay."
Qiao Nian responded very quickly and even nodded.
Mo Xi took two steps back. Still not over his embarrassnt, he turned back to the girl. "Ahem, Miss Qiao, about that…"
"Mm?" Seeing that he was not leaving again and had sothing to say to her, Qiao Nian looked at him.
Mo Xi mustered his courage. "Next ti, I will know my limits. I will definitely not disturb your sweet mont with Master Wang again."
Qiao Nian was stunned.
Mo Xi had always been experienced in handling matters. This was the first ti he had shown a clumsy side to Qiao Nian.
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