"Your Highness, please don't be late!" The man in black got off the plane and knelt in front of Louis on one knee.
"Ah?" Mo Xiaoran stood there, "Lu...Luis, what are they calling you?"
Your Highness?!
What's going on?!
Mo Xiaoran looked up at the white helicopter, and several black English words were above:
the bodyguard of nd royal
Royal? British Royal... Louis... is royal? This guess scared Mo Xiaoran herself, and her mouth became O-shaped and she stared in surprise.
Louis ignored Mo Xiaoran's surprise, nodded lightly to the man in black, pulled Mo Xiaoran, who was still standing stupid, and signaled her to go up. Mo Xiaoran was even more stupid, what did she want to do?
?
She stared blankly at the giant propeller rotating on the helicopter. Oh, how much lethal it is. She is still a distance between her and the plane, but the powerful wind from the propeller has already blown hard
It was on her.
Scared...
Mo Xiaoran hurried behind Louis and shook his head.
Louis chuckled, and put his uninjured arm around her, protecting her under him, and then took her, hugged her waist to block the strong wind for her and boarded the helicopter.
The man in black also followed him up, the propeller spinning faster, and the helicopter slowly rose.
On the ground, Huang Xiaojue's eyes were cold, staring at the rising helicopter, and his hands were clenched tightly.
Very good, she left with Louis like this...Mo Xiaoran, you can! Your revenge comes so quickly...
Huang Xiaojue rubbed his eyebrows, trying his best to suppress the indescribable heartache in his heart.
There are still people who take care of Xiaoran and love Xiaoran, so that Mo Xiaoran doesn't have to worry about him, and he can let go of everything and be with An Ran, right?
But why, he had the desire to give up An Ran than to tie Mo Xiaoran around him...
* * * * *
In the helicopter, Mo Xiaoran looked at the things around him freshly. After a long time, he suddenly remembered a question, "By the way, Louis...you...who are you?"
This problem is a bit strange, but Mo Xiaoran can no longer find suitable words to express her meaning. Her brain is completely in a state of chaos. All kinds of major and strange things that have happened in the past few days have made her tender heart unable to do anything
Paver.
"Louis is Louis. Whose good is it?" Louis was bandaging the wound. While cleaning up the blood clots, he smiled evilly at Mo Xiaoran.
"Don't joke with me!" Mo Xiaoran rolled her eyes, "Are you... Your Highness of the British Royal Family?"
"It seems that you are not too slow." Louis' blue eyes flashed with charm, and he looked at Mo Xiaoran with his little face, who had already made a hind character, "I'm surprised? Do you think that your highness is so nice to you,