322. Chapter 322 Prepare to return to Los Angeles!
After finishing dinner with Fan Ruhua and Lin Zhaohua, Tang Qianrong made a phone call. Within twenty minutes, someone drove over in a car.
The white men in neat suits were very respectful to Tang Qianrong, even with a bit of panic. Fan Ruhua and Lin Zhaohua couldn't help but feel a little nervous when they saw that their attitude towards Tang Qianrong was unusual.
Sensing the other party's emotions, Tang Qianrong asked those people to wait outside. He and An Jingxing said goodbye to Fan Ruhua and Lin Zhaohua, and returned to them the clothes he had washed with his own hands last night.
An Jingxing left.
Although it was just one night, the relationship between the two had undergone substantial changes.
In that house, whether it was because the two of them were in trouble together or something else, An Jingxing became dependent on this man for a while and relaxed his guard.
At this time, I followed the man back to the car again and looked at the respectful attitude of this group of people towards him.
An Jingxing felt that the previous sense of distance had returned, and he couldn't help but feel that his movements were a little stiff and unfamiliar.
Tang Qianrong knew her little thoughts very well, and finally took advantage of last night's opportunity to make substantial progress between the two. If they became estranged again so quickly, wouldn't it be a failure?
With his eyes flashing slightly, Tang Qianrong stretched out his hand to hold her little hand, pulled her to his side, and held her possessively.
Such an action made An Jingxing feel warm in his heart. Thinking of the clothes he had just given to Fan Ruhua with his own hands, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.
"Did you wash those clothes?"
Her memory of what happened last night probably only lasted until she finally passed out from exhaustion, but when she woke up in the morning, she saw that her body had been cleaned. Could it be that this man had cleaned it for her?
The thoughts in her mind made her feel a little unbelievable. This man didn't look like someone who would do such a thing.
"Besides me, was there anyone else in the room last night?" the man said, frowning and yawning.
It was the first time An Jingxing saw a man look so elegant and good-looking even when he yawned. It must be said that this man was really blessed with a good appearance.
"Let me cuddle up. I slept too late last night. I'm sleepy."
Before he could refuse, a heavy head rested on his shoulder, and the man's deep and long breathing gradually slowed down.
An Jingxing looked at his slightly dark eyelids, and his whole body became mute. He only felt that the left side of his chest was beating non-stop.
Tang Qianrong slept soundly. They didn't even return to their previous villa. She asked the driver and found out that when the man called, he asked his servants to pack their things. It seemed that he planned to go back directly.
The man leaning on An Jingxing's shoulder opened his eyes wide, his long, jealous eyelashes trembled, and then stood up.
He glanced out the car window, frowned and asked, "How long have I been sleeping???"
"It's been almost two hours, but where is this? Aren't we going to the airport?" An Jingxing squeezed his sore arm and looked out the window at the flat field.
The man calmly reached out and touched her shoulder and said, "This is the airport, the Tang family's airport."
This is indeed Tang Qianrong's private airport. The private jet that came out for maintenance a few days ago is waiting nearby.
Since there are no direct flights between Switzerland and Los Angeles, he asked someone to apply for a private flight in advance, and it just happened to be approved today.
After finishing dinner with Fan Ruhua and Lin Zhaohua, Tang Qianrong made a phone call. Within twenty minutes, someone drove over in a car.
The white men in neat suits were very respectful to Tang Qianrong, even with a bit of panic. Fan Ruhua and Lin Zhaohua couldn't help but feel a little nervous when they saw that their attitude towards Tang Qianrong was unusual.
Sensing the other party's emotions, Tang Qianrong asked those people to wait outside. He and An Jingxing said goodbye to Fan Ruhua and Lin Zhaohua, and returned to them the clothes he had washed with his own hands last night.
An Jingxing left.
Although it was just one night, the relationship between the two had undergone substantial changes.
In that house, whether it was because the two of them were in trouble together or something else, An Jingxing became dependent on this man for a while and relaxed his guard.
At this time, I followed the man back to the car again and looked at the respectful attitude of this group of people towards him.
An Jingxing felt that the previous sense of distance had returned, and he couldn't help but feel that his movements were a little stiff and unfamiliar.
Tang Qianrong knew her little thoughts very well, and finally took advantage of last night's opportunity to make substantial progress between the two. If they became estranged again so quickly, wouldn't it be a failure?
With his eyes flashing slightly, Tang Qianrong stretched out his hand to hold her little hand, pulled her to his side, and held her possessively.
Such an action made An Jingxing feel warm in his heart. Thinking of the clothes he had just given to Fan Ruhua with his own hands, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.
"Did you wash those clothes?"
Her memory of what happened last night probably only lasted until she finally passed out from exhaustion, but when she woke up in the morning, she saw that her body had been cleaned. Could it be that this man had cleaned it for her?
The thoughts in her mind made her feel a little unbelievable. This man didn't look like someone who would do such a thing.
"Besides me, was there anyone else in the room last night?" the man said, frowning and yawning.
It was the first time An Jingxing saw a man look so elegant and good-looking even when he yawned. It must be said that this man was really blessed with a good appearance.
"Let me cuddle up. I slept too late last night. I'm sleepy."
Before he could refuse, a heavy head rested on his shoulder, and the man's deep and long breathing gradually slowed down.
An Jingxing looked at his slightly dark eyelids, and his whole body became mute. He only felt that the left side of his chest was beating non-stop.
Tang Qianrong slept soundly. They didn't even return to their previous villa. She asked the driver and found out that when the man called, he asked his servants to pack their things. It seemed that he planned to go back directly.
The man leaning on An Jingxing's shoulder opened his eyes wide, his long, jealous eyelashes trembled, and then stood up.
He glanced out the car window, frowned and asked, "How long have I been sleeping???"
"It's been almost two hours, but where is this? Aren't we going to the airport?" An Jingxing squeezed his sore arm and looked out the window at the flat field.
The man calmly reached out and touched her shoulder and said, "This is the airport, the Tang family's airport."
This is indeed Tang Qianrong's private airport. The private jet that came out for maintenance a few days ago is waiting nearby.
Since there are no direct flights between Switzerland and Los Angeles, he asked someone to apply for a private flight in advance, and it just happened to be approved today.
