1735. Chapter 1735 Love is more important than memory 17
Chapter 1735 is more important than memory (17)
"Is this private aircraft yours?" Xia Yu Orange sat in the bed and looked at the furnishings and decoration in the cabin.
"No, this is affiliated with the National Intelligence Bureau of M. Our destination is the capital of country M."
"Oh! Do you have a private jet?"
"Yes!" Feng Yan gently sorted out her hair with his fingers.
"Is the same? As this?"
Feng Yan shook his head: "bigger than this!"
"Wow!" Xia Yu Orange couldn't believe it, "This is very big, and it is luxurious enough!"
"You have been sitting before, you may not remember. Our private jet has three floors, which can accommodate more than 100 people, which is more luxurious than this ..."
"How much money?" Xia Yu Orange stroked his cheek, "I am particularly interested in money, I don't know why, I always feel that the money can be provided with a sense of security."
"Probably the value of the private jet is almost 400 million US dollars!"
Xia Yu Orange nodded and asked: "What do you want such a big private plane to do? Do you have to bring a lot of people every time you go out?"
"Not many, at least 50 or 60 people! So you didn't like this very much before, always saying that there are too many people following, not used to it!" Feng Yan answered patiently, he also hoped that Xia Yu Orange could remember
What is the point, although this is almost impossible.
"So who are you? Can you use the plane of the MI Intelligence Bureau? You need to bring so many people every time you go out?"
"There are a lot of people you go out every time you go out!"
"That's in the R country, war, for security, that's the case. By the way, I just left, there are still many things over there."
That Santos must not live anymore, and her business and money need not be given, and there are still a lot of the rest.
Manor, servant, bodyguard or something, a lot of things.
"You have the determination to die, what are you fighting?" Feng Yan was still struggling with the serious problem of his woman ignoring life.
Xia Yu Orange also knew what he cared about, and quickly used his hand to smooth the wrinkles on his forehead: "Don't frown, really leave a trace, it's old, it's not good.
All are given to you to do. By the end, who are you? "
"Your husband!"
"I know this!"
Feng Yan knocked on her forehead, got out of bed and went to the sofa to take the laptop. He knocked on the keyboard and found some information.
"Look!" He turned her computer screen to her.
Xia Yu Orange hugged the computer on her leg. After looking at it a few times, there was only one amazing tone in her mouth: "Wow! Wow ..."
Feng Yan sat next to her without talking, but stared at her with a spoiled eyes.
"So, are you rich?" Xia Yuhe smiled happily.
He stroked her face with his fingers and answered with a smile: "It is we are rich, and it can be said that it is your money. I don't make money for me. Mine
your!"
"I like this, but my money is not as much as you," her head turned to those numbers, much, "You suffer."
"Fool, with you by my side, I will always make money. When I go home, I will ask them to give you asset reports. You can learn more about the composition of those assets in detail. Remember, it's yours."
"Well! It's great, king, why are you so good to me?" She drilled into his arms coquettishly, her arms walked around his shoulders, and smiled as bright as the flowers.