"Thank you!" Chu Xiaochen took the hot drink, held it in both hands and took a breath, "These Hong Kong reporters are really a bit excessive."
I have met reporters in Beijing before, but this was the first time for me to be so exaggerated.
"These paparazzi will do anything for the sake of news." Zhuo Ran sat opposite her and looked at her with concern. Seeing that her face was still calm, he felt a little relieved, "What are you doing at the airport alone?"
"Oh, I..." Chu Xiaochen pursed his lips, "I'm here to pick up... Luo Jun!"
Zhuoran said softly "Oh".
"By the way, where are you?" Chu Xiaochen asked hurriedly.
"I... want to fly to Singapore." Zhuo Ran said.
Chu Xiaochen nodded, and said with a smile, "Then go quickly, don't miss the plane, I'm fine, Luo Jun will be here soon."
Zhuoran shrugged, "It doesn't matter, there's still an hour left, I'll stay with you for a while."
"I'm really fine, Teacher Zhuo, you can go and do your work."
"You..." Zhuoran raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you worried that Luo Jun will misunderstand?"
Chu Xiaochen immediately waved his hand, "Teacher Zhuo, don't think too much, I didn't mean that. I'm just afraid of causing trouble to you."
The girl in front of me looked grateful and polite, and even her sitting posture seemed a bit reserved.
Zhuo Ran's chest only felt stuffy. If it was not him but Luo Jun who was sitting here now, what would she look like?
"Xing'er!"
A sharp cry, accompanied by hurried footsteps, rushed into the VIP room.
Chu Xiaochen stood up and looked at the person.
Luo Jun was seen panting and standing in the middle of the VIP room, looking around for him.
Seeing him, her face immediately revealed its brightest color like a cloudy sky blown by the wind.
"Luo Jun!"
Putting down the hot drink in her hand, she happily ran over and threw herself into his arms without warning.
After hugging her, Luo Jun's heart returned to its original position.
After getting off the plane, he called her cell phone but couldn't get through. He immediately rushed out of the exit. One of the two bodyguards met him at the exit and briefly explained to him what had just happened.
Looking at the men and women embracing each other in the hall, Zhuo Ran stood up and walked to their sides.
"Xiaochen, then I'll leave first!"
Looking at Zhuo Ran walking over, Luo Jun narrowed his dark eyes slightly and said, "Mr. Zhuo."
Chu Xiaochen hurriedly withdrew from Luo Jun's arms, "Luo Jun, there were reporters chasing me just now. Teacher Zhuo helped me escape here."
"Thank you." Luo Jun's tone was light.
Hearing the strange emotion in his tone, Zhuoran shrugged, "Mr. Luo, you're welcome. Xiaochen is my friend, and that's how it should be."
"She is my woman, so I should thank you." Luo Jun said tit for tat.
Hearing the faint smell of gunpowder in the two people's voices, Chu Xiaochen frowned and reached out to hug Luo Jun's arm, "Teacher Zhuo, don't you still have to catch a flight? It's not too late."
Seeing the troubled expression on her face, the two men looked at each other.
Luo Jun spoke again, "Have a safe trip."
These four words are already very polite.
"Thank you." Zhuoran also regained his gentlemanly attitude.
The two of them nodded like gentlemen, then said goodbye, and Zhuo Ran turned around and walked out of the VIP room.
Seeing Zhuo Ran walk away, Chu Xiaochen breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you scared?"
Luo Jun withdrew his gaze, looked at Chu Xiaochen in front of him with concern, and asked gently.
