Yang's hair was all scattered, having run a long way, now panting and rubbing his chest: "I have my ticket... I'm just here to find someone."

  "Miss, please don't make it difficult for us, okay? We'll have to call security."

  Yang Fuxiao ran all the way, with a burning fire in his mind, his face was red with suffocation: "I really have an emergency, the plane is about to take off! I went in to find someone, he took my ticket!"

  But no matter how she explained, the staff just wouldn't let her go, and Yang Xiaodong was getting hoarse from talking.

  Gu Qingcheng leaned on the railing, looking with great interest for a minute before turning to the tree and saying: "You go bring her up."

  "Yes."

  Yang Mu Xiao followed Fang Shu to the VIP lounge, and just now on the road, she was still a bit shaken, her legs were still a bit weak, thinking about it, it was really embarrassing.

  "Has the flight been changed?"

  "Uh-huh, let's reschedule for 8 o'clock. You've got two hours to rest and grab a bite."

  "Mr. Gu, I'm here."

  Gu Qingcheng was sitting on the sofa, holding an iPad and writing something. Upon hearing Yang Fuxiao's voice, he slightly raised his head, "Mm."

  His gaze fell on the bruise on Yang Wu's pants and he adjusted his glasses, "Had a fall?"

  Yang brushed off the dawn with a smile and waved his hand: "It's okay, I was in a hurry just now. Did I pass? You'll take me to Shanghai, right?"

  Just now on the road for more than two hours, Yang Xiao also thought it through. Yesterday, she had just promised Gu Qingcheng that she would definitely be able to endure hardship by his side and would not have any complaints at all. So, what she said must be done, although she is not a big shot who can make decisions with one word, but ordinary people can also have a direction to strive for.

  Gu Qingcheng patted the seat next to him, Yang Fuxiao hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside him. Fang Shu went outside to order food and had it delivered in.

  Gu Qingcheng glanced at Yang Fu Xiao from head to toe, wearing the most ordinary white shirt and jeans with sneakers, tied in a ponytail, looking very much like a student.

  Yang Mochen noticed Gu Qingcheng's gaze and subtly rubbed his leg without changing his expression.

  After five minutes, the waiter brought the food over. Gu Qingcheng pressed the save button on the file and looked up to see that Yang Fuxiao had already fallen asleep with her head tilted back, her hair tied loosely behind her head now all fell down, covering half of her face.

  Gu Qingcheng made a gesture to the waiter, and the waiter also quietly put down the tray and turned around to pull the door shut.

  He brought over a blanket to cover Yang Xiao's body, reached out to brush the hair covering her face aside, wiped his index finger across the mark on her cheek, and leaned in to gently press his lips against hers.

  Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heartbeat had gradually accelerated.

  There was a scene in her mind, which was the final result of the long-distance running competition three years ago. When she ran through the finish line with all her might, everything went black in front of her eyes, and she lay down on the grass without caring about anything else. Her throat felt like it had been pinched, and it hurt fiercely. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed before her eyes, and Yang Fanxiao wanted to open her eyes but was covered by a hand.

  Xu Muhuang's voice was in his ear: "Reward."

  After finishing speaking, Yang Wuxiao felt a slight weight on his lips, and soft lip petals lightly touched.

  That delicate feeling, combined with this current feeling, overlaps together.

  "Are you awake?"

  Yang Mo Xiao pretended to be very sleepy, dazedly opening his eyes, rubbing his temples, "How did I fall asleep?"

  "Hmph."

  For Yang's over-the-top acting skills, Gu Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh, "Wake up and eat something, boarding soon."