V2.Chapter 310

If someone else talks about the relationship between himself and the president here, maybe Wang Fan will scoff and disdain, but now in front of him, Katyusha, Wang fan does not dare to look down upon.

Before, she and Tong Jiahui suspected that Katyusha's real identity was the daughter of the leader of the Tomahawk gang. Moreover, the leader of the Tomahawk Gang, Tony, really had a friendship with the president of e country. Therefore, when Katyusha mentioned her relationship with the president, Wang Fan naturally had no doubt.

But he still didn't believe Katyusha's flying skills, so he looked at Katyusha with distrust in his eyes.

Fortunately, Katyusha is not a fussy person. After glancing at Wang Fan and Tong Jiahui, she turned her head and said to Mary, who was shaking with fear: "forget it! If you don't believe me, I can understand it, but if there is anything unstable when the plane lands later, you can't blame me! "

"No, no, as long as I can land safely, I won't blame you." Said Mary, waving her hand.

Wang Fan listened to Mary's words and couldn't help saying, "if we can't land safely, can't we? Are we still complaining about each other on huangquan road?"

As soon as she said this, Mary's face turned pale. She looked at Wang Fan stupidly and didn't know how to reply to him.

Katyusha in the driver's seat gave Wang Fan a white look and didn't continue to argue with him. She turned around and skillfully operated the instrument while saying to herself: "there are tens of thousands of routes, safety first, fasten your seat belt first!"

Sitting next to Katyusha, juan'er didn't say anything to Wang fanduo. She just sat there quietly, listening to Katyusha's words, and tied her seat belt.

Seeing that the two ignored themselves, Wang Fan didn't say much. He called Mary, who was still in tension and fear, and left the cockpit with Tong Jiahui.

Since Katyusha is such a big character, he doesn't mean to worry at all, what else can he be afraid of as a small character?

If we are lucky enough to survive, the current worry will be superfluous.

If we really encounter misfortune, isn't it unnecessary to worry now?

Wang Fan, who returns to his seat, holds Tong Jiahui's hand, only to find that Tong Jiahui's hand is a little cold. He asks with concern, "Why are your hands so cold? Did you suffer from the cold when you were sleeping just now? "

"Nothing. I usually do the same thing, but you don't find it." Listening to Wang Fan's concern, Tong Jiahui is very happy.

Although the two people are often together on weekdays, when it comes to being alone, Tong Jiahui doesn't feel much.

As she said, although Wang fan is her boyfriend and they are still together, Wang Fan has always paid little attention to her. Even on the day when her great aunt came, and all kinds of discomfort brought by her great aunt, Wang fan is not very clear.

Today's young people, unmarried cohabitation of many, such as their relationship, if it is someone else's words, I'm afraid it has long been easy to understand each other, but Wang Fan and she although live together for a period of time, between the two people actually did not happen.

From Miao Qing, we know that Miao Qing and Wang Fan have already had such a relationship, which makes Tong Jiahui very unhappy.

Even though Miao Qing has saved her life, Tong Jiahui still feels that the relationship between Wang Fan and Miao Qing makes her feel forgotten.

My boyfriend and other women go to bed, but even he did not touch, for which woman, I am afraid there is no way to accept.

She wanted to leave Wang Fan in this way, which could be regarded as helping him and Miao Qing, but no matter how enlightened and admonished Tong Jiahui, she was not able to leave him in the end.

In Tong Jiahui's heart, she herself can't say clearly why such a result happened.

Appearance can't be said to be handsome. At least among the men Tong Jiahui met, Wang fan can't be said to be a good-looking man.

And when it comes to strength, although Wang Fan has already taken the leading position in H City, the gold content of this position is very clear in Tong Jiahui's heart.

At least in her opinion, these are nothing at all. After all, she is the eldest lady of Hengtai group. No matter her economic strength or social status, she is not comparable to Wang Fan.

But just like this, Tong Jiahui still wants to be with Wang Fan.

In her eyes, Wang fan may be nothing, but he has a different heart from others.

She will never forget that when she was attacked on Yinding mountain, when Wang Fan gave up his life to send her away, his eyes were so firm that he did not show any timidity in the face of death.

She believes that he loves her, at least she has an irreplaceable position in his heart.

But also, she knew that no matter Miao Qing, Wang Yue, or even Hu Xiaomei in the teahouse, Wang Fan had a place for them.

This is the world. Excellent and outstanding things and people have always been concerned by others. Everyone wants to own and enjoy the most scarce resources in the world.

But in fact, the more excellent and outstanding he is, the more doomed he is to not belong to only one person.

When Tong Jiahui decided to accept all this, it was also after careful consideration, and she did not regret her decision, and even had some happiness in her heart.

The more generous a woman is, the more she can hold a man's heart, just like the string of a kite in her hand. If you pull it too tightly, you will lose the kite in the air and cut your hand.

With her head gently resting on Wang Fan's shoulder, Tong Jiahui smiles sweetly, not worried about the possible accidents.

In Wang Fan's eyes, he was confused. He didn't understand why Tong Jiahui could still laugh at this time. Even if she had excellent psychological quality, she shouldn't be so heartless!

"Don't you worry?" Wang Fan couldn't help asking.

"We're buried together, aren't we?" Tong Jiahui did not look up, just asked gently.

"Buried together?" Wang Fan didn't understand her.

"Living in the same bed and dying in the same cave is probably the most beautiful love." Tong Jiahui murmured to herself.

Hearing Tong Jiahui's words, Wang Fan was stunned. He looked at Tong Jiahui on his shoulder with a bitter smile, but he was colliding with her eyes.

The same bed in life, the same acupoint in death.

Since ancient times, China's best interpretation of love is in this unusual eight words.

Living is mutual dependence, and dying is mutual companion.

The love of this life, in another world, still has not disappeared, more has not been forgotten.