Fortunately, the housekeeper was already waiting outside the door as soon as she walked out of the room, and she handed the suitcase in her left hand to the housekeeper, and she sincerely thanked: "I'm sorry for your trouble!"

"No trouble, second young lady, give me that suitcase too."

Mo Wan shook her head with a smile: "It's okay, I can't go down the stairs with two suitcases, so I'll do it."

Hearing the conversation coming from behind, Pei Yihuan's deep eyes moved slightly, and his footsteps paused. He didn't expect him to stop suddenly. Mo Wan didn't stop his footsteps for a moment, but she bumped into him straight. On his back, his nose hurt and he couldn't help groaning.

On the one hand, she didn't forget to step back, and quickly opened the distance between the two of them.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Wan stretched out his hand to rub his sore nose, at the same time, a big hand with well-articulated bones stretched out, picked up the suitcase and walked forward.

Mo Wan froze in place, glanced at her empty right hand, and then at the figure who was about to go down the stairs, she opened her mouth wide, feeling that she was hallucinating.

"Second Young Mistress, Second Young Master has already gone downstairs." Seeing her not moving, the housekeeper hurriedly reminded her.

She recovered from her daze, stared at her right hand for a few more times, and then hurriedly followed.

In front of the black Lincoln extended car, Pei Yijing and Liu Rusu were already waiting. Pei Yijing was pulling the suitcase, and Liu Rusu was snuggling in his arms with a Hermès bag. The two were talking Something, with a smile on his face.

In the car, Pei Yihuan and Pei Yijing sat in the front seat, while Mo Wan and Liu Rusu sat in the back seat.

Although no one spoke in the car, Mo Wan didn't feel suffocated and dull, because there were so many people after all.

In about an hour, the car arrived at the airport.

In the quiet first-class cabin, only the sound of snorting during sleep and occasional greetings from the flight attendants can be heard, and the rest of the silence is like a layer of transparent veil covering the entire cabin.

Everyone else had already fallen asleep, but Mo Wan's heart was full of excitement, like a grandma stepping into the Grand View Garden, looking left and right, without the slightest drowsiness.

It turns out that this is the feeling of flying in an airplane, as if you have wings on your own, soaring freely in the sky.

Turning around, he happened to meet the man who was sleeping heavily beside him.

A small light was turned on on the seat, and the dim yellow light was just enough for her to see his tightly pursed thin lips and sharp chin like a knife.

His lips are beautiful, they are thin lips. I heard that people with thin lips are always fickle. The shimmer is faint, but the color of the thin lips is more beautiful and charming.

Just when Mo Wan was in a trance, a faint voice came over: "Can't you sleep?"

She turned around and saw that Pei Yijing had taken off the blindfold at some point, and was looking at her at this moment, while Liu Rusu's head was resting on his abdomen, already fast asleep, his slender and beautiful fingers were casually touching her Shuttling through the strands of hair.

Averting some sour eyes, she nodded with a bright smile.

Pei Yijing smiled lightly and asked, "Have you ever been to the Maldives?"

"No!" Mo Wan shook his head honestly, and said emphatically, "This is my