There were only two people in the first class, Pompeii and Yu Xing. The flight attendants who served were stunned for a moment because they received a full list of customers.

There was not enough staff in the economy class, so a few people were transferred to the first class, leaving only one flight attendant for the time being.

Both passengers in the first class were calm. Before the plane took off, Pompeii sat by the window, rolled down his chair, and planned to go to bed from the beginning.

Yu Xing sat next to her and worked, her clean fingers typing on the keyboard, making a slight sound, and her expression was extremely focused and serious.

Pompeii turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on Yu Xing's fluent and clear jaw. He did not have a beard and his chin was very clean. He was always so serious that people dare not disturb him when he was working.

The first time Kong Shao was so idle, and he was afraid that the two customers would need it. He had a professional smile on his face and walked around the middle aisle with a slightly awkward feeling, but Yu Guang glanced at Pompeii from time to time.

Pompeii was lying on the chair, and a voice message came from his phone. He clicked on it and heard it. Minghana asked her if she was boarding the plane.

Pompeii did not bring his headphones and was about to type and reply, but Minjana sent several messages in succession.

【Is it the same cabin as Mr. Yu?】

【Do you sit together?】

[I have nothing to do and talk to Mr. Yu. Even if I feel good about it, the flight attendant and Mr. Yu said more than you said to Mr. Yu.]

Pompeii had long had experience. When the word "metaphor" appeared in Mingjiana, he paused the voice messages in time and transferred all the text.

[Pompeii: I didn't wear headphones, I sat in the same row with him. There was no flight attendant, only empty space.]

She sat next to Yu Xing without saying anything.

Ming Jiana might have been in a hurry to go on the road, and called "Oh, I understand", and another voice message was released.

The Internet is not good, and Pompeii can't read the text for a long time, so he clicked on the voice.

[Mingjiana: Is Xiao Shao handsome? If he is more handsome than the few I am under, I might as well compete with the airline for the people.]

The keyboard sound suddenly stopped.

[Pompeii: I don’t know, I’ll help you see.]

As soon as Pompeii looked up, he was about to peek at the flight attendant's appearance, his eyes turned black and covered by sunglasses.

Yu Xing took out his sunglasses from somewhere and put them on Pompeii's face.

Pompeii blinked and looked at Yu Xing. The man continued to face the computer, leaving only the back of his head for her, as if the sunglasses on her face were falling from the sky.

“…”

Pompei clicked on the dialog box with Minjana and sent a serious voice message: "Shirtless, handsome, a young and handsome guy who makes people excited."

When Ming Jiana heard that she was so handsome, she became excited and asked her: "Take a photo and send it to me, and then use the beauty trick to ask for it on WeChat."

Pompei took off his sunglasses, put away his cell phone, stood up and said to Yu Xing: "Please give me away."

Metaphor is calm.

Pompeii frowned slightly: "I want to go to the bathroom."

Yu Xingcai made way out of the position.

Pompeii really went to the bathroom, but when he came out of the bathroom, he ran into Toru.

Before she could speak, the other party smiled and said, "Hello, senior sister, I am also from Nan Opera."

As he said that, he reached out his hand politely.

In the service industry, he may know how to grasp the social level. His smile is very decent and not greasy at all.

Pompeii reached out and shook his hand with the other party casually. Xiao Shao let go before her, not making her feel uncomfortable.

Thinking of Ming Jiana's advice, she continued to talk to him about the topic of "You are from the Southern Opera too?"

The handsome young man nodded and smiled, and said shyly: "I'll sit in the second row when you perform your drama."

Pompeii smiled and praised him, "Then you are very awesome."

At that time, Pompeii's play homework was completed in the Nan Opera Seminar Hall, and only a hundred people could sit. The Youth League Committee was responsible for checking tickets and entering the venue. It was hard to get a ticket. Yan Ruifeng snatched thirty tickets by himself, and even fewer tickets were left for alumni.

When Young Master Kong recalled the scenes when he was studying, his face couldn't help but feel a youthful and energetic atmosphere. Before the plane took off, there were no other customers. He stared at Pompeii's eyes, his cheeks were slightly red, and he asked, "Senior Sister, are you on a business trip?"

Pompei nodded, "Yes, go to Yuchuan to shoot a promotional video."

"Hello, pour me a glass of water."

The two of them reminisced about the past and just got into the good situation, Yu Xing's low voice came from the cabin.

Young Master Kong signaled him to do his job. Pompeii nodded, walked into the seat with his arms in his arms, and was still lying down.

Before the water Yu Xing wanted came, he closed the computer and stopped working. He also shook the chair and lay down. His eyes were closed, as if he had already entered a sleep state at this moment.

Kong Shao poured water. Seeing that Yu Xing was already asleep, he wanted to make a sound reminder, but his eyes fell on the man's sharp eyebrows. His words stopped. He only placed the water aside with his hands and feet, and walked from beginning to end in the cabin, checking around.

Pompeii held his cell phone and whispered to Mingjiana: "I just chatted for a few words and was my junior brother from Nan Opera, one year younger than me."

Ming Jiana was surprised with a slight surprise: "Wow, that's a professional." She also said: "Many people in Nan Opera have gone to airlines. The spokesperson of Anhang before was from our Nan Opera. She became popular and returned to the entertainment industry."

Pompeii was unaware of these gossips and had no desire to discuss them. After hearing the "Oh" sound.

Ming Jiana began to urge: "Do you want to go to WeChat? You can't handle the junior brother of Nan Opera?"

Pompeii looked at him from a distance and said that the other party was bent down to sort out something. In a while, the plane was about to take off, and his mobile phone would be cut off. He shouted that he was a little out of character. She wanted to go out, but Yu Xing next door closed his eyes and remained motionless.

"Let me go out."

No response.

"Pretending to be asleep again?"

Still no response.

Looking at his quiet face, I was afraid that others would think he was really asleep. Pompeii leaned over and whispered in Yu Xing's ear: "Stop pretending, do you know that you have a little habit when you are asleep? I saw it almost every time when you were asleep, but this time it didn't."

Yu Xing's eyelids slowly opened, and Pompeii's eyes met. His voice was gentle and seductive: "You almost always peek at me while I'm asleep?"

Pompeii's eyebrows moved slightly, and he returned to his space without moving. He kept a safe distance from Yu Xing, and his tone was as light as soup without salt: "I think as long as I'm not a blind man, I can see it 'almost every time'."

Yu Xing closed his eyes and didn't say anything.

Pompeii didn't say anything.

She was not just peeking at him, but when she first fell in love, the girl's love came violently and could not be hidden at all. She liked how he looked after he fell asleep. After no cold eyes, her whole face was quiet and gentle. She liked to look closer at his eyelashes, nose, lips, and trace the shapes with her fingertips over and over again.

Yu Xing naturally moved his fingers on the handrail and asked in a normal tone: "What are my little habits when I was asleep?"

When the flight takes off, passengers are prompted to turn off the network.

Pompeii told Minjana that he wouldn't get it, so he turned on the flight mode, put on sunglasses, raised his lips and threw it down: "I won't tell you." Then he went to bed.

It was not until I got off the plane that Pompeii woke up and didn't eat any food on the plane.

Gao Yunuo was waiting for them in the hall. Yu Xing took his suitcase and ordered: "You don't have to go back to Changchuan Mansion."

Gao Yunuo nodded and left separately with Yu Xing.

Pompeii didn't know the itinerary plan, and he didn't know which hotel he stayed in. Anyway, he must be right to follow Yu Xing.

The two got into the same car again. After the car left the airport, Pompeii was extremely hungry and asked, "How long does it take to get to the hotel?"

Yu Xing thought for a moment and asked her hesitantly: "Can you accompany me back to Changchuan Mansion today?"

Pompeii took his mobile phone to browse the news from Zhao Wenqun, and asked in confusion: "Where is that place?"

"My home."

Pompei was stunned and turned his head to look at Yu Xing. He seemed not to be joking.

Yu Xing explained in a gentle voice: "Grandma doesn't want to go to Ancheng. She is now living in Changchuan Mansion with her old friends, and there are two nannies taking care of her. I occasionally come to see her. When the Xiaoshan Nursing Home is built, she will come to me for retirement."

Pompei's mood suddenly became complicated. When he thought of his grandmother, he felt a little uncomfortable. The old man was simple and straightforward, and he always treated her as the Yu family's serious daughter-in-law. When he first met, he gave her a gold bracelet given to Grandpa Yu Xing, saying that it was only for the Yu family's daughter-in-law.

According to Yu Xing, the gold bracelet was never thought of selling when the old man was at its worst.

Of course things are not worth much to Pompeii, but they are very affectionate.

She later gave Yu Xing the gold bracelet.

Pompeii's wrist is now empty.

The car was silent.

"Grandma heard that you are back and I really want to see you. I agreed with her today that she would arrive before four o'clock. If you don't want to go, wait until the driver will send me to Changchuan Mansion first, and I will ask him to take you to the hotel. Gao Yunuo is there, and I will ask him to order dinner for you, or if there is anything else, you can also find him. I won't go tonight."

I heard it? Who can tell me?

Will Yu Xing mention her to her grandma?

Pompeii stroked the screen of his phone and asked for a while: "How is grandma's illness?"

Six years ago, Yu Xing's grandma suffered from kidney disease. The money was made by Pompeii. Grandma was the existence of Pompeii that time she knew about it.

It was the first time Yu Xing took her back to her hometown.

Pompeii still remembers that the old man hummed a folk song and a pot of dumplings cooked for her.

"It's pretty good now. I'll do dialysis once a week and have a physical examination once a year." Yu Xing looked into her eyes again, and his voice passed by a little hoarseness: "But after all, I'm old and can't be too troublesome. I'm also... I miss you very much."

Pompeii's shoulders softened little by little, and his head lowered.

Since the family has fallen, there may be no one who thinks about her. More people have joked about her. Yu Xing said this and made her nose sour.

"If I go, will there be food?" Pompeii blinked and smiled lazyly: "If I don't, I won't go."

Yu Xing turned his face away, and the tone was pleasant: "Yes, grandma went to buy vegetables in the morning. She still remembers that you said the dumplings were delicious, and this time I prepared several kinds of stuffings."

Pompei pretended not to be tall: "Oh, you have planned to take me there long ago, but now you say it? If I said I couldn't go halfway, how could you explain to my grandma?"

"Then I can only let my grandma down."
Chapter completed!