So the couple set out on their way home again.

After the plane took off, Zhuo Jian suddenly felt sick and went to the bathroom.

She had never vomited, presumably because her body couldn't bear the flight.

Wang Yue saw her eyes were red after she came back, and couldn't help but asked her worriedly: "Are you feeling sick to your stomach?"

"Yeah! I vomited a little, and I feel much better now."

Zhuo Jian said softly, not wanting to disturb others.

Wang Yue was murmuring secretly in her heart.

Vomited a little?

Vomited a little?

I saw Fu Zhengzheng in the waiting area with his driver. When he saw her, he greeted her with a smile.

Wang Yue just threw the two bags into his arms, then twisted her hips and strode forward.

Zhuo Jian watched from behind and couldn't help laughing.

The driver and Zhuo Jian went to pick up their luggage. When they arrived at the car, they saw the two people in the car making a fuss, so they stood outside and waited.

Fortunately, Wang Yue noticed Zhuo Jian coming, and immediately patted Fu Zhengzheng and opened the car door: "Baby, come on up, it's cold outside."

Zhuo Jian didn't know if he should get in for a moment, but then he heard the driver say next to him: "Madam, it seems to be the young master's car."

A limited-edition supercar parked diagonally opposite her. The window was opened and the man inside immediately caused ripples in her heart.


Chapter completed!