Chapter 417: Our Island

At night, the cabin of the plane was dim, and only a few small night lights were lit up that were not dazzling.

Mu Zi and Murong Cheng sat side by side, covered with blankets, and under the blankets, their hands were interlocked.

Murong Cheng's big hand was very warm, and the warm current was bubbling and flowing, as if it could flow all the way along the well-fitting palm to the tip of her heart.

She looked up at the man beside her, his eyes were closed, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his handsome side face seemed to be covered with a layer of golden gauze in the dim warm light, soft and quiet, neither cold nor yin, only gentle.

Mu Zi tried her best to think about Murong Cheng's good side: although he misbehaved and often bullied her, most of the time, he was still very gentle.

Murong Cheng seemed to notice her gaze, and he opened his eyes.

Mu Zi's appearance was reflected in his pupils, and a smile immediately appeared in his eyes, and he asked, "Can't sleep?" ”

Mu Zi was a little embarrassed to look at him, and her face drilled into the blanket, revealing only a pair of clear and smart eyes, with fluttering eyelashes and playfulness.

Murong Cheng paused, and wanted to kiss her again.

"How long will it take?" Mu Zi asked him softly.

"Two more hours." Murong Cheng replied.

He lifted the armrests between the seats so that there was no more obstacle between the two, and then grabbed Mu Zi's shoulders and asked her to lean over.

Mu Zi nestled into his arms, but after a while, he fell asleep peacefully.

Her breathing was smooth and long, her cheeks were white and ruddy, her brows were stretched, and she looked like an ignorant and simple child when she fell asleep, without sorrow, with a delicate and lovely feeling.

Murong Cheng adjusted her posture to make her sleep more comfortable.

He was actually a little complacent.

Mu Zi can sleep very soundly by his side every time, which is a silent compliment for him.

Murong Cheng curled his index finger, gently scraped Mu Zi's smooth and tender face, and traced the delicate eyebrows and eyes. This is his little woman, she has grown up a little, and her smile has already carried the charm of a woman, rubbed together with the innocence and shyness of a young girl, forming a fatal attraction that he cannot resist.

There was affection in his chest, and he seemed to love her even more.

……

The plane landed at Xianghai City Airport.

Located in the southernmost part of Huaya, Xianghai is a bustling metropolis surrounded by many small islands. In order to maximize the economic value of tourism, the pristine scenery of the islands in this area is very rare to be intact.

After they got off the plane, they switched to a car to go to the seaport.

The road is brightly lit, the night scene is bustling, the red lanterns meander all the way, and there are countless tourists on the streets, as well as many foreigners.

Even Bai Wei, who has a calm temperament, couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's so lively here!" ”

"Xianghai City is also known as the city that never sleeps." Murong Cheng said with a smile.

Mu Zi looked at him sideways, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

She knows this place.

Xianghai City was not so prosperous before, the main income was all from the fishing industry and ship transportation, and later the Huo family opened a casino here, slowly, all kinds of entertainment venues began to sprout everywhere in Xianghai City, but three or five years to form this prosperous scene today.

Many mayors and governors are looking forward to the Huo family choosing their jurisdiction, because wherever the Huo family's hand is extended, the economic situation will be very good, and the performance of the officials will also rise.

The head of the four major families, this title is not for nothing.

Today's car and horses are tired, and it's tomorrow to go shopping, not to mention settling Sisi and Xiaoya.

When the group arrived at the harbor, they changed their means of transport again and got on a yacht.

The sea breeze is slightly cool and humid, there is no cold in winter, Mu Zi has taken off her cumbersome winter clothes and squinted to feel the comfort of the seaside.

Murong Cheng pointed to her: "That is our island." ”