After being plotted against by my best friend, I got into trouble with the domineering president

Under the starry sky at night, a luxury private jet was waiting quietly in the night. The fuselage of the aircraft shone silvery-white in the moonlight, like a quiet silver dragon, ready to soar into the sky at any time.

In the cabin, An Zhen was dressed in black casual clothes, with a straight posture and deep eyes. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, with a wicked smile.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the seat, looking calm and composed. His presence is like a bright star, attracting everyone's attention no matter where he is.

Wen Wen sat next to him, wearing a light blue tweed suit, which made her already fair and flawless skin even more flawless.

Her eyes were soft and there was a friendly smile on her lips. Her beauty is like flowers under the moonlight, gentle and bright, making people feel warm.

"The dark sky hangs low, accompanied by bright stars. The cold wind blows, the cold wind blows..." Wen Wen looked at the scenery outside the plane and hummed softly.

An Zhen stared at Gentle's side face, unable to extricate himself for a long time. The gentle and beautiful voice made An Zhen feel warm and at ease in his heart.

"What, are there flowers on my face?" Wen Wen asked softly, with a hint of playfulness in her tone. She slowly turned her face and looked at An Zhen with a pair of bright eyes.

An Zhen didn't expect Wen Wen to ask this question at all, and he felt his cheeks feel slightly hot. He glanced at Wen Wen secretly and immediately looked away.

He whispered to himself, how could he become so shy at this time.

With a faint smile on her gentle face, she seemed to see through An Zhen's inner embarrassment. Then, Wen Wen came closer, and her breath with a faint fragrance sprayed on the side of An Zhen's face.

"Hey, Mr. An is actually shy. The night before yesterday, Mr. An was not like this -"

The gentle tone seemed to contain three parts of ridicule, mixed with three parts of contempt, revealing three parts of disdain, and one part of carelessness.

"I...I'm not shy!" As he said that, An Zhen moved his gaze to Gentle's face, "If Miss Wen hadn't been 'sick', maybe we could relive our previous intimacy."

An Zhen had returned to normal at this time, and his previous shyness had disappeared without a trace.

Facing An Zhen's fiery eyes, Gentle's already fluctuating and restless heart finally gave way. She turned her head to the window again and stopped talking.

An Zhen looked at the gentle side face and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He didn't know why he cared so much about tenderness, and why his heart surged because of her words.

He tried to calm down, but found that the emotion was getting stronger and stronger. He wanted to hold her gentle hand and tell her how he felt in his heart, but he was afraid that his emotions would be rejected.

He knows what kind of person he is. Such a person does not deserve love, let alone being loved.

Gentle's heart was also going through a struggle, and she even felt that everything she had experienced recently was just like a dream, a panicked nightmare.

Thinking about her experiences these days, she couldn't help but get wet in her eyes. She saw Su Dong's message, but she didn't know how to reply to him.

Su Dong did not accept the money Wen Wenwen transferred to her, but sent one or two greetings every few hours, looking forward to Wen Wenwen's recovery.

The atmosphere in the cabin gradually became more subtle, and the two people's moods became more complicated. They are all thinking about their guilty consciences, but don't know how to face each other.

At this time, in the staff lounge, two private jet flight attendants from Anjia were gathering together and whispering.

Their conversation revolved around the tenderness of sitting on the leather airplane seat. She was sitting there quietly, seeming to be thinking about something.

"Look at her outfit, she is obviously not an ordinary person." One of the flight attendants said in a low voice, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "That outfit is quite expensive. We can't afford it even if we don't eat or drink for a year. .”

"Yes, I noticed it too. Do you think she is a big star or a small internet celebrity?" Another flight attendant responded with some speculation in her tone.

There was a kind of resentment that could not be concealed in her voice, and she seemed to be jealous of the mysterious woman next to An Zhen.

She even wished that the person sitting next to An Zhen was herself. This thought made her feel a little ashamed, but she could not deny her true feelings in her heart.

"No way, you've never seen this face before? But she's really beautiful, no wonder Mr. An is attracted to her. Tell me, when will it be our turn for such a good thing? Oh, it's heaven-shattering So rich..."

One of the flight attendants began to sigh, it would be great if she could marry into a wealthy family or even just be a non-staff member of a wealthy family.

She also knows that it may be difficult for such an opportunity to come to her, but she still has a dream in her heart, hoping that one day she can realize her dream of becoming a wealthy family.

Although she also understands that this requires effort and opportunity, she is willing to pursue it and strive for her own happiness.

She considers herself to be quite pretty, and if she can really hook up with any rich man, she only wants fairy tale wealth, not a trace of true love.

"Oh, what are you thinking about? How is it possible? Mr. An is... not normal, even a little abnormal." The first stewardess lowered her voice and said mysteriously.

"Huh? Are you telling the truth? I heard that he is a bit strange, but it's not to the point of being 'perverted', right?" Another stewardess showed a doubtful expression and frowned.

"Do you need to listen to who else? Of the two doctors on the plane, the male doctor asked for my WeChat ID and told me that Mr. An's female companion had a laceration, so he specially I took the doctor abroad to go skiing. How long do you think this will take? Tsk, tsk, tsk..." the first stewardess sighed.

"Ah -? What kind of fun is this? But Mr. An is rich, handsome, and so... capable, so he can be as perverted as possible." A stewardess said, Couldn't help but laugh.

"That's true -" another flight attendant also echoed, "Who doesn't like such a man? Oh my, it will be our turn to have such a good thing."

"'Wealth and wealth, don't forget each other'!" The first stewardess's voice was firm and powerful.

As the words fell, her palms stretched straight out towards the other party. This ancient Chinese proverb embodies their common beliefs and pursuits.

"Yes, 'Wealth and wealth, never forget each other'!" the second stewardess responded, her voice full of enthusiasm and recognition. She extended her palms in the same manner, and the two hands met in the air.

With a 'pop' sound, their palms clapped together tightly.