[Quick Transmigration] A cookie for you

In fact, with Ning Zheng's current situation, an accident would definitely happen if he got on a plane.But the old man who was far away in France had no choice but to give him a death order, asking him to appear in front of him before [-] o'clock tomorrow night and give him a reasonable explanation.

Ning Zheng knew that what the old man wanted was nothing more than his mishandling of the Cheng family's affairs, which had caused him a loss of face.

After he finished talking with Yan Lu on the phone last night, he immediately received an email from there.

When Ning Zheng saw it, he knew who had been instigated.Forget it, then go back and meet those people.

"Master, hello. What would you like to eat tonight?"

"I can't eat anything." After hanging up the phone, Ning Zheng was almost half-supported by his assistant to get off the plane. Along the way, he was asked by the flight attendant concerned, "Sir, how can I help you?"

Ning Zheng held back the rising sourness, waved his hands reluctantly, and when he finally got off the plane, he couldn't help but ran to the low trash can in the corner, bent over and vomited.

"Mr. Ning, are you okay?" The assistant held his arm with one hand and patted his back gently with the other.

"No...it's okay. Don't talk about today's affairs."

"Yes. Mr. Ning, please call."

"……Who?"

"Boyfriend." The assistant hesitated before answering him.

Ning Zheng's body froze for a moment, and he rinsed his mouth with the mineral water handed over by his assistant before saying, "Give it to me."

"President Ning, do you want to take a break?"

"No need." Ning Zheng was helped by the assistant to sit down on the rest chair beside him, and then he slid the answer button, "What's the matter?"

"Honey, I'm boarding now. Surprise? Have you landed already?"

"..." Ning Zheng was startled by his voice, and hurriedly took the phone away, "Why so early?"

"...What's wrong with your voice? It's so hoarse. Is it the sequelae of the fever?"

"Is there any sequelae after the fever goes down?"

"Of course there is. Generally speaking, there is a certain process for normal people to get sick. They first have a fever and then cough."

"Damn."

"Yes, I'm just talking nonsense. But I'm going to be serious now. I'll send a list to your mobile phone later, and you can help me with my staff. Are these gifts appropriate?"

"Don't be so troublesome, the old man doesn't care about it."

"He doesn't care, doesn't it mean that other people don't care either? I am a dignified President An Di, I don't want to be poked in the back the next day and said I don't know how to be polite."

"...as you like."

Maybe Ning Zheng himself didn't notice, when he spoke to the phone, he was gentle like no one else had ever seen.

"Let's go." After hanging up the phone, Ning Zheng, with the support of his assistant, refused to pick up the airport car, and walked out slowly against the cold wind.

I just vomited for a while, although I didn't vomit anything, but my brain is not so drowsy.But when he walked out of the terminal and saw the idiot leaning on a Bugatti Veyron, he suddenly felt another tumbling in his stomach.

"Hello my dear cousin, you are finally out."

"……why you?"

"Why can't it be me? My cousin misses you, so I applied to the old man to pick you up in person. Is it unexpected? Are you happy?"

"I think I'd be happier if you got out of here in your stupid sports car right now."

"I haven't seen you for so long, you are still not very cute, cousin."