Chapter 417 Our Island

At night, the cabin of the plane was dim, with only a few non-glare nightlights on.

Mu Zi and Murong Cheng were seated side by side, their bodies were covered with blankets, and under the blankets, their fingers were interlocked.

Murong Cheng's big hand was very warm, and the warm current was flowing, as if it could flow along the palm of his hand to the tip of her heart.

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

Mu Zi tried her best to think of 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, a smile appeared in his eyes immediately, and he asked, "Can't sleep?"

Mu Zi was a little embarrassed to look at him, her face was buried under the blanket, only revealing a pair of clear and lively eyes with fluttering eyelashes, playful.

Murong Cheng paused for breath, and wanted to kiss her again.

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

"Two more hours." Murong Cheng replied.

He raised the armrest between the seats so that there was no obstacle between the two of them, then he held Mu Zi's shoulders and let her lean over.

Mu Zi snuggled into his arms, and fell asleep peacefully after a while.

Her breathing was gentle and long, her cheeks were fair and rosy, and her brows were stretched. When she fell asleep, she looked like an ignorant and innocent child. She had no worries, and was charming and cute.

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

In fact, he was somewhat complacent.

Every time Mu Zi was beside him, he could sleep extremely soundly, which was a silent compliment to him.

Murong Cheng raised his index finger, gently scratched Mu Zi's smooth and tender face, and traced the delicate eyebrows and eyes. This is his little woman. She has grown up a bit, and her smiles already have the charm of a woman. Together with the pure and shyness of a girl, they form a fatal attraction that he cannot resist.

Feelings were bubbling in his chest, and he seemed to love her even more.

...

The plane landed at Xianghai Airport.

Xianghai City is located in the southernmost part of Huaya Kingdom. It is a prosperous metropolis with many small islands scattered around it. In order to maximize the economic value of the tourism industry, the original scenery of the islands in this area is very rare and intact.

After they got off the plane, they changed to a car and went to the seaport.

The lights along the road are bright, the night scene is prosperous, the red lanterns are winding all the way, there are countless tourists on the street, and there are many foreigners.

Even the calm Bai Wei couldn't help expressing 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 turned up slightly.

She knows the place.

Xianghai City was not so prosperous before, and its main income depended on fishing and shipping. Later, the Huo family opened a casino here. Slowly, various entertainment venues began to sprout everywhere in Xianghai City. It formed the prosperous scene it is today.

Many mayors and governors hope that the Huo family can choose their jurisdiction, because wherever the Huo family reaches out, the economic situation will be good, and the achievements of officials will also increase.

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

Today's driving is tiring, and it's tomorrow's business to go shopping, not to mention getting Sisi and Xiaoya settled down.

The group arrived at the harbor, changed their means of transportation again, and took a yacht.

The sea breeze is slightly cool and humid, without the coldness of winter, Mu Zi has already taken off her cumbersome winter clothes, squinting her eyes to feel the comfort of the sea.

Murong Cheng pointed to her: "That's our island."