Chapter 417： Our island

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

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

Murong Cheng's big hands are very warm, and the warm current flows gurglingly, as if it can flow along the close-fitting palm to the tip of her heart.

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

Mu Zili thought 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 perceive 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 drilled his face into the blanket, revealing only a pair of clear and agile eyes, with fluttering eyelashes with playfulness.

Murong Cheng's breath stopped, and he wanted to kiss her again.

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

"Just another two hours." Murong Cheng replied.

He raised the armrest between the seats so that there were no obstacles between the two, and then took Mu Zi's shoulders and let her lean over.

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

Her breathing is gentle and long, her cheeks are white and rosy, and her brows are stretched. When she falls asleep, she looks like an ignorant and innocent child, without sorrow, with a delicate and charming, very pitiful.

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

He was actually a little complacent.

Mu Zi could sleep very securely whenever he was by his side, which was a silent praise to him.

Murong Chengqu raised his index finger, gently shaved his purple and tender face, and traced the delicate eyebrows. This is his little woman. She has grown up a little, and she has the charm of a woman between her smiles, and she rubs it with the innocence and shyness of a girl, forming a fatal attraction that he can't resist.

His chest grows with affection, and he seems to love her even more.

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The plane landed at Xianghai Airport.

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

After they got off the plane, they went to the harbor by car.

The lights along the road are bright, the night scene is bustling, the red lanterns meander along the way, there are countless street tourists and many foreigners.

Even the quiet Bai Wei 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 tilted his head to look at him, the corners of his mouth tilted slightly.

She knows this place.

Xianghai City was not so prosperous before. The main income was fishing industry and ship transportation. Later, the Huo family opened a casino here. Slowly, various entertainment venues began to sprout everywhere in Xianghai City, but only three to five years Formed today's prosperous scene.

How many mayors and governors hope that the Huo family can choose their jurisdiction, because wherever the Huo family's hand reaches, the economic situation will be very good, and the political achievements of the officials will also increase.

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

Today’s carts are overwhelming, and going shopping is also tomorrow, not to mention the need to settle Sisi and Xiaoya well.

When the group arrived at the harbour, they changed transportation again and boarded a yacht.

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

Murong Cheng pointed out to her: "There is our island."