Chapter 1825: 1872 You are God's best compensation for me 3

Chapter 1825 Chapter 1872 You are God's best compensation for me 3
Walking out, he thought of another question. He obviously didn't tell Yan Qing where he slept last night, how exactly did Yan Qing land the helicopter on the roof? Wouldn't that person have a tracking locator in his phone?
Long Yan disassembled his mobile phone for some research, let alone he found a tracker.
Gee! mean!
Long Yan cursed, but smiled on his face. He didn't remove the tracker. He wondered if he should also put a tracker in his phone while Yan Qing was not paying attention?
Yan Qing is very busy, and Long Yan is actually not busy. Everyone has each other's work. It is not a person who wants to have a cool breeze or even a cool breeze. When Yan Qing came back from a business trip, he thought he could be awkward with Long Yan. I caught up with Long Yan on a business trip again, and two times, the two of them didn't really touch it for nearly half a month, so they could only call to express their grief.
On the day Long Yan returned from a business trip, the heavy rain was all over the city, and the hail of Dou Da was crackling like firecrackers.
During the flight, Long Yan’s plane was hit by hail. The cockpit windshield and the radar fairing of the plane were damaged. The plane had to be forced to land near the city. Fortunately, it landed safely.
When he stepped off the plane, Long Yan and a group of undecided passengers were arranged in the lounge of the airport. He took out his mobile phone to call Yan Qing, so as not to pick him up at the airport and miss him for a long time.
Yan Qing had already learned from the airport broadcast that the plane was approaching the city. After receiving his call, he was relieved when he heard that he was all right: "Should I send a car to pick you up? If you take the high speed, it will be there in an hour. ."
"So what is the trouble, I can get there in 20 minutes by high-speed rail. The secretary has already booked a high-speed rail ticket. How about you pick me up at the high-speed rail station? But it will take a while from the airport to the high-speed rail station. The rain today is really heavy. , Very cold."
Yan Qing felt distressed when he heard that he was cold.
"Okay, send me the high-speed rail schedule, and I will pick you up at the high-speed rail station."
After Long Yan hung up the phone, he asked the secretary to tell him the schedule. The group took the light rail to the high-speed rail station at the airport.
When he got on the light rail, he began to send WeChat to Yanqing and continued to complain about today's weather. Because there were a secretary, a bodyguard, and two executives accompanying him, it was inconvenient for him to call and talk about private matters. Instead, WeChat talked more freely.
Yan Qing left the airport and sat in the car. Because it was still early, he could actually do other things, but he expected to see Long Yan soon. He simply asked the driver to drive the car to the high-speed rail station and plan to sit in the car. Waiting for him to return.
Even if he waited an hour and wasted his precious time, he felt it was worth it.
He really wants to see Long Yan, watching him spit out in front of him enthusiastically. He is not a talkative person, and he is not as active as a joke-talker than Long Yan. Most of the time, he is at ease as a listener, and he always speaks quickly. Talking and laughing, I feel happy. Sometimes Long Yan’s mouth is very poisonous, and it hurts people to greet other people’s ancestors for the eighteenth generation. Without a dirty word on his mouth, he feels that he can’t admire this little bastard. .
The driver parked the car in the parking lot of the high-speed rail station. Through the endoscope, he saw Yan Qing typing on his mobile phone. The introverted man's mouth was filled with smiles from time to time, and he didn't know what he was talking about.
Yan Qing's driver had long understood that Yan Qing was in love, and he was probably enjoying the feeling of being in love at the moment, so he didn't talk curiously.
(End of this chapter)