In the early morning of their flight, Song Jin got up from bed sleepily. After washing, she didn''t have time to have breakfast, so she took her to eat in the car.

    Xiao Yi, Lu Nancheng''s assistant, was driving while reporting his itinerary. His brain was like a robot, and he had all kinds of things in it. He could answer Lu Nancheng''s questions perfectly.

    She looked at the back of Xiao Yi''s head. The higher the assistant''s ability, the better the boss''s ability.

    Song Jin silently biting bread, sucking milk, still sleepy with breath, beautiful eyes half narrowed, with white skin, very lovely.

    Lu Nancheng shook open his newspaper: "we went to bed early last night."

    "But we got up early."

    Since living in the Lu family, she is not used to getting up early. She has formed a bad habit in her body. Maybe she was raised too well.

    Song Jin continued to play a few huff, no appetite to continue to eat, just want to find a place to throw, was taken over by Lu Nancheng: "sleep, to call you."

    "Well."

    Although she was sleepy, she could not sleep on her side. The car ran smoothly and bumped occasionally, and soon arrived at the airport.

    They almost got on the plane in time. She asked the stewardess for a blanket again. She fell asleep without moving.

    Lu Nancheng smoked the corner of his mouth. He was used to her operation and slept like a corpse. He looked at the documents quietly.

    Domestic aviation flight time is not long, Song Jin almost did not feel how long the plane had landed, followed off the plane again.

    In the seaside city, as soon as she got off the plane, she felt the rolling temperature in the air. In the morning, she wore a thin coat. Now she took it off and was hung in her arms by Lu Nancheng.

    The sun above her head is strong, and her face is hot. I don''t know where he changed his umbrella to cover her head.

    Song Jin had to slow down and walk with his hand on her side.

    Lu Nancheng is straight, holding a briefcase in one hand and holding an umbrella for her in the other. Most of the umbrella surface is on her head. Xiao Yi looks behind her, a little surprised.

    He has been with Mr. Lu for many years, and he has never been so attentive to anyone. If he was perfunctory to miss song before, now he has completely changed his style of painting. He secretly tells himself that he should treat Miss Song better in the future.

    The pick-up car stops outside the airport and arrives at the hotel directly. Song Jin is about to take her suitcase. Lu Nancheng takes it and takes her inside.

    The hotel is on the beach. When he gets to his room, he goes to the bathroom to wash his face and then opens the door.

    "I''ll go to the meeting and you stay in the room."

    "Oh, go ahead."

    Lu Nancheng takes a meaningful look at her. Song Jin waves her hand to show him to drive away. She stands in front of the French window. Outside is the beach. The sea is blue in the distance, and the sky is blue without any impurities.

    She opened the glass door to go out, the sea wind wrapped in heat waves, although hot, but also feel acceptable, she stood on the balcony overlooking the distant sea, occasionally low flying over a few seagulls.

    Looking at the scenery in front of her, Song Jin is in a better mood. She completely forgets Lu Nancheng''s words, changes into a beach skirt and goes out happily with her bag on her back.

    Since we are here on holiday, we should have the appearance of a holiday.

    She walked on the beach by herself, from the hotel area to the public area in front of her. The crowd gradually increased. Song Jin was good-looking, dressed in fashion, and had good temperament. Especially when she came by herself, someone had been staring at her for a long time.

    Song Jin does not know, occasionally look at the scenery, occasionally step on the waves, the whole person happy smile flying.

    A few young men leaning against the sunshade were staring at her closely. A sea breeze blew by and rolled up their skirts, revealing their slender and straight legs.

    "This girl is on time. She''s absolutely perfect."

    "Well, the key is to have a good face. Even if I''m not perfect, I can accept it."

    "Yes, this face is much more beautiful than the little star I played before."

    "In case it''s whole again."

    "No, it seems to be natural. How pure the temperament is."

    After a discussion, the three men got up in unison.

    "I saw it first."

    "No matter who sees it, who can do it."

    Song Jin happened to walk barefoot in front of them. Next to them was an empty chair. She nestled on it. Her sandals were thrown on the beach by her. Her white feet were stained with sand and put on the chair.

    She took off the knitted hat on her head, revealing a complete face. Her complexion was as white as a peeled litchi. Her facial features were bright and moving, and her temperament was clean and pure. She opened her mouth slightly and breathed out. When she looked at the men beside her, she felt a little confused.

    Song Jin tied up her long hair behind her head, slightly raised her neck, and down the neck, her skin color was as white and tender as her face, and her makeup was excluded.

    She had just sorted everything out when a young man came next to her and handed her a cup of juice.

    "Are you thirsty, miss?"

    Song Jin is really thirsty, but she doesn''t dare to drink from others. She politely refuses: "I''m not thirsty, thank you."The young man was rejected. He couldn''t hold his smile, but he didn''t go away.

    "Miss, come on holiday alone?"

    She grunted, "no, with my husband. He''s in the back."

    Smell speech, the young man is a Leng, so good-looking woman has been married, occupied by other men, suddenly unhappy, even faint jealousy, but also did not go, he would like to see who married such a beautiful woman.

    Song Jin doesn''t know his heart activity at all, continues to lie comfortably, and doesn''t care about the man beside him.

    It''s just that before long, another man came to chat up, still using the same method.

    Song Jin just wants to see the scenery quietly. She is always disturbed and uncomfortable.

    "Sorry, no need."

    "Miss, do you need a guide?"

    "No need."

    "You can play with us."

    Song Jin has been too lazy to pay attention to it. She directly covers her face with the knitted hat, a gesture that no one cares.

    The man who came to chat up left helplessly. The man who continued to chat up had to give up his mind when he saw this situation. The only man who was the first to chat up was to sit down in a chair next to her to see her husband.