Fortunately, I have foresight. Most of the places that don’t need a visa are tourist destinations. I chose a country with the most beautiful scenery in the world. It was just suitable for dating; I think it will satisfy the President very much.

After getting on the plane, the President went to the first-class cabin alone to enjoy the beautiful life of the rich, and the heroine and I squeezed into the economy class.

Because of the late booking, the few good seats in the economy class have already been taken. The heroine and I can only sit in the two middle seats of a row, which has four seats. I had to say “I’m sorry, please excuse me.” a hundred times to the person who is in the aisle.

I really hate economy class on international flights!

In order to pass the long flight time, I casually found a topic and chatted with the heroine, “My lady, why did you come to the airport first? Are you not in the President’s villa of 1,000 square kilometers? The President also asked me to buy necessities for you.”

The heroine looked at me with a puzzled face, “Xiao Zhu doesn’t live in the villa, Xiao Zhu didn’t take the key to the villa, the President asked Xiao Zhu to temporarily live in the group’s hotel, not far from the airport, Xiao Zhu took a taxi directly when Xiao Zhu was notified of the business trip.”

I was extremely shocked. Did the President make up a big story today to ask me to pick him up at the villa and serve him as a free driver?

This is not the first time! I am very indignant in my heart. Why can Mr. Zhao, the driver, get paid for nothing without working? I have to do so many things with less money than the income tax threshold!

I decided to discuss with the president after I got off the plane, and at least compare the average salary level of other secretaries of other domineering Presidents.

Just when I thought that this trip was just the President taking the opportunity to take the heroine out to play, and planning to sleep through the flight, the beautiful flight attendant came over with a smile, stopped beside me, and leaned over politely. She asked: “Is it, Ms. Mi? The President is looking for you.”

Maybe the big pig’s hoof wants to surprise the heroine on the plane again. I’m not very familiar with civil aviation law. What should I do if I can’t control him?

Will we be punished for making trouble on a cross-border plane?

I followed the stewardess to the first-class cabin.

The president leaned lazily in the wide seat, the slim legs wrapped in custom-made trousers were 2.8 meters in momentum, the two buttons on the collar were untied, the tie was hung askew on the neck, and the eyes were covered with dark green silk eye mask, and the hair was messy.

I have to say, this appearance looks a little alluring under the dim cabin lights.