Chapter 341 He's here.

At 7:30 p.m. in China.

A Boeing 787 private jet flew into the clouds from the airport.

On the broad luxury sofa, the long legs of the palace and the sky overlap and sit, with a small lamp on its head and a document in its hand. The handsome features are like carvings. The lines are clear, sexy and charming.

Every time four stewardesses come by to give him tea, they stealthily look at him. Even some stewardesses take some caution, such as lowering the buttons of their shirts, revealing some spring, or dressing carefully and making sweet voices, all of them are ignored by the...