Reborn Girl: Prince Charming's Hot Wife

Xiyan Cheng carefully walked out of the plane, gently opened the cabin door, and felt the ground shake. He carried the cultural relics that he had saved on his back and raised his spirits. Step by step, he approached Gong Moyi's ladder.    

    

Until he grabbed it tightly.    

    

Perhaps because the force of his instantaneous departure caused the originally precise balance to be imbalanced, the plane swayed and looked like it was about to fall!    

    

Xiyan Cheng grabbed the hanging ladder with one hand and tightly gripped the hatch of the plane with the other.    

    

Here, every plane was their life, and it represented hope.    

    

As a pilot, he would not give up his beloved vehicle until the last moment.    

    

He quickly untied the rope on his wrist and put it on the helicopter below.    

    

They were all ropes that were the most durable and could bear the pulling force, enough to hang the small helicopter below.    

    

He tied it up skillfully. Gong Moyi noticed that he did not come up. She wanted to ask, but she instantly understood what Xiyan Cheng was doing.    

    

Yes, he was an excellent pilot. Not only did he perform well, but he also performed well. His love for every detail in this line of work.    

    

She still accurately controlled the position of the plane, giving Xiyan Cheng enough time.    

    

Until he finally finished tying up, carrying the cultural relics on his back, he quickly climbed up the ladder.    

    

Gong Moyi pulled up the height, and the rope was slowly pulled up.    

    

Before the two of them had time to greet each other, Xiyan Cheng focused all of his attention on the ground below, while Gong Moyi precisely controlled the plane and let the rope bring the plane below into the sky.    

    

As the helicopter left the stone pillar completely, it was unknown if it was because of the pressure, but the stone pillar suddenly rotated and then heavily crashed into the water!    

    

Xiyan Cheng stood at the cabin door and saluted the stone pillar that had saved his life but had already been submerged by the flood.    

    

It was only at this moment that he had the time to walk to Gong Moyi's side and size up his little girl.    

    

Her gaze was calm. After quickly exchanging glances with him, she focused her attention on the plane.    

    

Because there was another plane hanging below, there were too many things to consider. Wind speed, resistance, and so on were all different from a plane.    

    

Gong Moyi did not have time to think about other things. She even forgot to greet Xiyan Cheng and only focused on locking the instrument.    

    

The flight back this time was much slower than the time she came. Gong Moyi saw that the gas meter of her plane was constantly sliding down, so she controlled the plane to start preparing to land.    

    

She did not land in the city, but found a relatively empty lawn with fewer people.    

    

The plane lowered its altitude and the ground was getting more and more connected. Xiyan Cheng got down from the ladder and began to carefully untie the rope.    

    

The last button was undone and the plane lay on the ground. Gong Moyi put away the ladder and controlled the plane to land steadily.    

    

The propeller slowly stopped spinning and she sat in the driver's seat. At this moment, she finally realized her nervousness. In an instant, all her strength was sucked away and she realized that she could not walk anymore!    

    

Beside her, the man suddenly bent over and gently picked her up from the seat.    

    

Xiyan Cheng carried Gong Moyi to the back row and did not get off the plane. Instead, he sat on the ground and leaned against the wall of the cabin.    

    

After a while, Xiyan Cheng straightened his body and said: "Moyi, I knew you would come."    

    

Gong Moyi raised her eyes and met his gaze.    

    

His hat was already gone. His short hair was wet, but he was still standing upright. His angular face was washed by the rain, which made him look cleaner and purer.    

    

His deep gaze locked onto her. He said word by word, "You saved me. My life is yours. Everything is yours."    

    

Gong Moyi pouted, "Why should I use your life?"    

    

"What about me?" Xiyan Cheng asked, "Do you want it?"