The flight attendant's face showed an envious expression, "You must really love your wife, don't you?"
So handsome, so elegant, and such a gentleman, with eyes only for his wife. Truly, he was a peerless good man. From the moment he boarded the plane, he took all kinds of care for Mu Mian, keeping her warm and protected in his arms. When they walked, he used his broad body to shield her from being jostled by the crowd, and every gentle little expression of his was filled with love.
Indeed, there still existed such perfect men in the world.
Gong Heng smiled even more tenderly, his aura even seemed to radiate a silvery halo as he looked at the weak little person in his arms who could only take sips of water and then hum softly.
"Yes, I love her very much."
Love her so deeply.
The flight attendant's eyes inexplicably filled with moisture. If she could find such a good man in this lifetime, it must be the reward of lifetimes of good karma.
His wife was indeed blessed.
