Chapter 1270

Wenjo put his chin on his expensive suit: "I was told to be your stewardess before, so will I be an amateur stewardess so soon?"

Fu Nanli pinched her cheek: "I'll be a passenger this time. I'll talk about it next time."

Next Friday, as scheduled, wenjo was wearing a short grey brown button up coat with a black sweater, baggy jeans and board shoes.

It's still comfortable to fly.

It takes 12 hours from Haicheng to Dubai.

Most importantly, first-class business class was given to a wealthy Dubai, and wenjo had to take economy class.

"If you can't fly economy class, you can take the next flight to Dubai. There's business class there."

Fu Shaozhen did not suffer from this kind of grievance, which made him unhappy. He directly let Wenqiao take their private plane.

Wenjo: "economy class, I'm used to it. It's OK. I just want to take a flight with you."

Sit down. Where's the point?

When Wenqiao boarded the plane, he saw that standing at the gate of the cabin was Shi Tianxue, the flower of the University of Astronautics.

This kind of shift change, naturally, can't get to the top. Ji Xianzheng doesn't know, and Fu Nanli doesn't know.

Shi Tian snowflake had to spend a lot of money to share the same flight with Captain Fu. When he saw Wenqiao, although he felt a bit resentful, he still carried the stewardess smile and said warmly: "welcome to Dongchuan airlines. I wish you a happy journey."

Wenqiao took the ticket, went into the cabin and looked back. How could she remember that Shi Tianxue was not on a flight with Fu Nanli?

But she didn't care. She never doubted about the relationship between men and women.

And Shi Tianxue is an economy class flight attendant. She can't get into the captain's room at all, so she doesn't have to worry.

However, from small to big, we can see how many stewardesses and how many female staff members of Dongchuan Airlines adore Fu Nanli.

Wenjo found his seat. The aisle seat on the right, the first row of economy class, was also close to business class.

In the business class, you can see some bodyguards in black waiting in line. They are all foreigners. In addition, there is a big man sitting on the armchair. The stewardess push the dining car to deliver the red wine. Then the curtain falls down and you can't see the scene inside.

Zhao Yuan also followed Fu Nanli's old man. She used to be a first-class flight attendant. Today, when she learned that Wenqiao was in economy class, she deployed her own resources and ran to ask her if she wanted a blanket. She was hungry or thirsty. She seemed to be her exclusive steward.

Wenqiao smiles: "I just ate and drunk in your Dongchuan restaurant. Sister yuan, you are busy. I'll call you if I have something to do."

Zhao Yuan smiles: "OK."

"Oh, by the way, are the local tyrants in business class businessmen from Dubai? What kind of business, such a big battle. "

"Dubai, after all, it's oil, diamonds and so on. It seems that it has something to do with the royal family, so the security work is in place."

"Oh, oh."

Zhao Yuan then went to serve the other passengers.

Wenqiao put on his headphones, flipped through a book and came out to see. Suddenly, his foot was kicked. When he looked up, he saw a foreigner with beard, wearing a suit and a fierce spirit.

"You, find a seat in the back."

The man speaks English and the commanding tone is very uncomfortable.

Wenjo showed up and returned to her in English: "my seat is here."