Chapter 145

For a person who thinks he has money, has a luxury car and sits in billions of people, it is unforgivable that he doesn't pay attention to flying first class.

The middle-aged man must think so, so he was angry.

He is a platinum member of this airline. He goes back and forth between Shanghai and Beijing at least twice a week. The VIP channel is his first walk, and the plane is his first seat. Of course, he chooses the best.

But today he felt despised.

For a person of his status, being despised is tantamount to being insulted, and daring to insult him is looking for death.

The middle-aged man felt that his status and wealth, whether in the capital or Shanghai, were enough for him to walk sideways.

So for a person who can walk sideways, it is very serious to be treated differently on the plane.

Originally, he took a fancy to the first-class stewardess of today's flight. The girl has a long chest, a big waist, a thin ass and is still so tall. She has nothing to hook up with. With her wealth, why don't you take her out of the plane for fun.

But he was ignored at all. Instead, he courted a sick little white face nearby.

In this way, the anger and jealousy of middle-aged men erupted at once.

Hearing the middle-aged man's curse, Yang Qiu just frowned. He asked for liquor. He didn't want to drink it, but now he is seriously injured. Liquor can help disinfect. He has only a few pills in his hand, but he hasn't refined it to treat trauma. Even if he is an immortal, this trauma can recover ten times faster than ordinary people, but it takes at least half a month of cultivation to recover.

"I'm really sorry, sir. We don't provide spirits. This gentleman is a special case. Please understand!"

The stewardess stood in front of the middle-aged man and said with a red face.

"What fucking special situation? Is your aunt here or something? I think you want to soak that little white face? "

The stewardess blushed, and a trace of anger flashed through her heart, but she didn't dare to show it on her face:

"I'm sorry, sir. I can meet your needs except liquor?"

The stewardess must have been tricked by the middle-aged man. She was a little confused. After saying this, she felt bad.

Sure enough, a smile flashed across the middle-aged man's face, but there was a vague lust - light in his eyes:

"Hehe, what can satisfy me? Miss, get off the plane. Can you have dinner with me? Don't worry, the price is up to you. "

"You...!"

The stewardess was so angry that her chest fluctuated for a while, and her already full chest looked bigger, which almost kept the middle-aged man's eyes from falling out.

"Hey, hey, miss, how's it going? Think about it? I won't treat you badly. "

The stewardess' uniform on this flight is similar to the style of cheongsam. The stewardess' hair alarm is high and the neck is particularly slender. The uniform tightly wraps the body in it. It is really a breast enhancement, hip warping and willow leaf thin waist. It depicts an amazing curve of her body. Coupled with the stewardess' attitude of speaking and whispering, it has an unspeakable charm. No wonder the middle-aged man had a lust - heart.

Yang Qiu turned to look at the middle-aged man, then put down the whisky in her hand, looked at the stewardess again, endured the sharp pain in her chest, coughed, greeted her and said:

"Miss, you come!"

The air hostess's tears rolled in her eyes. When she heard Yang Qiu's greeting behind her, she immediately turned and walked over, lowered her head and said with a red face:

"What do you need, sir?"

"Pour him a glass of wine and he won't make trouble?"

The stewardess lowered her head and seemed a little embarrassed:

"Maybe."

"Then pour him a cup. If he embarrasses you again, I'll help you clean him up. Don't worry, he doesn't dare to trouble you."

The stewardess was delighted. The sick big man spoke really funny. She almost burst into laughter.

"I see."

With a red face, she turned and said something to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was immediately angry. He stood up directly from his seat and said angrily:

"I drink and others give me alms? Get out and get your purser. I'll complain to you! "

The stewardess was so angry that she burst into tears. At this time, the purser who had long been watching this side immediately came over and comforted:

"Please take your seat, sir. We'll try our best to meet your needs."

"Satisfy your mother? Do you know who I am? The boss of your airline should be polite when he sees me. What kind of person are you. Go away. "

Yang Qiushi couldn't see it anymore. He turned to look at the middle-aged man and said faintly:

"Well, don't be so impetuous. It's easy to offend people."

The middle-aged man waited for him, sneered, looked at him coldly and said:

"Who are you? Is there anyone at home? "

"Someone?"

Yang Qiu thought for a moment and said with certainty:

"Of course there are people. Otherwise, can I take this first class?"

"Hehe, boy, don't make trouble for your family, you know? In front of me, your backer, is he still a person? Look at your short-lived appearance, I think you're tired of living? "

Say anything, but this sentence angered Yang Qiu.

An obscure murderous spirit flashed from him. He glanced at the dead guy and said faintly:

"Virtue is accumulated in the mouth."

"What the fuck do I care about you? Who the fuck do you think you are? "

The middle-aged man was so angry that he rushed directly at Yang Qiu that the stewardess and the purser hurriedly covered their chests and stepped back two steps. The two air policemen behind him were also alarmed. The whole flight knew that the pale young man on the plane today was a great man. If he was hurt by any accident, something big would happen.

The middle-aged man who jumped in front of Yang Qiu raised his palm and fanned Yang Qiu's face. Everyone was surprised, but as soon as the guy's hand was half raised, he put it down again.

At the moment when he started, he seemed to feel a cold cold, which seemed to come from hell, making him tremble all over.

"Don't be so angry. Go back and sit obediently. Don't belittle others with your sense of superiority and identity. Otherwise, I don't know whether you can keep your identity, status and wealth."

Yang Qiu's words are very calm, but everyone in the first class can hear them clearly. The confident tone and attitude can be more shocking.

The excellent stewardess, who didn't know what to think of, suddenly blushed on her face, then lowered her head, secretly touched her head, glanced at Yang Qiu, but quickly buried her head in her chest.