Villain: Madam, would you like to dine with me tonight?

Eight in the morning.

North-South United International Airport.

Cao Bin and Song Qingcheng met.

"Say, Mr. Song, you can't be so economical, can you? You didn't even let me fly in economy class with you on a business trip?"

"If I had known you were so stingy, I might as well have bought my own ticket or just taken my private jet."

"Yes, yes! I know that you, Mr. Cao, are rich and powerful, so why don't you just follow me and let you be wronged?"

Song Qingcheng gave him a big roll of his eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this person is beautiful but different. He even looks so good when he is angry."

"roll!"

His eyes rolled even further, but his heart felt happy.

No woman doesn't like to be praised, and Song Qingcheng is no exception.

She explained smoothly: "I had to buy a ticket because it was urgent. When I asked, the first class cabin on Cathay Pacific's earliest flight was fully booked. I had no choice but to make do with Mr. Cao and me in the economy class."

"I know Mr. Song is not a stingy person, so I just said it casually. It's just a joke. Don't take it seriously."

"嘁~"

Song Qingcheng gave Cao Bin a look to let him understand.

Today she was wearing a black hip-hugging skirt with tulle sleeves and hollows.

The red-soled high-heeled shoes were not exaggerated, and they highlighted her plump and beautiful long legs just right.

Cross vertical buttons, deep V neckline, and long burgundy hair that are smart and graceful.

The clothes were carefully selected, but she probably didn't have time to wash her hair, but it didn't affect her overall beauty.

Apart from the natural fragrance, there is no odor at all.

She has the temperament of a Korean female chaebol.

Perhaps it was because he didn't go to bed after sending messages to Cao Bin. He looked a little haggard even with light makeup.

Just seeing Cao Bin made her spirit brighten, and her whole body seemed to be glowing with the joy that came from the bottom of her heart.

"You don't want your eyes?"

"Don't you just show your good looks to others? I don't do anything, just look at you. We are already so familiar with you. Mr. Song, don't be too stingy."

Danfeng pierced Cao Bin's eyes fiercely. Unexpectedly, this guy was not afraid at all and kept looking at his outfit.

From head to toe, it's like admiring a piece of art.

"Still watching! Let's go quickly, there's a scoundrel boarding the plane!"

Song Qingcheng secretly rejoiced. Before, she was worried that he would find it rude if she didn't wash her hair.

Now it seems that I have thought too much, straight man, and can't see anything except three points.

"I didn't sleep last night. I'll take a nap and call me when you get off the plane."

Sure enough, I didn't have any rest last night.

After boarding the plane and taking a seat, Song Qingcheng casually told her, put on her eye mask and started to catch up on her sleep.

By the time it took off, he had fallen asleep leaning on the pillow on Cao Bin's shoulder.

He raised his hand to explore the air vents of the air conditioner.

It's fine for ordinary people, but it might be a little low for sleeping people.

Cao Bin stretched out his hand: "Excuse me, can you give me a blanket? (Can you give me a blanket?)"

"Okay sir, please wait moment. (Okay sir, come right away.)"

The stewardess acted quickly and politely gave Cao Bin a blanket.

And because of Cao Bin's handsome face, I even took a second look at him.

Cao Bin carefully covered Song Qingcheng next to him with a blanket.

"Thank you~" Song Qingcheng murmured like a dream, her cold voice was rare and soft.

Cao Bin was amused, and whispered in her ear: "I didn't expect that Mr. Song sleeps so lightly. Is he worried that I will take advantage of him if he sleeps too much?"

"roll!"

With her pink neck slightly red, Song Qingcheng turned over.

He moved his head away from Cao Bin's arm and moved it to the window.

not far away.

After returning to the cabin, the stewardess secretly discussed this handsome guy with a standard British accent with her colleagues, her eyes filled with peach blossoms.

The curtains were not closed tightly and the voice was not quiet. Cao Bin saw and listened and sneered again and again.

He has always been aware of Cathay's urinal nature. He just spoke in a standard British accent to avoid trouble.

I'm afraid it's impossible.

He just didn't bother to argue with these scum who couldn't stand up after kneeling. Any more words would be a waste of life.

A medium-distance flight from Jiangbei Lianhe to Xiangdao takes about two and a half hours.

Cao Bin originally planned to take a nap like Song Qingcheng, but he didn't expect that the economy class was quite lively.

The main reason is that the flight attendants are careless.

There are obvious double standards in the attitude towards domestic and foreign passengers.

For example, some domestic passengers said they wanted to drink milk, but they said they didn't have it because they were too lazy to make a trip.

On the other hand, foreign golden retrievers are so eager to lick them.

A mainland passenger wanted to drink some porridge. The flight attendant who had served Cao Bin before deliberately spoke in a weird and bad Mandarin and didn't know what "porridge" meant, so she asked the passenger to translate it in English.

The most outrageous thing is that an old man also wanted to ask for a blanket for his dozing wife, but because his English about blanket was not standard, he was ridiculed by a bunch of stewardesses, saying "if you can not speak blanket, you can not have it." in English, you can't get the blanket.)'.

The old man turned red and finally said no, then took off his coat and put it on his wife.

All kinds of things passed before his eyes, and Cao Bin's eyes became colder.

He sighed softly and closed his eyes to catch up on his sleep.

"Sir, are you from Japan?"

As soon as he closed his eyes, Cao Bin frowned at the familiar English smell of curry.

When she opened her eyes, the stewardess who had brought her a blanket before was looking at him with a smile on her face.

Cao Bin frowned and said nothing.

"No? Are they from the Kimchi country?"

Cao Bin still didn't speak.

"Isn't that true? I see that your English has a strong British gentleman style. You must be a mixed-race British noble, right?"

She handed Cao Bin a glass of orange juice more diligently, and deliberately knelt down to serve him. She whispered softly: "Sir, you are so handsome~"

Only then did Cao Bin find a small note under the cup with her contact information and a sentence: Looking forward to our next date with you.

When he got up, he didn't forget to wink at Cao Bin.

"stop!"

Cao Bin suddenly said loudly.

The stewardess turned back and looked at Cao Bin in surprise.

Not a noble but a man of the country?

She was very disappointed.

What a pity for this good skin.

This was enough to make me stop. The flight attendants and many awake domestic and foreign passengers around me looked over.

Cao Bin's eyes were as sharp as knives. He looked at the stewardess coldly and pronounced the words in Mandarin in a clear and powerful tone:

"Listen up, I'm neither a footbath chicken nor a pickle stick, and I have nothing to do with a golden retriever!"

"i'mchinese! I'm your biological father!"