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"Hey, Uncouth Man, look over here, right here! Look how strange these clouds are... Look, they’re actually multicolored! Wow! If you look at them from below, they’re red... It’s like Fla Mountain! How can this be? Aren’t they supposed to always be white? Have you ever seen such a strange sight before?"
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"And over here... Look, wow, it’s so misty, just like the legendary Fairy Mirror... Is this the Fairy Mirror?"
This little airhead.
He just grinned and listened, letting her chatter on endlessly.
Finally, she chattered herself tired. Her mouth dry, she started drinking her beverage and eating fruit again. Her words were muffled as she said, "Hey, Uncouth Man, try this. It’s really delicious..."
"I don’t care for it."
"Co on, just a small piece."
Feeling rather resigned, he opened his mouth.
The poor flight attendant had been quietly observing them from the start. She wanted to see if there was anything unusual about this pair—if she noticed anything, she would imdiately report it to the captain. She had to stay vigilant, right?
But throughout the journey, these two seed surprisingly sweet together. This was especially true for the beauty. She had initially scolded Brother Tycoon loudly for taking advantage of her, but what happened later?
Damn it, she was constantly whispering into Brother Tycoon’s ear—muttering things that were inaudible.
How hateful.
It was a known fact that so shrewd won nowadays were even using first-class flights as an opportunity to hook up with wealthy n—like the famous Deng Wendi, who’d snagged an eighty-year-old tycoon with just a plane ticket.
This beauty, was she playing hard to get before?
Did she really need to smile so suggestively, so affectedly? Honestly.
What on earth was wrong with the world? Had she hooked up with Brother Tycoon so quickly??
This woman truly had no sha.
Seeing the flight attendant’s knowing smile, Wan Donglin almost burst out laughing internally. However, he deliberately kept a straight face and said, "Hey, missy, we’ve been talking for quite a while. I still don’t know your lovely na..."
Yan Xixi paused, startled. A quick glance confird that the flight attendant, while pretending to be nonchalant, clearly had her ears pricked up, listening intently. She was, wasn’t she?
She understood at once and imdiately feigned boundless coyness. "Sir, I feel as if we’re old friends... As for my na, it’s just a label, really... If you’d like, you can call by my... uh... call by my English na."
"My apologies, Miss. So you have an English na? What might it be?"
She gave a dazzling smile. "It’s quite common... Elizabeth..."
Elizabeth! Does she think she’s the Queen of England or sothing?
This ti, her voice was a little louder, enough for the flight attendant to hear clearly.
So they really did get together on the sly during the trip—
"And you, Sir? You look very much like a successful man."
He played along modestly. "Just average. I only run a few small businesses, that’s all."
"Sir, you must be too modest. What kind of businesses are they?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just futures, gold, oil, that sort of thing... Nothing worth ntioning."
"Those aren’t small businesses at all! Sir, you’re truly amazing. Could you leave a business card for ? It must be fate that we’re sitting together..."
"No problem, Miss. I’ll add your contact on a chat app when we deplane... Oh, by the way, I have a small manor in South Country. If you have the ti, you’re welco to visit..."
"Wonderful! That’s fantastic! I definitely have ti. This is so serendipitous..."
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