The only thought in her mind was, this man is so handso. She’s been working here for so long, and this is truly the first ti she’s seen anyone so good-looking.
Won always have these thoughts, wanting to show their best side when they see a handso guy. Instantly, she looked at him with what she thought was an affectionate gaze.
If it were a normal day, Lin Mubai would have simply ignored such a gaze, but he was feeling quite annoyed at the mont, even a sense of disgust rising in his heart.
The next mont, he slamd his palm harshly on the table, followed by a ruthless scolding, "Have you seen enough?"
"I..." Even though she’s just an airline ground staff, she’s not lacking in looks, along with staying up half the night, her face was already a bit pale. Now, being startled by Lin Mubai, her face turned even paler, with a pitiful deanor. If it were any average man, he’d probably be feeling heartache, but Young Master Lin was never one to show pity, tonight he seed like a demon straight out of hell, his face gloomy and frightening.
The staff’s trembling only increased Lin Mubai’s discontent, which also made him vent his dissatisfaction towards Zhan Qiyi: "A boss like that has employees like these."
"Sir, I’ll check your ticket right away."
The staff finally regained her thoughts, still pale-faced, yet her hands swiftly began to search on the computer in front of her.
Having worked at this position for so long, she naturally understood that those who can afford to sit in first class on international flights are of extraordinary status.
This job was arranged through nurous family connections. It’s the fastest way for her to find a wealthy husband, she couldn’t lose it just like that. Deep down, she was secretly disappointed. She thought she was attractive, yet why did this handso guy have no interest in her at all and scolded her loudly.
With these complicated feelings, she found the latest flight information: "Sir, the fastest flight to Paris departs in an hour, and there’s one first-class ticket left. Do you need it?"
"Yes." The cold voice responded, a passport tossed over.
Once he received the ticket he needed, Lin Mubai left without looking back, behind him was a pair of mournful eyes.
After passing the security checkpoint, Lin Mubai found the VIP waiting room. It was empty, and without pause, he walked in, found a corner to sit down and took out his phone, continuing to dial, not caring that it was still early in the morning.
Han Xiayang was once again disturbed in the early morning, hugging his blanket he sighed, "Damn Lin Mubai, next ti I sleep, I must turn my phone off."
Why didn’t he have to open his eyes to know the call was from Lin Mubai? Because within his circle of friends, no one else was as tactless, always disturbing his dreams at night.
He originally didn’t want to answer, but as the phone kept ringing tirelessly, Han Xiayang had no choice but to pick up. As soon as the call connected, his angry roar swiftly transmitted to the other side, "Damn bastard, disturbing dreams will bring no good."
The person on the other end showed no extra reaction to these words, simply continued to speak, "I’m flying to France in forty minutes, return date unknown. Your vacation tomorrow will have to wait until I get back."
PS: It’s four in the morning, Andy is still updating. So tired, gonna sleep, continue updating when I wake up.
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