Chapter 134 - Beautiful Flight Attendant
The next morning.
Wu Yifan and Song Mingjie boarded the plane bound for Hong Kong. He had originally planned to just get an ordinary ticket, but who knew that Song Mingjie, this chubby guy, insisted on showing off and had already reserved two first-class tickets in advance, allowing him to indulge in a bit of luxury and enjoy the life of a nobleman.
Wu Yifan didn't know if he had ever been to Hong Kong before. Anyway, since he had left that city that had left such wonderful memories for him after coming to Bei Tian City, this was the first time he was leaving that place and going to another unfamiliar memory.
Because last night after having dinner with Ye Xixuan, they went to Wushan together and had passionate lovemaking until around three o'clock in the morning, so he was a bit listless. As soon as he got on the plane, he closed his eyes and prepared to have a good rest.
"Sir, do you need a drink?" a clear and pleasant voice came, disturbing his peaceful dream.
Wu Yifan opened his eyes and looked up, seeing a young girl in her twenties pushing a cart of drinks, looking at him charmingly. She was wearing a flight attendant uniform, with a beautiful and dignified appearance, big eyes like a clear lake, giving off a fresh and natural beauty.
"Give me a can of beer!" originally, Wu Yifan was annoyed by the disturbance of his peaceful dream by the other person, but when he saw the sweet smile on the other person's face, all his dissatisfaction vanished.
"Sure, sir!" the flight attendant took a can of beer from the cart and handed it to him.
Wu Yifan was about to help Song Mingjie, this chubby guy, to also get a can of beer, but just as he turned his head, he saw the other person's small eyes flashing with lustful light, constantly looking at the flight attendant in front of him, saliva dripping down in a continuous stream, a standard example of a lecherous person. He couldn't help but say, "What are you doing? Don't let the saliva drip onto my clothes!"
"Beautiful lady, do you have time later? We can meet somewhere to communicate our feelings!" Song Mingjie quickly wiped the saliva on his mouth and said very gentlemanly.
"Sir, I'm working, sorry!" the flight attendant said sweetly.
"Nothing, you can go to Hong Kong too. Gulp... " Song Mingjie wanted to continue speaking, but was immediately blocked by Wu Yifan's can of beer, preventing him from continuing to speak.
Wu Yifan lazily said, "I say Xiao Song, we are going to Hong Kong for something, can you act less lecherous? And since you are so close to me, I even suspect you are a standard Ba Ba Shan!" He also asked the flight attendant for another can of beer, opened it, and took a big gulp.
"Damn it, Brother Wu, how could I be Ba Ba Shan?" Song Mingjie also noticed that many passengers around were paying attention to this, and some were embarrassedly touched their waists, sheepishly smiling and saying, "I don't have that kind of hobby!"
Mu Luolu saw Song Mingjie's defeated look and couldn't help but chuckle twice. She was somewhat confident in her own appearance, so for the flattery from some male passengers, she had become accustomed to it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. However, this handsome and young man didn't even look at her, making her feel particularly curious. But she also knew that she couldn't stay by his side all the time, so she looked at Wu Yifan again and pushed the cart inside.
Song Mingjie, however, was an restless person. His small eyes were tightly staring at Mu Luolu's round buttocks, swallowing saliva, and repeatedly saying, "Brother Wu, damn it, that flight attendant's face and figure are really first-class. She's truly worthy of being on a flight to Hong Kong. The quality of the flight attendant is high. If something could happen, this life would be worth it. But why didn't she ask me what I wanted to drink? Does this girl have a crush on Brother Wu?" Wu Yifan saw Mululu's sweet voice and beautiful appearance, and his mind was somewhat distracted. However, he thought that his relationship with men in Beitian City was already quite complicated, and it was not the time to be picky about women. Moreover, he was just a passenger on this flight, and there would be no chance to meet her again in the future. So, he didn't show any reaction.
"Is it possible for us to take the first flight together?" Wu Yifan asked in reply.
"Uh, it's really impossible, right? Do you really think that you are so handsome and charming, with a handsome appearance, that countless beautiful women would be attracted to you and lose control of their emotions?" Song Mingjie said with a puzzled look.
Wu Yifan rolled his eyes and had an urge to throw this chubby guy out of the cabin.
I know you are very lustful, and I know that you can't leave women at night, but you don't have to show it so obviously? Let the passengers around think that you and they are two sexual deviants.
Song Mingjie thought hard but couldn't come up with a solution. Finally, he simply fixed his gaze on the flight attendants walking back and forth in the corridor, hoping to catch a beautiful flight attendant and have some fun with her. Unfortunately, no one threw him out, making him feel extremely depressed and muttering in a low voice: "Are these girls all high-quality? Hard to seduce? But I have five or six million in my hand, and I can't catch any high-quality girl? It must be a problem with their judgment."
He often watched the flight attendants in those island country AVs having sex on the plane, so he also wanted to try and experience what it was like.
"Ouch!"
"Bang!"
Just then, a girl's clear and painful cry was heard from afar, accompanied by the sound of something falling to the ground, which aroused the attention of Wu Yifan and Song Mingjie. They both turned their heads to look.
Unexpectedly, it was Mululu who caused the trouble.
It turned out that there were two Korean men in the first-class cabin, dressed in suits and looking very arrogant and powerful. They were sitting there loudly boasting about something, one saying that Yang Yuhuan was Korean, another saying that Genghis Khan was the illegitimate son of a Korean, and yet another saying that the Great Wall of China was built by Koreans, etc. Many passengers around were frowning. But they had no sense of self-awareness. Instead, they began to criticize many things about China. One said that Chinese people were an inferior race, another said that China didn't have as much money as Korea, and yet another said that Chinese people were greedy for money. In short, they accused China of being completely worthless. While they seemed to think that their own country was the greatest and most powerful nation in the world. Just at this moment, another Korean guy just ordered a glass of juice, and when Mululu handed over a glass of juice, the Korean guy near the corridor was waving his hands loudly and shouting something, sweeping the glass of juice directly onto the ground, causing chaos.
"You, you Chinese woman, do you know about public morality? How could you spill the juice on me?" The Korean guy seemed like a toad, jumping and shouting. In fact, the juice didn't even spill on him. To show his arrogance and coolness, he deliberately made trouble here.
Mululu was almost crying with anxiety, arguing: "It's you, it's you..."
"You are just a flight attendant. How dare you say I'm wrong? I say it's you who is wrong, it's your fault!" The Korean guy shouted in a loud voice, as if he had torn the sky open.
The other flight attendants saw that the situation was bad and all came forward, hoping to resolve this incident. But to their surprise, the Korean guy not only had no intention of handling the matter but also wanted to make it worse, hoping to alarm the entire China. Mulu Lu didn't expect that things would change like this. She choked up and said, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me..."
"Damn it! That crazy Korean guy actually came to our Chinese land and ran wild in the sky. You, Mr. Song Mingjie, really teach him a lesson!" Song Mingjie detested Koreans and Japanese people the most. Now seeing these two Korean guys so arrogant, even more arrogant than himself, how could he swallow this anger? He simply unfastened his seat belt and took a few steps towards the two Korean guys.
"Who are you? What does this have to do with you?" The Korean guy saw Song Mingjie's fierce expression and his thick body. With just a few steps, he could make the entire plane tremble twice. Clearly, he was a heavyweight. He was a little lacking in confidence.
"I'm your boss!" Song Mingjie raised his hands and slapped him across the face.
"Ouch! You, you... You Chinese people don't have morality. You actually started hitting someone. It's so evil. I'm going to report you. I'm going to... Ah..." The Korean guy was so confused by Song Mingjie's two slaps that he couldn't tell north from south. He turned around four or five times and almost fell to the ground. His cheeks on both sides were swollen high up, just like Pigsy. His mouth was also spitting out two teeth with blood, forming a parabola in the air and gently landing on the ground, bouncing slightly.
"Report? You report? I'm going to kick you too, son of a bitch. I hate you Koreans the most!" Song Mingjie stared with his small eyes, lifted his right foot, and kicked directly at him.
The flight attendants almost went crazy. Although this chubby guy had a heroic spirit of bravery, it was very admirable. But the other guy didn't say a word and beat the Korean guy into this state. Maybe the situation would really get out of hand.
Who knew that the other Korean guy beside the Korean guy had a glint of coldness in his eyes. His right hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the foot that Song Mingjie kicked over. Then he swung it up, and Song Mingjie immediately lost his balance and stumbled backward. "Plop!" He fell onto the ground with a thud.
"Ouch! This Korean guy actually has some skills. I, I'll fight you. Come on, someone, prepare two bricks for me. I'm going to kick him with another brick to break martial arts!" Song Mingjie rubbed his almost split bottom and angrily shouted.
The Korean guy showed a slight disdainful smile on his face: "You're not my opponent!"
"Damn it! It's not your damn big-headed guy. I'm going to beat you to death with one brick today!" Song Mingjie shouted angrily.
Everyone around was stunned for a moment. This was a plane, not the ground! Where were the bricks and other lethal weapons? You might as well just get a machine gun.
The Korean guy, however, said with a smug expression: "Your Chinese martial arts are just like this. Apart from copying our Korean essence, what else do you have to be proud of? Five thousand years of civilization, it's just copied!"
"I'll kick you to death!" Song Mingjie shouted, raised his right foot, and kicked hard at the other guy's lower abdomen.
Who knew that Wu Yifan had already come up to him and stopped him, saying: "Little Song, you're not his opponent!"
"Damn it, Brother Wu, it's not that I'm not his opponent. It's because I've had diarrhea these days and my body is constantly feeling weak. That's why I was attacked by this guy. When I rest for two days, I promise to beat you to pieces!" Song Mingjie wasn't an idiot. He naturally knew that the Korean guy did have some martial arts skills. But he still found a little excuse for himself.
Why didn't you feel weak when you were kicking the other Korean guy?