The flight attendant was stunned for a moment, then still smiled politely: "That's not what I meant, but I really don't have time."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Flying for a long time is a bit tiring. You can take a good rest during the layover."

The flight attendant shook his head: "No way, time is very tight."

Yang Jingxing admired: "Why are you always one step ahead of others?"

The flight attendant was so excited that he said, "Then I'll go to the front first. If you need anything, you can call me."

Yang Jingxing was a little frustrated: "Your defense is too high, I'll think about it first before speaking."

It must have been about two o'clock in the morning in the motherland, and the flight attendant came around again. After making eye contact, he smiled politely at Yang Jingxing.

Yang Jingxing sat up straight and lowered his voice to protest: "How come you know it again? I thought about it for so long."

The flight attendant kept smiling, passed by for two steps, then took a step back, a little curious: "I didn't say anything."

Yang Jingxing said: "I originally wanted to tell you that you are so beautiful, even if you don't smile, you will still look good, but you just can't do what I want."

The flight attendant had good professional qualities and kept smiling: "Thank you, please feel free to ask me if you need anything."

Yang Jingxing was annoyed: "I'll think about it better and we'll have a showdown next time! Come back later."

The flight attendant muffled a few chuckles, paused suddenly, and continued patrolling.

It was around four o'clock in the morning, motherland time. The flight attendant had been standing for a long time, so she leaned an elbow on Yang Jingxing's TV and spoke: "...the air is too dry. Generally, passengers on short distances may not feel it, but our skin is very bad."

Come on, it gets really bad after one or two years, so you can see that most flight attendants usually have very thick makeup.”

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I admire you so much."

The flight attendant said: "When you get to that point, you have to think of a way. I thought about it carefully. Instead of giving away the money, I might as well learn English well. I won't leave you here... I had some basics in studying before, and it wasn't particularly difficult."

Yang Jingxing was curious: "I believe you must have plans for the future."

The flight attendant said: "I'm going to work for another three to four years, five years at most, and change my career to have a lighter job."

Yang Jingxing said: "I will not fly with Lufthansa in five years."

The flight attendant laughed, then doubted: "I think you lied to me. It's definitely not the first time."

Yang Jingxing blamed: "You are not as smart as before. Why did you lie to me?"

Flight attendant scrutinizes: "Who knows...are you traveling or something?"

Yang Jingxing said: "On a business trip."

The stewardess became even more suspicious: "I don't think so."

Yang Jingxing nodded sincerely: "Really."

The flight attendant inquired: "Is this your secretary in cabin C?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "She is going to see a friend, and we are traveling together."

The flight attendant nodded: "It doesn't look like..."

The obviously older white flight attendant walked over lightly, looked at the whispering guests and colleagues, smiled at the guests and bent down, and said in English: "I hope my colleagues did not disturb your rest..."

Although the fellow flight attendant was not frightened, he straightened his posture immediately.

Yang Jingxing shook his head at the white woman: "She didn't disturb me. I need her to help me rest. I have a slight fear of flying. If no one talks to me, I will feel uncomfortable. I am very grateful to her."

The fellow man said to the white man: "Yes... sir, it is my pleasure."

Yang Jingxing added: "Now I think I can get some sleep, thank you."

The white man made a look of relief: "I wish you a sweet dream."

The compatriot also continued to speak to Yang Jingxing in English: "We will serve breakfast in about three hours. Do you need me to wake you up?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Of course."

This cunning foreigner turned out to be a young white woman who woke up Yang Jingxing during breakfast. There was a first-class meal, and the menu was designed by a world-famous chef. Both Gan Kaicheng and Yang Jingxing thought it was simply inedible. What if they had a first-class meal?

How good would it be to have piping hot soup dumplings.

It was a morning on the plane. Although it was definitely dark outside, the first-class elites read newspapers and magazines, worked on computers, and drank wine leisurely.

The young white female packed her things and asked Yang Jingxing: "Sir, do you still feel uncomfortable now?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "Not really."

The young white woman added: "If you need a conversation in Chinese to feel better, I think only Ying can help you, right?"

Yang Jingxing looked at the flight attendant and said, "I didn't see her, let her rest."
Chapter completed!