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Chapter 134: Pretty Stewardess

The next morning.

Wu Yifan and Song Mingjie got on the plane to Hong Kong. He was originally planning to get a regular ticket, but Song Mingjie, a fat guy, wanted to show off and booked two first-class tickets in advance.

He also had a little luxury and enjoyed the life of an aristocrat.

Wu Yifan didn't know if he had ever been to Hong Kong before. Anyway, since he came to Beitian City, this was the first time he left the city that left him good memories and went to another unfamiliar memory.

Since he and Ye Xiwen had dinner last night, they went to Wushan together and had a romantic relationship. They didn't fall asleep hugging each other until about three o'clock in the morning, so they were a little depressed. As soon as he got on the plane, he closed his eyes and prepared.

Take a good rest.

"Sir, would you like a drink?" A clear and sweet voice came, disturbing his dream.

Wu Yifan opened his eyes, raised his head, and saw a young girl in her twenties pushing a cart of drinks and looking at him playfully. She was wearing a stewardess uniform, with a beautiful and dignified appearance, and her eyes were as big as a pool.

The clear lake water gives people a fresh and natural beauty.

"Bring me a can of beer!" Wu Yifan was originally dissatisfied with the other party for disturbing his clear dreams, but after seeing the other party's sweet smile, any dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared.

"Okay, sir!" The stewardess took a can of beer from the car and handed it to him with both hands.

Wu Yifan was about to ask for a can of beer for Song Mingjie, the little fat guy. Who knows, he just turned his head and saw the other person's small eyes flashing lustfully. He couldn't help but look at the stewardess in front of him, and his mouth was watering. He looked like a standard man.

He looked like a pervert. He couldn't help but said: "What are you doing? Don't drool on my clothes!"

"Beauty, are you free soon? We can find a place to keep in touch!" Song Mingjie quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said very gentlemanly.

"Sir, I'm at work, sorry!" the stewardess said sweetly.

"It's okay, you can go to Hong Kong, cough..." Song Mingjie wanted to continue talking, but Wu Yifan blocked his mouth with a can of beer, making him unable to continue.

Wu Yifan said lazily: "Xiao Song, we have something to do when we go to Hong Kong. Can you not act so perverted? And you are so close to me, I even suspect that you are a standard back-to-back mountain!"

He asked the stewardess for another can of Qianli, opened it, and took a sip.

"Damn it, Angkor, how could I be carrying a mountain on my back?" Song Mingjie also noticed that many passengers around him noticed this place, and touched it with some embarrassment, and said with a smile, "I don't have that hobby!"

When Mululu saw Song Mingjie's deflated look, she couldn't help but smile. She still had some confidence in her appearance, so she was used to the sweet words of some male passengers and didn't feel uncomfortable.

Something was wrong, but the handsome, young man in front of her didn't look at her, which made her feel extra curious. But she also knew that she couldn't stay next to him all the time, so she could only look at her again.

Wu Yifan took one look and pushed the car inside.

Song Mingjie was a restless master. He stared at Mululu's round butt with a pair of sneaky little eyes. He swallowed hard and said repeatedly: "Brother Ang, holy shit, that stewardess has a really good face and figure."

Great, it is indeed a passenger plane to Hong Kong. The quality of the flight attendants is high. If I can give birth to something, this life will be worth it. But why didn’t she take the initiative to ask me what to drink? Could it be that this girl has a crush on you, Angkor?"

When Wu Yifan saw Mululu's sweet voice and beautiful appearance, he was a little distraught, but thinking that his relationship between men and women in Beitian City had reached a very complicated level, it was really not the time to flirt, not to mention that he was just a

The passenger on this plane had no chance to meet in the future, so he didn't say anything.

"It's our first time to fly, do you think it's possible?" Wu Yifan asked back.

"This is really impossible, isn't it? Angkor, are you really so handsome and graceful that you can make countless beauties feel aroused and find it difficult to control themselves after seeing you?" Song Mingjie said with a suspicious look on his face.

Wu Yifan rolled his eyes and had the urge to throw the little fat man out of the cabin.

I know you are very lustful, and I also know that you can't leave women every night, but you don't have to show it so obviously? Let the passengers around you think that you and he are two nymphomaniacs.

Song Mingjie thought about it, but couldn't think of a solution. Finally, he simply turned his attention to the stewardesses walking back and forth in the corridor, hoping to use his identity and money to lure a beautiful stewardess for fun, but unfortunately there was no one.

Dumping him made him feel depressed for a while, and kept muttering in a low voice: "Are these chicks all high-end goods? They are not easy to pick up? But I have five or six million in my hand, what kind of high-end chicks can't be caught?"

There must be something wrong with their vision." He often saw flight attendants from island countries having sex with men on the plane, so he also wanted to try what it felt like.

"Ouch!"

"Snapped!"

At this time, they heard the clear sound of pain from a girl in the distance, accompanied by the sound of something falling to the ground, which aroused Wu Yifan and Song Mingjie's thoughts, and they both looked sideways.

Unexpectedly, it was Mululu who caused the trouble.

It turned out that there were two Korean men in their twenties sitting in the first class cabin, wearing suits and leather shoes. They looked very arrogant and awesome. They were sitting there bragging loudly. One moment they said that Yang Yuhuan was Korean, and the next moment they said something.

He said that Genghis Khan was the posthumous son of the Koreans, and then said that the Great Wall was actually built by the Koreans, etc., which caused many passengers nearby to frown. However, they did not have any consciousness, and later began to blame China.

Many, many people are not. Some say that the Chinese are an inferior nation, some say that China is not as rich as Korea and the other, and some say that the Chinese are greedy for money, etc. In any case, it is useless to accuse China, while they, Korea, seem to be the world's richest people.

Like the greatest and most awesome country in the world. At this moment, another Korean stick just asked for a glass of juice, and when Mululu took out a glass of juice and handed it over, the Korean stick near the corridor was waving his hands.

He shouted something loudly and swept the glass of juice directly to the ground, causing chaos.

"You, a Chinese woman, do you know about public ethics? How could you spill juice on me?" The Korean stick jumped up and down like a toad. In fact, the juice was not spilled on him at all just now.

On his body, and in order to show his arrogance and style, he deliberately made trouble here.

Mululu was so anxious that she almost cried and argued: "It's you, it's you..."

"You're just a flight attendant, why should you say I'm wrong? If I say it's your fault, it's your fault!" The Korean stickman shouted at the top of his lungs, as if he was tearing a hole in the sky.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several other stewardesses stepped forward one after another, hoping to resolve the situation. Who knew that the Korean stickman not only had no intention of dealing with the matter, but also wanted to make the situation worse, preferably by alarming the whole of China.

Mululu didn't expect that things would change like this, and she choked angrily: "It's not me, it's not me..."

"Damn it, that bird man actually came to our Chinese land, ahem, and ran wild in the sky. Your uncle Song Mingjie will fix you up!" The people Song Mingjie hates the most are Koreans and islanders, and now he sees these two Koreans.

Bangzi was so arrogant, even more arrogant than himself, how could he swallow this breath? He simply unbuckled his seat belt and rushed towards the two Korean Bangzi in a few steps.

"Who are you? What does this have to do with you?" That Korean stickman saw Song Mingjie's fierce look on his face, his fat body, and his two steps could make the entire plane tremble. He was obviously a heavyweight.

, a bit lacking in confidence.

"I am your uncle!" Song Mingjie raised his hands and slapped him across the face.

"Oh, you, you, you Chinese people are not moral, and you actually beat people. It's so abominable. I want to report you. I want... ah..." The Korean stickman was slapped by Song Mingjie, and he couldn't tell the difference between the east, west, and north.

After clearing it, he spun around four or five times and almost fell to the ground. His left and right cheeks were even more swollen, no different from Zhu Bajie, and two bloodshot teeth spurted out of his mouth.

A parabola formed in mid-air and fell gently to the ground, bouncing twice.

"Report? Are you reporting it? I'm kicking you, ***, what I hate the most is you Korean gangsters!" Song Mingjie stared at his little eyes, raised his right foot, and kicked him directly.

Those flight attendants were almost going crazy. Although this little fat guy had a courageous attitude that was very admirable, the other party beat the Korean like this without saying a word. I'm afraid things were really going to get serious.

Who would have thought that the eyes of another Korean next to the Korean stickman flashed with a cold light, and he stretched out his right hand suddenly, catching Song Mingjie's kick, and then raised it. Song Mingjie suddenly became unsteady and stumbled towards

After retreating, there was a "Plop!" and he sat down on the ground.

"Ouch, this Korean stick actually has some kung fu. I, I will fight with you. Come here, prepare two bricks for me. I want to use another brick to break the martial arts!" Song Mingjie rubbed himself and almost broke into eight pieces.

Buttocks, shouted angrily.

A disdainful smile appeared on the Korean's face: "You are no match for me!"

"Damn it, if you weren't a big-headed mother, I would have to beat you to death with a brick today!" Song Mingjie said angrily.

Everyone around was sweating wildly. This is on top of a passenger plane. Do you think it is on the ground? Are there any destructive weapons such as bricks? You might as well just find a machine gun.

But the Korean said with a proud face: "You Chinese people's kung fu is nothing more than this. Apart from plagiarizing the essence of our Korea, what else do you have to be proud of? Five thousand years of civilization are just plagiarism!"

"I'll kick you to death!" Song Mingjie cursed, raised his right foot, and kicked the opponent's lower abdomen hard.

Who knew that Wu Yifan had already walked up to him, stopped him, and said: "Xiao Song, you are no match for him!"

"Damn it, Angkor, it's not that I'm no match for him, it's just that I've had diarrhea these past few days and my body has been weak for a while, so I was attacked by this kid. After I rest for two days, I'm sure to beat him to the point where his teeth are all over the floor!"

Song Mingjie was not an idiot. He naturally knew that the Korean had some skills, but he still made some excuses for himself.

The people around me were sweating profusely.

Why didn't you feel weak when you hit another Korean? dd


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