Not long after, Jiang Zhihao and Zhu Meizhen were ready to board the plane. They were last in line, and when they got on the plane, everyone else was already seated.
Because the air tickets were so popular, Zhu Lengzhi was unable to book a first-class cabin. Fortunately, the seats on this large international passenger plane are quite spacious, at least much better than those on small planes.
When Jiang Zhihao came to his seat, he lowered his head and couldn't help but be stunned.
Next to his seat, a girl had already sat down. At this moment, the girl was looking down at the magazine provided on the plane.
"Go sit down, what are you doing?" Zhu Meizhen asked puzzledly.
Yan Jiani heard the sound, looked up at Jiang Zhihao, and then froze. Then, her face turned pale, and she subconsciously wanted to retreat, but how could she retreat now that she was sitting on the seat?
Her scared look reminded Jiang Zhihao of the first time he saw her.
At that time, Yan Jiani had just encountered a nightmare-like scene, and she was going crazy, but it was much more serious than now.
However, seeing her scared look, Jiang Zhihao instinctively felt pity in his heart.
Although he didn't know what Yan Jiani was afraid of, he tried his best to make his expression and tone as soft as possible: "Sorry, I'm sitting inside."
"Oh, okay..." Yan Jiani quickly leaned back as much as possible, but forgot to unbuckle her seat belt and stood up.
Jiang Zhihao didn't know whether to remind her or not, so he could only get in against the backrest of the front seat.
Zhu Meizhen's seat was at the back. Originally, she wanted to ask Yan Jiani if she could change her seat. At this time, the flight attendant had already closed the cabin door and reminded: "Every passenger, please sit in your seat, fasten your seat belt, and
Turn off your phone, the plane is about to take off."
The flight attendants also came over to check the seat belts of each passenger and reminded them not to move around again.
Zhu Meizhen had no choice but to delay takeoff due to personal matters, so she could only sit down first and wait until later.
After ensuring that everyone was seated securely, the airport and the tower were contacted, and the plane began to taxi onto the runway.
When the plane started to speed up, Yan Jiani was about to clench her fists when a gentle voice came from beside her: "Actually, the crash rate of planes is very low. Some accidents happen purely by coincidence. When you are scared, take a milk
Sugar can effectively alleviate fear."
Yan Jiani turned her head in shock and saw Jiang Zhihao's gentle and watery face.
She was not afraid of heights or airsick. All her fear came only from her mother's death.
Her mother died in a plane crash in her third year of junior high school. From that year on, Yan Jiani had an unspeakable psychological shadow about flying.
Until later, when she met Jiang Zhihao and flew with her for the first time, Jiang Zhihao used toffee and thoughtfulness to ease her fear, and then through tenderness again and again, the psychological shadow gradually faded away.
No one in the world understood what Yan Jiani was afraid of better than Jiang Zhihao, but to Yan Jiani, what the man in front of her said seemed so incredible.
Why did he tell himself that the plane crash rate was very low? Was it a coincidence? Or did he know something?
Although her guard against Jiang Zhihao was slightly lowered, Yan Jiani still shook her head and said, "No, thank you."
At this time, the plane had begun to accelerate, and Yan Jiani's palms began to tighten.