When I sat in the business class seat, I silently looked at Zong Bao who was sitting next to me. I wanted to comfort him but I didn’t know what to say. It felt like Hao ordered a KFC meal.
I took the whole family to a bucket, but what I ended up eating was common people's spicy hotpot that cost ten yuan a portion, and I forced others to give me spicy hotpot. Although I could still fill my stomach, my mood was definitely different.
Because of Zhuo Jing, my VIP service is gone.
Still because of Zhuo Jing, my first class cabin was downgraded to business class...
If he is such a vindictive ex-boyfriend, I'll take it easy.
In fact, I was filled with indignation before boarding the plane. Why should I downgrade? I didn’t owe him anything, and the plane didn’t belong to them. But with this thought in my mind, I acted honestly and downgraded my cabin.
Business, more than five hours away, if I don’t downgrade my cabin and get enough insurance, what will happen if I go head-to-head with Zhuo Jing? He won’t let me feel comfortable. I don’t know what he does to others. Anyway, here, in my heart
It is clear that Zhuo Jing is definitely a person who is determined to retaliate against others.
Forget it, I can't afford to offend him and I can afford to hide. Moreover, when I see him, I feel short. What I said to him a year ago is still in my ears. He is eaten to death. I'm sorry for hurting him.
, and the most terrifying thing is that I saw that he can easily lose control. If two people who are not calm get together, the consequences can be imagined. Therefore, although I think this money saving is somewhat unnecessary, and
I was determined to downgrade the cabin and whether I could save money on it is open to question, but I think my decision was right.
"Zong Bao, I will definitely have many opportunities to take you back to first class in the future."
I still feel very sorry for Zong Bao. It can be said that in the past two years, he has not enjoyed it at all while following him up the mountains and down the country, taking trains and flying around. I have done a good job for others, and people take my credit for it. Very few people
I will remember the silent Zong Bao behind me. Although I often quarreled with him and was often insulted by him, I have nothing to say, but I have to admit that Zong Bao is the person who has helped me the most over the years. He is the real behind-the-scenes person.
hero.
Perhaps because we have been together for a long time, Zongbao talks more when we are alone, and he even occasionally gets into trouble with me. I am really lucky to have him who shares the same rhythm.
The two masters can retreat and advance, be calm and playful. Although I appear careless on the surface, I am always afraid that I will treat Zong Bao badly. After all, it is really not easy for him to follow me without any intention.
"Little things."
At this time, Zong Bao returned to his usual style and habits, leaning his head back slightly: "I knew you were going to give up when I saw Zhuo Jing, it was expected."
She was feeling a little guilty in her heart, but Zong Bao's words made her immediately fall out: "You're the one who got scared. Why did I get scared?"
Zong Bao glanced at me lazily: "Do you dare to say that you are not a coward?"
I said 'cut', but I didn't dare to look at him. I hugged my arms and said, "I don't want to have any conflict with him. You know what I call politeness. Besides, it's normal to apologize for bumping into someone."
Yes, I didn’t feel that I was cowardly in any of my words.”
"You don't need to speak, I can clearly see every cell reaction in your body."
"Hey, you..." I rolled my eyes at him: "Okay, I'm afraid. Are you satisfied?"
Zong Bao slowly closed his eyes: "What does it have to do with me?"
Hi! This guy, I glanced at Zong Bao angrily, then put my head on the headrest of the seat, closed my eyes, and went to sleep!!
"Jiaolong."
"Um?"
"If Cheng Baize knew you were coming to Hong Kong, would he come to see you? Didn't he call and not let you come?"
I slowly opened my eyes and moved to a comfortable position: "No, he doesn't know that I came to Hong Kong."
Before I left, I specially put on a new pair of shoes. I left my old shoes under the sofa at home along with a piece of red paper with my name and birthday on it. I knew what he meant by staring at me.
, so if he wants to see if I have gone far at home, he will definitely not be able to tell. I don’t want him to worry, but at the same time, he can’t change my decision. Maybe everyone has different purposes and meanings of becoming an Onmyoji.
, but from the day I entered the industry, I have been walking on the path of 'seeking death'.
As long as it arouses my nerves, it's like an irresistible professional temptation. I have to go and see it, and everyone is competitive. The more complicated what Sister Gui said, what about Japan and Vietnam?
Even Onmyoji can't solve it, so I hope I can do it. Maybe this is also a kind of pressure I put on myself invisibly. I want to be stronger and stronger. I know that feeling is caused by the male hormone in my body.
So, when I encounter something like this, I have an instinctive desire to conquer.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons why my grandma said when I was a child that I would be Mr. Big.
"That's a pity. I really hope Cheng Baize can come."
"Why?" I was a little confused and looked at Zong Bao: "Did you listen to what Old Xian'er said? Can he help me?"
Zong Bao suddenly raised the corner of his mouth gently, opened his eyes and looked at me: "No, you three can fight the landlord."
My face turned green and I stared at him, "Liu Zong Bao."
Zong Bao smiled, not caring at all about my gnashing of teeth: "Actually, Zhuo Jing saw you when we got on the plane. Tell me, will he investigate what you did in Hong Kong, and then you two..."
"He's not that boring." I interrupted Zong Bao: "Besides, I tried my best to avoid him when I got on the plane. There's no way he could see me."
Zong Bao looked at me with a contented face: "You are such a tall person..."
"Who is big? Liu Zongbao, I'm warning you, if you use Zhuo Jing's words to irritate me again, I will really fall out with you. I'm 1.76 meters tall and only weigh over 120 pounds. With such a standard figure, am I big?
"
Zong Bao shook his head helplessly: "You see, you were distracted by Zhuo Jing's words, and you were intimidated when I tried you, tut tut."
But I suddenly had nothing to say, yes, why do I care so much about this? I adjusted my sitting posture again, and after a while, I pretended to look at Zong Bao as if nothing had happened: "Well... my height...
Does he really look like the tall guy Zhuo Jing said he is?"
'puff!'
Zong Bao actually laughed and closed his eyes again: "Go to sleep, you are hopeless."
I curled my lips silently, pinched my belly, and secretly pinched the inside of my arms. There was no extra flesh. Is it my fault that I am tall?
But Zong Bao turned slightly beside me, rushed his face inside, and muttered: "I really can't stand it anymore."
I rolled my eyes at him, why are you peeking at me with your eyes closed? I just care about my figure occasionally, what's wrong with you!!?
Probably because he was really tired, Zong Bao's breathing became heavier after a while. This is normal. We all have to take a nap whenever we take a plane. After a while, I was too sleepy to open my eyes and couldn't see.
The benefits of going to Zhuojing are also reflected. At least I can sleep without any distractions. I took out my sunglasses and put them on my face. Not long after, I fell asleep. This is really not pretending to be cool. Although after leaving Anton
I'm not that well-known, but I've been woken up by someone's voice before, and besides, I know what kind of virtue I am when I sleep, so wearing a pair of eyes can at least be considered a cover-up and a blindfold.
The effect.
I don’t know how long it took, but I was woken up by the announcement in the cabin. It was in English. I vaguely heard something like hongkong, and then something in Chinese about the time and the outside temperature. The cabin was very dark at the time, so I reached out and touched Zong.
Bao, stretched out: "Get up, it's almost time."
When I raised my eyes, I realized something was wrong. I touched my face. It was wrong. Where were my glasses? I was still covered with a blanket. I remembered that I didn’t ask for a blanket before going to bed. What was going on?
Ah, this is it.
Zong Bao rubbed his eyes and looked at me. Seeing me looking under the seat, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you? Did something fall?"
I shook my head: "My glasses, my glasses are missing." I was so sleepy, I didn't even know.
Zong Bao stretched indifferently and said, "Your sunglasses seem to be growing on your face. You can't throw them away."
Just as he was talking, the flight attendant came over to remind everyone that the plane was about to land. When she passed by me, she leaned over and smiled, still holding my glasses in her hand: "I'm sorry, you were so asleep just now, so I helped you if your glasses fell off."
You put it away, you put it away, get ready, the plane is about to land."
I took the glasses and smiled: "Thank you. You can also cover me with this blanket. Thank you."
The flight attendant smiled slightly and nodded to me: "I wish you a pleasant journey."
I couldn't help but sigh, this service is really good. I looked at Zong Bao proudly and said, "Being handsome is also an advantage."
Zong Bao made a sound: "That's someone else's job."
I raised my eyebrows: "Then why don't I cover you with a blanket?"
Zong Bao was speechless, as if he was too lazy to talk to me and stopped talking.
I didn't see Zhuo Jing after getting off the plane. I knew he would leave through the VIP aisle. Zong Bao and I followed the flow of people and found Sister Gui who came to pick up the plane without any effort. She looked at
I was in my thirties, wearing a professional suit. She was slightly surprised when she saw me. She even said that I didn't expect her. I'm used to this kind of surprise. After all, I'm here at my age, and I don't have it.
I have shown it to some celebrity or entrepreneur, which means that my name is very unfamiliar in their circle. Her understanding of me is limited to Mr. Nan. I just heard her say words like "so pretty" and still feel...
It’s awkward, but when you follow the locals, it’s polite when people compliment me. I try my best to smile and respond in a non-condescending manner. Suddenly, I feel like I can’t lose my place in my hometown when I step into a foreign land. (To be continued)