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He beckoned, and Park Ji-yeon saw him at the same time.

"Hooho."

She also smiled at Liu Han, then put on her dinosaur hat, and it seemed that she planned to rest early.

The two met by chance, and Liu Han didn't have any other ideas, but after sneakily handing over a Snickers, he turned his head in the eyes of the little girl's gratitude.

…

The flight time of more than ten hours is undoubtedly boring. First class is fine, but the relatively crowded three-row seats in economy class are not so comfortable.

Park Zhiyan is a person who sleeps very unsteadily, and every long-distance trip is a torment for her.

When the roar of the plane woke her up again, she sighed and took off her blindfold. At this moment, the time in Bangguo is close to two in the morning, and everyone on the plane has fallen asleep except for the flight attendant on duty.

She rubbed her already sore neck and waist, and snorted in pain. The pressure of air pressure made her not even in the mood to listen to music.

At this moment, she saw a ray of light coming through from the gap between the curtains blocking the first class and the economy class. The position was exactly in the direction of the man who kindly handed him the Snickers.

"He hasn't slept yet?"

Park Zhiyan was a little curious, looked at the direction of the flashing reading lights, and gently kicked the curtain with her foot.

The moment the curtain opened, she saw the man was reading a book that seemed to have just been bought, and there was a drink in his hand that glowed amber under the light of the reading light.

Liu Han's profile was matched with the soft light at the moment, and the glass against the colorful ice cubes, a warm and peaceful temperament rushed to Park Zhiyan's face.

She likes to take pictures subconsciously like taking this picture, but unfortunately, that picture was only revealed for a moment and then was blocked again by the curtain.

Park Zhiyan thought for a while, and suddenly took out a sticky note and an eyebrow pencil from her bag. She bit the eyebrow pencil to her lips and thought for a while, and then stumblingly wrote in English:

"WHY.ARE.YOU.NOT.SLEEP?" (Why don't you sleep)

Looking at it, I always felt that my sentence was a bit weird, and it seemed that a certain word was missing, but Park Zhiyan, who was in a hurry in English, didn't think there was anything to change after thinking about it for a long time. Half stood up and stretched out his hand again.

…

What Liu Han is reading is an English version of Mein Kampf, an autobiography written by Rudolf Hess, dictated by the head of state with countless ghosts and animals.

Although he has never been very cold about the head of state, Huanghuang Station B has already ruined the worst warmonger. So he also bought the book with a bit of curiosity.

While sneering and looking at the fanatical nationalist thoughts between the lines in his book with disdain, he kept looping in his mind the ghosts of the &lt$NOBODY&gt$ Führer version that had been popular in the past two years.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a finger touch his elbow, and when he looked back, he saw a green hand stretched out across the curtain, with a sticky note stuck between his fingertips.

The position of the watcher should have been handed over by the girl in the mask, so Liu Han curiously took the note paper, opened it, and showed a dumbfounded expression.

"Sister, you forgot a STILL..."

While complaining, he took out the tablet computer in his bag, found the translation software he downloaded last time, tapped the ghost painting symbols translated in English by himself, and wrote it stroke by stroke.

Chapter 372 My Friend

"He can speak Korean?"

Park Zhiyan took the man's post-it note and opened it to see that it was a line of crooked stick-guo fonts. But soon she became lost. Although there were some typos in that line, the general meaning was:

"I can't sleep for a while, why don't you sleep? I'm sorry I don't know Korean. If you want, you can sit down and let's use translation software to communicate."

Seeing this sentence, Park Zhiyan, who already had some backache, immediately forgot the fact that she was in the economy class, and after thinking for a while, walked into the first class with her bag.

When Liu Han saw that the girl was really coming, he smiled politely, and then lightly moved his legs to the seat next to the window.

…

Park Ji-yeon's movement immediately caught the attention of a US-based flight attendant sitting at the door of the plane, but she was used to the guests who like to take advantage of small things on such long-distance planes. They always thought that they could sneak in the first-class cabin in the dead of night. comfortable seat.

"Why do I sit in a hard and thin flight attendant seat and you can upgrade?"

With this thought in mind, the flight attendant instinctively stood up and walked to Liu Han's side, and said to 710 Park Zhiyan, who had just sat down, in polite words mixed with a bit of sarcasm:

"Miss, can you please go back to your seat? This is the first class cabin."

She is not afraid of being complained, because it is their duty to safeguard the rights of every first-class guest. This is written in the company's express rules.

Park Zhiyan was also stunned, and was a little embarrassed for a while. On the one hand, she really couldn't sleep and wanted to chat with someone. On the other hand, she was fortunate enough to sit in the first-class cabin of a multinational plane, and the soft and comfortable seats really gave people the greatest relaxation. Thinking that the flight attendant had already rested, she didn't even think about it and sat down, but she was arrested.

"Ah, I...I."

She felt embarrassed to have cancer.

And Liu Han also saw the embarrassment of Park Zhiyan.

To be honest, it was the first time for him to do such a thing, and he didn't think much about it at the time, but when the flight attendant finished saying this, he knew why the pot shouldn't be thrown on this little girl's head.

So he defended Park Zhiyan:

"Sorry, my friend's English is not very good. I asked her to sit down. Will it cause you any trouble?"

Liu Han's gentle gentleman's temperament and the appearance of a sunny and handsome man immediately took the lead. The flight attendant smiled at Liu Han after hearing this.

"Sir, it's too much trouble if you don't make a lot of noise. But this lady bought an economy class ticket, so it's not appropriate to sit in first class if it's not for physical discomfort or something."

Hearing the flight attendant's words, Liu Han nodded, then took a sip of the whisky glass that still contained a few unmelted ice cubes, and handed it to the flight attendant.

"Please help me add some, thank you."

The flight attendant took it instinctively, and then Liu Han gently stroked the back of the flight attendant's hand with his finger without a trace.

I saw the flight attendant shivered suddenly, and her eyes were immediately filled with fog.

Seeing this, Liu Han showed a smile, which in the eyes of the flight attendant was as warm and soft as a god.

"Can my friend sit here? We promise not to disturb anyone."

"But... yes, of course... no problem, if you can leave me your phone number... does this lady need something to drink?"

The flight attendant resisted the restlessness in her body, and after saying such a sentence with a ruddy face, she turned to Park Zhiyan in embarrassment and asked her.

"what??"

She only understood "MRS" and "DRINK". At the same time, she felt that this flight attendant was very strange. She changed her face so fast...

"We're the same, whiskey, three ice cubes. But as for the phone number... Miss, do you think you're married?"

Liu Han glanced at the wedding ring on her ring finger.

"It's okay. I...I just got divorced and haven't had time to take it off..."