Villain: Madam, Would You Like To Sleep With Me Tonight?

Eight in the morning.

North-South United International Airport.

Cao Bin and Song Qingcheng meet.

"I said Mr. Song, can't you be so economical? You didn't even let me take the economy class with you in the first class on a business trip?"

"If I knew you were so stingy, I might as well buy the ticket myself or just take my private jet."

"Yes yes yes! Knowing that you are rich and powerful, young master Cao, why don't you follow me and make you feel wronged?"

Song Qingcheng gave a big white eye.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this person is beautiful, but he is different, even when he is angry, he looks so good-looking."

"roll!"

The white eyes are even worse, but the heart is happy.

No woman doesn't like being praised, and Song Qingcheng is no exception.

She explained casually: "I'm in a hurry to buy a ticket. When I asked, the first-class cabin of Cathay Pacific's earliest flight was full, so I can only make it up to Young Master Cao and I to make do with the economy class."

"Knowing that Mr. Song is not that stingy person, I just said that casually, just as a joke, don't take it to heart."

"嘁~"

Song Qingcheng gave Cao Bin a look to let him understand.

Today she is wearing a black wrap-around skirt with tulle cuffs and cutouts.

The red-soled high-heeled shoes are not exaggerated, highlighting her plump and beautiful long legs just right.

Cross vertical buttons, deep V neckline, and long wine red hair is capable and graceful.

The clothes are carefully selected, but it should not have time to wash her hair, but it does not affect the beauty of her overall stunner.

It is close at hand and has no peculiar smell except for the natural fragrance.

Has the temperament of a Korean female chaebol.

Maybe it's because he didn't go to bed after sending the message with Cao Bin, the lying silkworm is a bit obvious, even with light makeup, he still looks a little haggard.

It's just that after meeting Cao Bin, her spirits were a little brighter, and the whole person seemed to be glowing with the joy from the bottom of her heart.

"You don't want your eyes?"

"Isn't good-looking just for people to see? I don't do anything, just take a look, we are so familiar, Mr. Song, don't be too stingy."

Danfeng's eyes gouged out Cao Bin's eyes fiercely, who would have thought that this guy was not afraid at all, and kept looking straight at his attire.

From head to toe, it's like admiring a work of art.

"Look! Hurry up, get on the plane, rogue!"

Song Qingcheng was secretly delighted. Before that, he was worried that he would find it impolite if he didn't wash his hair.

Now it seems that I think too much, Tie Zhinan, I can't see anything except three points.

"I didn't sleep all night last night. I'll take a moment to get off the plane and call me."

Sure enough, I didn't rest last night.

After boarding the plane, Song Qingcheng gave a casual reminder, put on the blindfold and began to catch up on sleep.

By the time of take-off, he had already unconsciously leaned on his side and fell asleep on Cao Bin's shoulder.

He raised his hand to check the air vent.

It's okay for ordinary people, but it might be a little low for people who are sleeping.

Cao Bin stretched out his hand: "Excuse me, Can you give me a blanket? (Can you give me a blanket?)"

"Okay sir, please wait a moment. (Okay sir, please wait a moment.)"

The stewardess acted quickly and politely gave Cao Bin a blanket.

And because of Cao Bin's handsome face, he secretly took a second look.

Cao Bin carefully covered Song Qingcheng with the blanket beside him.

"Thank you~" Song Qingcheng murmured like a dream, her cold voice was rare and gentle.

Cao Bin was amused, and whispered in her ear: "I didn't expect that Mr. Song sleeps so lightly. Is he worried that I will take advantage of him if he sleeps too much?"

"roll!"

With her pink neck slightly red, Song Qingcheng turned over.

He moved his head away from Cao Bin's arm and moved it to the window.

not far away.

After returning to the cabin, the stewardess secretly discussed this handsome guy with a standard British accent with her colleagues, her eyes filled with peach blossoms.

The curtains were not closed tightly and the voice was not quiet. Cao Bin saw and listened and sneered again and again.

He has always been aware of Cathay's urinal nature. He just spoke in a standard British accent to avoid trouble.

I'm afraid it's impossible.

He just didn't bother to argue with these scum who couldn't stand up after kneeling. Any more words would be a waste of life.

A medium-distance flight from Jiangbei Lianhe to Xiangdao takes about two and a half hours.

Cao Bin originally planned to take a nap like Song Qingcheng, but he didn't expect that the economy class was quite lively.

The main reason is that the flight attendants are careless.

There are obvious double standards in the attitude towards domestic and foreign passengers.

For example, some domestic passengers said they wanted to drink milk, but they said they didn't have it because they were too lazy to make a trip.

On the other hand, foreign golden retrievers are so eager to lick them.

A mainland passenger wanted to drink some porridge. The stewardess who had served Cao Bin before deliberately spoke in a weird and bad Mandarin and didn't know what "congee" meant, so she asked the passenger to translate it in English.

The most outrageous thing is that an old man wanted to get a blanket for his dozing wife, but because his English on the blanket was not standard, he was ridiculed by a bunch of stewardesses, saying, 'If you cannot speak blanket, you cannot have it. (If you can't say blanket in English, you can't get blanket.)'.

The old man turned red and finally said no, then took off his coat and put it on his wife.

All kinds of things passed before his eyes, and Cao Bin's eyes became colder.

He sighed softly and closed his eyes to catch up on his sleep.

"Sir, are you from Japan?"

As soon as he closed his eyes, Cao Bin frowned at the familiar English smell of curry.

When she opened her eyes, the stewardess who had brought her a blanket before was looking at him with a smile on her face.

Cao Bin frowned and said nothing.

"No? Are they from the Kimchi country?"

Cao Bin still didn't speak.

"Isn't that true? I see that your English has a strong British gentleman style. You must be a mixed-race British noble, right?"

She handed Cao Bin a glass of orange juice even more diligently, and deliberately knelt down to serve him. She whispered softly: "Sir, you are so handsome~"

Only then did Cao Bin find a small note under the cup with her contact information and a sentence: Looking forward to our next date with you.

When he got up, he didn't forget to wink at Cao Bin.

"stop!"

Cao Bin suddenly said loudly.

The stewardess turned back and looked at Cao Bin in surprise.

Not a noble but a man of the country?

She was very disappointed.

What a pity for this good skin.

This was enough to make me stop. The flight attendants and many awake domestic and foreign passengers around me looked over.

Cao Bin's eyes were as sharp as knives. He looked at the stewardess coldly and pronounced the words in Mandarin in a clear and powerful tone:

"Listen up, I'm neither a footbath chicken nor a pickle stick, and I have nothing to do with a golden retriever!"

"I'm Chinese! I'm your biological father!"