Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

Yin Yanyan smiled, purely for entertainment: "Kang Shao is really knowledgeable, but I don't like red wine. ()"

She seemed to suddenly remember something: "How does Mr. Kuang know that my surname is Yin?"

Kuang Jingye waved the plane ticket: "Now the plane tickets are all real-name..."

He is the young boss of this airline. It is easy to check the name of the passenger on a certain seat.[

"Uh." Yin Yanyan stopped talking.

The stewardess brought the drinks they both wanted.

Yin Yanyan took a sip of ice water. She didn't want to talk to this handsome guy anymore, so she closed her eyes and rested.

Kuang Jingye glanced at her and saw that she really had no interest in talking, so she stopped talking.

Yin Yanyan was originally resting her mind, but maybe she was too tired, so she fell asleep in a daze.

She seemed a little cold in her sleep and couldn't help but curl up.

There seemed to be something on her body, covering her with a touch of body temperature.

Her head seemed to be leaning on something soft and yet hard, and her nose smelled of a nice light cologne fragrance...

Kuang Jingye watched in amusement as Yin Yanyan started to move her head little by little, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Then her head came over and nestled on his shoulder.

The long eyelashes cover the eyes and face, and the thin red lips are slightly pursed, looking fresh and charming.

There was something in his heart, and he looked at Yin Yanyan with deep eyes.

He seemed ruthless and passionate, as if he was thinking of something, and yet he seemed to be thinking of nothing. He took off his suit and put it on her body.

He leaned her head against him again to make her sleep more comfortable.

Yin Yanyan frowned her delicate eyebrows slightly and moved uneasily.

The red lips were slightly opened and closed, as if they were murmuring two words, but the words were blurred and he didn't hear them clearly.

"Well, what did you say?" Kuang Jing couldn't help but ask. He only heard a vague word 'death'.

Who is this girl cursing to death?

Kuang Jingye was a little funny. She stretched out her legs and took a sip of red wine. She glanced at it casually.[

Some of the passengers around were sleeping and some were talking.

Some are looking at him too.

The four new flight attendants did not dare to relax for a moment and walked back and forth in the cabin to meet the various requests of passengers.

Of course, they still had to peek at him secretly when they had time.

There is envy, admiration, fear, and obsession in the eyes...

He retracted his eyes, fell on Yin Yanyan's face again, looked around, and suddenly smiled gracefully.

He whispered: "Miss Yin, the Kuang Shao brand pillow is not something you can rely on casually. Well, you are lucky."

Stewardesses from almost all airlines admire him and regard him as their dream lover.

Every time he takes a plane, they try their best to dangle in front of him, hoping to get a favored glance from him.

He smiled slightly, raised his glass to the two beautiful stewardesses who were secretly looking at him, and curved the corners of his lips, looking lazy and charming.

The two stewardesses felt their hearts skipping a beat when they saw him.

He staggered for a moment, then hurriedly stood firm again, and continued to work, but peeked more frequently this way...

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