Sister Xue, who would return to the US with Yin Changtao a few days later, didn't tell Qin Guan about it. She had applied for an American Express Platinum credit card to save money. When one's flight mileage reached the required limit, they would get two first-class tickets for free.
What was more cost-effective was that the tickets could be used at any time.
Qin Guan, who had no idea what was going on, was touched. He was ready to enjoy the high-end travel service.
In the past, Qin Guan had been a firm believer in economy and convenience.
No wonder that old man, Barris, kept saying that there were too many similarities between the Chinese and the Jews.
This was the first time he had sat in a first-class seat, even though he had always flown business class.
There were spacious airline seats, a double bed that could lie down, and a dark brown folding desk. Everything in the room was simple and gorgeous.
There were eight first-class passengers in total. A man and a woman were leading the way for Qin Guan. Qin Guan, who had seen many storms in his life, was a little surprised.
Qin Guan sat down according to his seat number. The attendant opened a small cupboard in front of him and told him to put his backpack inside.
When Qin Guan was ready, she bowed and left.
In less than a minute, the flight attendant reappeared with a rolled wet towel box and a thin goblet of amber champagne in her hand.
The red-haired attendant opened the disposable slippers easily and bent down to put them in front of Qin Guan's feet.
Qin Guan was embarrassed. She was too considerate. He felt like an old landlord ordering his maid around.
Matasha, who was wearing a short skirt and her hair tied up in a neat bun, was overjoyed.
She had seen Qin Guan at the reception desk. As a beauty among the international flight attendants, she had taken advantage of her position to serve Qin Guan.
"Sir, we will arrive in New York in eight hours. Would you like to change your slippers?"
Hey! If there was a big-bellied tycoon next to him, he would definitely complain angrily! Since when did American Airlines have such a value-added service? Me too! Give me a dozen!
It was a pity that the first-class cabin was empty. After Matasha finished her sentence, she lifted her pretty face in the most elegant way possible.
The plane shook slightly, but Qin Guan didn't move. Matasha took the opportunity to climb up to him.
"Ouch!"
Matta fell over in a half-squatting position. "Ouch!"
Bang!
Qin Guan had been trained to deal with the waves of infatuated girls throwing themselves at him. As soon as Matasha let out a cry, he reacted to it accurately.
He couldn't wait for her to pounce on him, so he had already sent his long legs over and gave her a knee, treating it as a crutch. It would be very embarrassing for a young lady to fall face first, wouldn't it?
Unfortunately, there were always coincidences in this world. When the plane trembled slightly, the second guest in the first-class cabin walked in under the guidance of the stewardess.
"Oh!"
"Shhh!"
The two people behind them only saw Matasha throwing herself at the back of the first class passenger with an infatuated smile on her face.
She buried her face between the man's legs without hesitation.
Misplaced shots could create the effect of kissing, and different angles could play out two different lives.
The flight attendant behind her shyly covered her surprised mouth with her hands, but it couldn't extinguish the flame of gossip burning in her.
As for the guest in second place, he whistled as if he was afraid that the world would not be in chaos.
Qin Guan looked at Matasha in disgust. She was hugging his knees tightly. When the passengers behind him made an untimely sound, he looked back at her calmly.
The stewardess put her hands down and stood up straight. She looked like a soldier waiting to be inspected by a general.
When the other passenger saw Qin Guan, his mouth widened and he snorted.
Then he put his hand on the back of Qin Guan's chair and gave him a thumbs up, laughing hysterically.
Qin Guan sighed and said helplessly, "Long time no see, Chris Angel."
It was Chris Angel, an American magician. He had just finished a magic show in Europe and was on his way back to New York.
"Ha ha ha! Qin Guan, you deserve this! You are just a statue worshipped in an ivory tower! You are as pure and flawless as an angel! "
"What is that in front of you now? Let me guess, like those silly women in the Hilton Hotel, throwing themselves at you? "
"Tsk tsk tsk, Qin Guan, what can I say about you? You are like a shining light bulb in the middle of the night, attracting countless moths to the flame! "
Christian Angel sat down on the seat opposite Qin Guan, clutching his stomach and rolling on the floor. Matasha, who was half-lying in front of Qin Guan, got up quickly.
"Dear customer, what can I do for you?"
The attentive and well-mannered service attitude slightly alleviated the awkwardness of failing to get what he wanted.
Chris Angel stopped laughing with interest. He looked at Matasha from head to toe and waved his hand, indicating that they could leave.
Lillian, who was on the same flight as Angel, was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. I won't say anything about you stealing Qin Guan's service.
Now, you are stealing my customer for your own selfish reasons! What are you up to? "
One had to know that in this day and age, as a flight attendant, the work of flying all year round was not stable. In addition to digesting the work internally, they could only turn their attention to those single travelers.
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