Midday.

Aerodrome.

As soon as I arrived in the hall, the phone rang.

It's Mrs. Gao, "Xiao Wang, where are you now?"

"I'm outside the terminal, didn't you say you booked me a ticket? My dad and I can't get in without a ticket. Wang Qiang said.

Gao Tai said: "You go to the special security channel in the first class cabin." ”

"First class?" Wang Qiang sweated, this is an international flight, first class is very expensive.

"Anyway, we don't have to pay for the air ticket, President Wang specially asked people to book it for the four of us, you hurry up, I and I have been waiting here for a long time, and said why don't you always come, and then the refuge inadvertently said that you are not going to the ordinary security channel I reacted and called you. Gao Taidao.

Wang Qiang smacked his lips and said, "Okay, I'll come over with my dad." ”

Yes, it's not that I haven't flown in my previous life, but I really haven't taken the first class on an international flight. Wang Qiang and Wang Baoguo also asked the staff for directions.

It didn't take long to get to the first-class security lane.

The bearded Mrs. Gao and Liu Yiyi, who were dressed in a thick black dress, were already waiting at the door of the passage, and when they saw them coming, they immediately greeted them.

"Xiao Wang, Brother Wang. ”

"Mr. Gao, Sister Liu. ”

"Thank you for your hard work. ”

"Okay, let's not talk about hard work, let's hurry through the security check, go to the waiting room and wait first, it's a little noisy outside, I prefer to be quiet. ”

"Okay. ”

There were very few people in the security lane of the first-class cabin, and they didn't wait at all, and the four people quickly passed through the security check.

After passing the security check, I went to the VIP lounge in a small car.

When he was in the lounge, Wang Qiang caught a glimpse of a strange woman, who should be a European and American woman, wrapped tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would recognize her.

Wang Qiang glanced at it and didn't pay much attention to it, and instead chatted with Mrs. Gao and Liu Yi.

An hour later, it was time to board.

This time it is an international long-haul flight, a large plane, although the economy class is still the mainstream, but first-class guests can board the plane first, which is considered a privilege of the rich. Wang Qiang was still a little unsure of what to do when he sat in first class for the first time, so he simply followed behind Gao Tai and Liu Yiyi, and they did what they did.

After a while, I got into the plane.

When he walked into the first-class cabin, Wang Qiang was a little stunned by the luxurious equipment.

If he had to describe it in one sentence, he could only think of upgrading from the original "beer, drink, mineral water, peanuts and melon seeds" to the feeling of a soundproof soft sleeper box.

There are a total of eight first-class cabins on this plane, located at the front of the cabin on the first floor, and there is no luggage cabinet on the head, so there is no sense of depression, to be honest, it turns out that Wang Qiang is always worried about hitting his head when he takes the economy class, because the two-story plane will still be a lot shorter, but the price of no luggage rack is that as soon as the flight attendant gets on the plane, she immediately takes Wang Qiang's hand luggage away and puts it in the front cabinet, and then Mrs. Gao tells Wang Qiang that if you want to take any carry-on luggage, you need to ring the bell.

Wang Qiang pretended to be very calm, and casually picked up a booklet next to him, on which were written a few words in the instruction manual of the in-flight entertainment system, and there were TV series and movies on the screen in front of him.

The layout of the first class cabin is 1-2-1, there is a partition between the two positions in the middle, you can raise it if you have nothing to do, and you can lower it if you have something, well, if you are acquaintances, you can also flirt with each other, it's a pity that Wang Qiang is not sitting next to Liu Yiyi, nor his father and Mrs. Gao, but the strange woman I saw in the waiting room before.

"Sir, have a glass of elcome-drink. The blonde white stewardess said something in English and Chinese, and then put down a glass of pale cyan juice.

"Thank you. After Wang Qiang spoke, he took a sip, a little sour, judging from the taste, it seemed to be apple juice, which was very delicious.

Get a general idea of the first-class facilities.

Wang Qiang closed his eyes and went to sleep, it was still a long way to fly from Shanghai to New York's JFK International Airport, it would take about fourteen or fifteen hours, and he didn't want to watch movies and TV in the current era, so it was better to close his eyes and sleep.

Between the clouds.

The passengers were in the fog.

I don't know how long it has passed, Wang Qiang woke up groggily, feeling that the surroundings were not very stable, swaying, and obviously encountering air currents.

Someone gave a push on the shoulder.

Co-authorship is someone who calls himself.

"Hi, it's time to dine. "It's a nice woman's voice, speaking English.

Wang Qiang barely understood.

It is estimated that he slept for about two or three hours, Wang Qiang's spirit improved a lot, and then he opened his sleepy eyes and rubbed them, and found that it was the woman next door who pushed him, he didn't know why he looked over, and the woman who was still wrapped tightly pointed to the aisle, Wang Qiang turned his head and saw that the blonde and blue-eyed stewardess who had handed him apple juice before came over with a small cart and asked him what he wanted to eat, and he knew that it was time for dinner.

Wang Qiang ordered one casually, and then it was red wine and a bunch of food that he couldn't understand, he was a little blindsided, two or three dishes for dinner? He ate silently, and when he was about to finish eating, the stewardess brought him some desserts after dinner and the like.

To tell the truth, he is really not used to it, but unfortunately his father, Gao Tai and Liu are on the other side, and they can't see any moves.

After eating, Wang Qiang thought of something, looked sideways at the woman next to him, and said in broken English, "Thank you." ”

"It's okay, you don't seem to speak English very well. "The woman or girl is slowly tearing the bread and eating it.

The girl looked a bit like a white person, the reason why she looked like it was that her main skin color was not white to that extent, it was probably brown, but it was very white, and although her hair was blonde, it could be seen from the end of the hair that it was black with a little brown.

European and American women can't see their age, mainly because they are too precocious, Wang Qiang judged according to his experience of watching American dramas in his previous life, she should not be too old, at least no more than twenty years old.

Wang Qiang smiled, trying to organize the language in English, in fact, there are still a lot of language problems, "It's not good, you look a little familiar." ”

The girl looked at me in surprise and said, "Do you know who I am?"

Uh, don't know.

It just looks very familiar.

Yes, the girl in front of him looks like he has seen it somewhere, Wang Qiang is sure that he has never known a European and American woman with such a hot body, how hot is this woman's figure? Even if you sit there, you can know that the front is convex and backward, especially the upper body, even the wrapped beige sweater has the illusion that it can't be wrapped and wants to be stretched.

Maybe it's a star.

I really can't remember it for a while.

Wang Qiang shook his head, "I don't know, I just feel familiar." ”

"Phew, I thought you recognized me. The girl laughed.

It's okay that she didn't laugh, and when she smiled, a figure appeared in Wang Qiang's mind, although it was still vague, but there was a sudden point in her heart, and she blurted out unconvinced, "Shakira?"

When the girl heard this, she was also stunned, "You really recognize me? I don't seem to be well-known in China." ”

"Maybe I'm more fond of your songs. Wang Qiang made a rare joke.

Shakira stopped eating bread anymore, looked at it with great interest, and asked, "Then what song have you heard of me?"

Hearing this, Wang Qiang almost fainted, his habitual Chinese polite words, who would have thought that Shakira would be serious, if it was more than ten years later, he would know one or two songs, but how to answer now?

I don't think I've heard her early songs.

It seems that it is going to be embarrassing and cold.