At an altitude of 10,000 meters, endless white clouds gather together like cotton, which is eye-catching and lovely.

It's just that Yang Du's state at the moment is a little bad.

Sluggish, and want to vomit.

The contrast to the high level of excitement he had when he first got on the plane was too great.

It was the first time in his life that he had taken a plane, and he found out that he was airsick!

"Yang Du, drink some water. ”

"Don't look out the window, it'll be better. ”

Wang Cong looked at Yang Du and was a little speechless.

You said that you, a person who can't even shoot through a gun, are so airsick that you get airsick!

Who believes this?

"You open the window and let me in. ”

Yang Du drank a glass of water handed over by the flight attendant, pressed his throat, and after relieving himself a little, he said something to Wang Cong that made him almost squirt.

Open the window, I want to breathe.

This... Is this what an adult should say?

Let's not say that the windows of the plane can't be opened at all, but if they do, you will definitely be sucked out of the window by the pressure.

Also, is there oxygen at this altitude of 10,000 meters?

"No, the window won't open. ”

Wang Cong also saw that this guy was on a plane for the first time, "If you really can't do it, lie down for a while and let the flight attendant help you massage and relieve your tension." ”

Private jets are large and also have dedicated bedrooms.

And Wang Cong knows that the biggest reason for airsickness is nervousness.

"Nervous?"

"How can you tell I'm nervous?"

Yang Du had a hard mouth, this was the first time he found out that he was afraid of heights!

When he was airsick, it was also when he was excited to look down from the window.

"Yes, Young Master Yang, why don't I help you rub your shoulders? Li Sitong asked with some concern.

She really didn't expect that she would be able to fly a private jet in her lifetime!

And it's a private jet for the son of the richest man.

If this is said, I don't know how many people will envy to death. What especially made her seem to have discovered a new continent was that there was a wife on this private plane, although now the Civil Aviation Administration can allow some planes to open a wife, but she has never seen that type of model.

I didn't expect to run into it now.

She wanted to take photos at the moment, post them on Moments, and even make a video call with her best friend Liu Yiyi, but reason overcame desire, and she held back.

Now that Yang Du has become like this, why is he embarrassed to take pictures?

I'm afraid Wang Cong won't allow it!

And until now, she didn't find the time to tell Yang Du about her.

"No, I don't. Yang Du waved his hand and said stiffly, "Who said I'm nervous? I'm not nervous, I just ate too well today, my stomach is upset, and I want to vomit all the time." ”

As soon as he said spitting words, Yang Du couldn't hold back anymore and ran to the bathroom.

While spitting out, I blamed myself for not being angry!

Even if the plane explodes and falls, you won't die, I'm afraid of heights! Even Yang Du wants to blow up the plane with a punch at this moment, and just hit the ground.

A few minutes later.

Yang Du came back, looking at Wang Cong with a somewhat pale face, "How long will it take?"

"Another half hour or so. Wang Cong said.

"Half an hour?" Yang Du felt that time was really fucking slow, and then thought about it, and his eyes fell on Li Sitong, "Beauty Li, use your mobile phone to take some photos, the interior of the plane, the white clouds, the champagne, the mansion and the beautiful house." ”

"Then send it to me. ”

After taking a plane, Yang Du would return empty-handed.

He is the king of Yang Force, how can he do without a few photos of pretending to be forced?

When he returned to his hometown, his parents and brother asked what it looked like in the plane, how did he explain?

"Uh-huh. ”

Li Sitong nodded hurriedly, she also wanted to shoot, she had long wanted to have this opportunity.

But when she was about to get up, she still couldn't help but set her eyes on Wang Cong, this is the real owner of this plane, and she hasn't gotten his consent yet.

"Shoot it. ”

Wang Cong waved his hand.

As long as Yang Du can save his father, let alone take pictures, he can dismantle the plane.

Click.

Click.

Li Sitong happily took pictures of various scenes in the plane, and even took advantage of Yang Du and Wang Cong's inattention, or when the items covered him, he gave himself a lot of beautiful selfies. She decided that she must post these on WeChat Moments!

is to show off, just to let others see that I, Li Sitong, also have a backstage!

Even in the background, Yang Du and Wang Cong were photographed in. But she knows that when she posts on Moments, she must put a mosaic on the two of them, otherwise, this is not showing off, but looking for death.

These people take privacy very seriously!

And this short-term joy of taking pictures also made Li Sitong temporarily forget what happened on the set.

"Do you have steamed buns here?"

"I suddenly thought that taking advantage of this beautiful scenery, I should eat steamed buns and add some spicy strips, Weilong brand, Meizizi. ”

Yang Du leaned on the sofa boredly, looked at Wang Cong, and made a request.

He felt that the unique taste of spicy noodles might suppress his desire to vomit.

"What did you say?"

"Steamed buns?"

"Spicy strips?"

Wang Cong was stunned, a little unable to believe his ears, this is my private jet, how can there be spicy strips and steamed buns?

Shaking his head, "No." But adding, "I've got steak and wine, okay?"

"Okay then, make do with some food, my stomach is about to vomit. Yang Du said a little reluctantly.

Make do with some food...

Wang Cong was completely speechless.

This kind of thing can only be enjoyed on private jets.

I don't believe in steak and red wine, it's better than your steamed buns and spicy strips.

Ten minutes later, when the chef placed the red wine and steak in front of Yang Du's table, the plane had already begun to descend.

Yang Du picked up the knife and fork and poked the beef, but when it was brought to his mouth, he almost spit it out because of the smell of meat, endured it, and said to Li Sitong who was not far away, "Come, Li Beauty, help me take a photo." ”

He felt that this scene needed to be stayed to prove that I had eaten cow on the plane.

How many people have eaten?

After speaking, he endured vomiting, smiled, and put on a very natural pose, and just when Li Sitong was about to shoot, Yang Du waved his hand to Wang Cong opposite, "You stand back, don't take a picture of you." ”

Wang Cong was speechless.

Why are you more than my master?

But he still cooperated and hid in a corner.

Click.

Click.

The camera is also fixed on this moment.

The sun shines through the window and falls on Yang Du, who is so quiet and peaceful holding a knife and fork, eating steak, and enjoying his delicious taste in the air.

"Okay?"

As soon as Yang Du finished speaking, he couldn't hold back anymore and ran to the bathroom again.

And ten minutes later.

"Boom. ”

The wheels of the plane made violent contact with the ground and slowly landed on a runway in the capital.

And there, there was already an elongated Rolls-Royce waiting next to it.

After Yang Du and a few people sat down, they quickly left this place.

Half an hour later.

The vehicle was parked at the gate of the headquarters of Wanhua Group.