Zhang Yuyan pushed the cart back to the aisle of the cabin, and asked both sides with a smile as she walked. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She felt like her face was about to stiffen.

She had just walked a few steps when the woman who waved her hand and asked her if she had a drink shouted at her, "Can you hurry up, why are you moving so slowly?

"Right away. Zhang Yuyan replied with a smile on her face.

The woman muttered a few more words before sitting back in her seat.

Zhang Yuyan didn't want to find trouble, so she poured a drink and brought it over.

The woman took the drink, didn't look at her, turned around and handed it to the child sitting beside her, without even saying a word of thanks.

Zhang Yuyan was even more irritable in her heart, but she still had a kind smile on her face.

"Give me a cup of coffee. ”

A man's voice came from behind her, Zhang Yuyan was even more unhappy, turned around with a stiff smile, and looked at the source of the voice.

It was the man in the black hooded sweatshirt just now.

Well, for the sake of his relatively handsome appearance, I won't worry so much about him.

Thinking like this, the smile on Zhang Yuyan's face became kind, no longer so stiff, and said softly: "Okay, come right away." ”

After speaking, Zhang Yuyan returned to the cart, poured coffee from the coffee pot, put sugar and creamer on the tray, and brought it to Ming Chuan.

Ming Chuan flicked his hat back, raised his eyelids to look at her, and took the coffee from her hand.

This man is really good-looking, and if you look closely, her facial features are the type she likes. It's just that he looks listless and a little sluggish, could it be that he didn't rest well last night?

Zhang Yuyan handed the coffee to him while thinking nonsense, and was about to say something, but there were other people's shouts on the other side, so she had to stand up straight, turn around and continue to be busy with her work.

Ming Chuan tore open the sugar packet, poured it into the warm coffee, stirred it, and put it to his mouth and took a sip.

"It's unpleasant. Ming Chuan grinned and complained.

"Hahahaha, little brother, don't you rarely take planes?" The man sitting next to Ming Chuan laughed when he saw this.

Ming Chuan let out an "um" and put the coffee cup on the table in front of him, apparently having lost all interest in the black drink.

"All the food and drink on a flight like this is hard to swallow, so you better be prepared. The man next to Ming Chuan said with a smile.

Ming Chuan glanced up at the other party, this is a very ordinary-looking middle-aged man, who looks to be in his early forties, like all men of this age, his hairline has begun to gradually recede, revealing a brain that is said to be able to show wisdom. The eyebrows are as thin as the hair, and the eyes are very gentle, hidden behind heavy lenses. Compared to other middle-aged people, this man's figure is not bad, at least he does not have a big belly, but the slightly loose muscles show that he is not good at outdoor sports.

"In this way, the next boxed lunch won't be so good?" Ming Chuan said with an eyebrow raised.

"Delicious? The man smiled and said, "I can't stand this anyway." The boxed lunches they provide will not be eaten by my family. ”

"How often do you take this flight?" Ngawang is the name of the dog, right?

"The job requires it, but it can't be helped. The middle-aged man said with a wry smile.

Ming Chuan didn't have the slightest interest in the middle-aged man's work, so he just responded when he heard the words and expressed sympathy. And his eyes were always on the flight attendant.

"What's the matter?, do you fall in love with someone's little girl?" After the middle-aged man said a few words, he found that Ming Chuan's attention was not on him, and he followed his line of sight to see the figure of Zhang Yuyan in a uniform. The middle-aged man immediately smiled at Ming Chuan with a clear look.

Ming Chuan didn't refute, and said while staring at Zhang Yuyan: "That little girl is very beautiful. ”

"Yes, you can't become a flight attendant if you don't look good. The man smiled and said, "Do you want me to help you?"

"Help what?" Mingchuan was a little confused.

The man didn't answer, but raised his right hand and shouted at Zhang Yuyan, "Stewardess, I want a blanket." ”

"Okay, wait a minute. Zhang Yuyan responded with a smile, turned around and walked towards the rear.

When the other party went back to get the blanket, the middle-aged man looked at Ming Chuan with a smile and said, "I can only help you so much, when the little girl comes over later, don't forget to ask for contact information." ”

Ming Chuan was noncommittal about this, still staring listlessly in Zhang Yuyan's direction, with a silent expression.

The middle-aged man thought that Ming Chuan was thinking about the beautiful flight attendant, and he smiled, not taking his silence to heart.

After a while, the kung fu blanket was delivered, but it was another flight attendant who delivered the blanket.

The middle-aged man smiled at Ming Chuan with a regretful look on his face and said, "It seems that your luck is not very good." ”

"Well, I think so too. "Mingchuan really thinks that he is unlucky, but he can meet strange ghosts on a plane, which is too coincidental.

Mingchuan remembered a certain detective drama in which the protagonist would encounter a murder wherever he went, which was simply a humanoid disaster transmission machine. At that time, he couldn't help but slander the author of the series, feeling that that arrangement was a bit too deliberate, and now he found that he had encountered such an inexplicable situation.

Could it be that he also has this kind of catastrophic constitution?

While thinking about these things, Ming Chuan stared at the front of the cabin, and in the small space in front of him, there was a thick black smoke. Clusters gathered together, circling and lingering.

It has been less than half an hour since the plane took off, and the gathering of ghost qi has been so exaggerated.

Ming Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and wondered a little in his heart, it stands to reason that just a powerful ghost should not cause this level of ghost energy, could it be that there are other powerful ghosts?

Frowning, Ming Chuan lowered his voice and said, "Go around the cabin and see if there are any other ghosts." ”

Shadowlan was given the order to weave her way through the shadows of the crowd. In a short time, I walked through the entire cabin.

From the information fed back by Shadow Lan, it can be seen that there are no other ghosts in this cabin other than the one he just saw.

It doesn't seem that he missed it, but there are other reasons.

The ghost aura in front of the cabin seemed to dissipate a little, and the talisman paper that he had secretly stuffed into the stewardess's pocket when he was asking for coffee just now had some effect.

It was several kilometers in the air, and if there was a fight in this plane, it would be difficult for him to guarantee that there would be no accidents. If possible, he hoped to wait until the plane landed safely before dealing with the ghost.