Chapter 42: You have to listen to me

As a beautiful girl with a slight cleanliness habit, Zheng Jingjing has paid special attention to physical contact with others since she was a child, let alone let other people's saliva touch her skin, as soon as she thinks of this, Zheng Jingjing has goosebumps all over her body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Even her own sister, who usually holds her and nibbles, Zheng Jingjing has to wash her face several times.

But just now there was indeed a warm and moist feeling in his palm, which was like countless needles piercing his palm, which made Zheng Jingjing's heart suddenly numb, very much like punching Wang Yao's face pretending to be innocent.

"Well, I really didn't mean to, knee-jerk reaction. Seeing Zheng Jingjing's little face getting redder and redder, and her eyes becoming more and more fierce, Wang Yao swallowed his saliva a little nervously.

"Hmph. Zheng Jingjing snorted coldly, don't overdo it, and took out a tissue to wipe her hands.

Wang Yao pursed his lips, watched Zheng Jingjing wipe it over and over again, sighed and obediently put on the headphones and pretended to fall asleep.

Mao Weitao on the other side was still chatting with other passengers, and he didn't notice that the two little guys had an awkward quarrel.

Wang Yao listened to the music in the MP3, and peeked at Zheng Jingjing, a little nervous, to see when she was not angry, and then clarified it seriously.

I'm really not a hooligan, I just just eat tofu.

Zheng Jingjing pursed her lips and sulked at the rolling clouds outside the window, her mood was a little delicate.

At this time, the stewardess pushing the dining cart came over with a smile on her face and asked with a smile, "What do the three of you need?"

"Give me a glass of juice. Mao Weitao smiled and turned his head to look at Wang Yao and Zheng Jingjing, "You two haven't eaten at noon, and the plane meal is not bad." ”

"Nope. "Zheng Jingjing, who was still a little hungry, has no appetite at all now.

"Teacher Mao, you don't eat it. Wang Yao took off the headphones and didn't dare to look at Zheng Jingjing, and said to the flight attendant, "Sister, give me three copies." ”

The stewardess smiled stiffly.

"The three of us were together, and they didn't want me to eat for them. Wang Yao explained.

The stewardess smiled and looked at Wang Yao's emaciated figure, "Mr. really wants to eat three servings?"

"Give it to him, my student can eat it. Mao Weitao said with a smile.

The stewardess smiled, took out three boxed lunches and put them on the table in front of Wang Yao, and gave him another glass of juice.

"Foodie. Glancing at Wang Yao, Zheng Jingjing snorted coldly.

Wang Yao choked, smirked at Zheng Jingjing and continued to eat.

"The young man eats so deliciously. The old man who was chatting with Mao Weitao just now looked at Wang Yao and smiled.

"Eat three bowls of rice, don't worry about idle things. Wang Yao said with a smile.

The old man raised his eyebrows and smiled, "The young man lives a brisk life, but you can't learn to sing, you can't be idle, it's kung fu." ”

Wang Yao nodded and smiled, and continued to eat.

"You've grown taller lately, but you haven't gained any weight. Mao Weitao propped his head and looked at Wang Yao and said.

"You can't eat a fat person in one bite, isn't it. Wang Yao chewed something and said vaguely.

"What the old man said just now is right, you can't be idle when you learn drama, you have to be able to support yourself after you eat too much. Mao Weitao said with a smile.

Wang Yao smiled absently.

The amount of in-flight meals is not large, and Wang Yao eats cleanly, which makes the old man surprised for a while, and seems to think that Wang Yao is very interesting, and the old man has been chatting with Wang Yao.

Wang Yao also chatted happily with the uncle.

The two-hour flight from Hangzhou to the capital, Wang Yao felt that it would not be boring, and it was interesting to have someone to chat with when he went out for the first time.

Suddenly, a jolt of the plane interrupted Wang Yao's chat with the old man, and then Wang Yao's face turned white again.

"Don't panic, please go back to your position and fasten your seat belts, the plane will encounter some turbulence, and there will be turbulence within three minutes, so don't panic. The announcer's sweet voice came over the radio.

There was a noise in the cabin.

Wang Yao trembled with the plane, but this time he didn't scream, but he just held his breath and didn't dare to breathe.

"Be careful that the plane is fine, you are suffocating. Zheng Jingjing looked at Wang Yao's reddened face and snorted lightly.

"Whew. Wang Yao spit out in one breath, his lips were a little blue, and he said in a trembling voice, "Classmate Zheng, I want to tell you something." ”

"Don't look like you're going to explain what's going on, it's just a small turbulence, it's normal. Zheng Jingjing looked at Wang Yao with disgust.

"I know everything, but what if. Wang Yao said in a trembling voice.

"Phew, bah, bah. Zheng Jingjing frowned and said lightly, "Don't say these unlucky words." ”

"Then you can listen to me. Wang Yao said in a trembling voice.

"Listen to the song. Zheng Jingjing glanced at Wang Yao and wanted to bring him headphones.

"No, I have to say that. Wang Yao shook his head: "I really didn't mean it just now. ”

Zheng Jingjing was stunned and blinked.

"I just want to eat tofu. Wang Yaoyou said.

Zheng Jingjing's pretty face darkened, "You better suffocate yourself." ”

Wang Yao also realized that this sentence was not quite right, and quickly explained, "I'm not the one who eats tofu as a hooligan, I thought your hands were like braised tofu made by my aunt in the cafeteria." ”

Zheng Jingjing's pretty face darkened.

Mao Weitao, who was beside him, laughed out loud as he listened to the conversation between the two.

It just so happened that the plane was no longer jolting.

Wang Yao looked at Zheng Jingjing awkwardly and asked in a low voice, "Can you understand?" ”

Zheng Jingjing snorted coldly, and was about to say something when she was suddenly interrupted by an exclamation.

"Old man, old man, what's wrong with you!" an anxious cry of an old lady sounded in the cabin, attracting everyone's attention.

Wang Yao looked at it smoothly, it was the kind old man who was chatting with him just now, his face was pale at the moment, his eyes were rolling, his mouth was foaming at the mouth, and he was twitching all over, looking a little terrible.

Someone had already unbuckled their seat belts and came over, and someone had called a flight attendant.

"Old man, this is a stroke. Mao Weitao's face was grim and shouted to the crowd, "Everyone get out of the way, put the old man on the ground, it will be better." ”

The crowd got out of the way, and two young men helped the old man to the ground.

As soon as the old man touched the ground, his convulsions became even more violent, and he was hunched like a shrimp.

The flight attendant who came urgently squatted on the ground and untied the old man's neckline, tilted his head to one side, and helped the old man massage his palms.

Wang Yao frowned and looked at the old man's increasingly red and purple face, feeling that something was wrong, generally the seizures were almost relieved in three to five minutes, and usually the patients would have some vomit, but for more than two minutes, the old man was just foaming at the mouth with convulsions, and his face was too abnormal.

Wang Yao felt that it should not be as simple as epilepsy, but he didn't have much knowledge of pharmacology, so he could only be in a hurry, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and dived into the revival space.

"Use the Lucky Aura, the lottery. Wang Yao entered the space and shouted directly.

The familiar turntable reappeared, and Wang Yao felt that the turntable was rotated continuously.

He saved his reputation for two days, enough to draw more than 40 times in a row.