Syllable......

Without warning, the plane sinked violently, and then began to tremble violently.

Even if the seat belt held the body in place, everyone felt that the body was constantly tilting, and the shaking feeling kept eroding everyone's restless hearts.

After a while, the hysterical screams were mixed with the sound of falling luggage, and the less courageous had completely fainted.

The strong feeling of weightlessness and the constant shaking of the body are almost suffocating.

At this time, the radio sounded.

"In the event of strong thunderclouds, the plane malfunctioned, and the flight attendant prepared a parachute for the ......"

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding lights flickered on and off!

"it!"

"Quick, give me a parachute!"

The flight attendant was too scared to speak.

"Stay calm, don't worry!"

Bang......

Bang......

Bang......

……

"Ah......h

A flight from the capital to Seoul is sailing in all directions.

Li Tie, who was sitting in the first class cabin, opened his eyes with a pale face.

The people around them frowned and looked at the young man who was howling.

"Neurotic?"

"Where's the dirt bun?"

"Young man, if you are sick, you will be cured, and you will be muttering nonsense."

Li Tie didn't care about these people's words at all, he was completely stunned now.

He's not dead?

How could it be that he didn't die?

He really experienced the feeling of death, the pain of the plane falling to the ground completely made him faint, and the moment he wanted to get up, the plane exploded, he completely lost consciousness, and the sharp pain that killed him seemed to still exist.

Li Tie subconsciously stretched out his hands, looking at these white hands, he was stunned again.

Nani?!

Next Olympics!

He's an entertainer paparazzi! Where there is news, where to run, the whole person is less than 25 years old and looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, and he also relied on this 'urgent' skin to make a lot of news and money.

Trembling, he stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, feeling the tender touch, Li Tie opened his mouth wide.

"Mr. Weng, are you okay?"

The beautiful stewardess appeared beside Li Tie and asked with concern.

Why did you suddenly scream when you slept well?

Li Tie turned a deaf ear, and at this time he ushered in a sharp pain again, this time the pain came from his mind.

It was as if two swordsmen were comparing in his head, and the pain was incomparable, and Li Tie's eyes were white and he almost fainted.

"I'm fine."

Looking at this handsome guy's face for a while blue and white, the stewardess shook her head secretly, thinking that she was probably another tragic male protagonist in a bloody drama, right?

……

"Welcome to the flight from Gyeongseong to Incheon Airport, it is July 22, 2012 at 13:27 KST, the plane will land smoothly in five minutes, please check your seat belts, I wish you a pleasant trip Smecta!"

I'm the next Olympics!

Li Tie...... Oh no, Weng Tingjun.

Looking at the photos and materials on his passport and ID card, Weng Jun almost fainted to death.

He crossed!

From the Chinese paparazzi in 2017 to the little fresh meat in 2012!

From the half-dead paparazzi to a very good-looking young man, and it seems to be a second generation?

Listen, it's definitely not a dream!

Weng Tingjun pinched his body hard, the pain was so clear that an expression of ecstasy instantly appeared on his face.

As the saying goes, if you don't die in a catastrophe, you will have a blessing!

Calm down!

Be sure to calm down!

"You little red guy, what are you doing?"

A middle-aged woman sitting next to her looked at the neurotic Weng Tingjun's expression of fear and laughter, and her eyes flashed with unabashed disgust.

It can't be a neuropathy, right?

It seemed that she didn't dare to refute this little fresh meat, and she became more and more arrogant, "Little Red Guy, did you come to South Korea for plastic surgery?" ”

"That's not right...... It looks like you've had plastic surgery, could it be that you're here to buy wholesale? First class and this dress is not cheap, right? Little Red Guy ......"

Weng Tingjun, who returned to his senses after the original owner's memory was transmitted, suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and this great joy obviously couldn't be digested in this place.

After calming down, he frowned slightly when he heard the buzzing of the flies in his ears again.

Weng Tingjun turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged woman, "Is your son or daughter still single?" ”

The middle-aged woman's face changed, and she almost got angry when she saw that the attention of the successful people around her was here, "Is it your business?" ”

This little red guy can't be a poor fortune teller, right?

Do you even know about his son and daughter?

"It's fine!"

"Want to know why?" Without waiting for these three or eight words, he continued: "You shrew, which girl and young master can take a fancy to your child? Fish begins to rot from the head! ”

"Phew! Bad luck, I came out for a trip to relax, I didn't sleep well, I had nightmares, not to mention that I met a shrew, my sister, I know your daughter, your daughter works in my company, believe it or not, I will let your daughter roll up and get out of the way in minutes? ”

As a paparazzi against a shrew, isn't this a college student bullying an elementary school student? Looking at the appearance of the middle-aged woman, it is estimated that the child is not small, who dares to look at her child with her temper.

This kind of person bullies the weak and fears the hard, and the last few news reports on the bad news of international tourism are mostly caused by this kind of person, and Weng Tingjun has no burden at all to fight back.

Really!

Weng Tingjun's guess was right!

The middle-aged woman's face changed greatly, but thinking of Weng Tingjun's ability to do things like a god, she instantly closed her mouth.

Damn little red guy can't really be her daughter's boss, right?

Looking at the clothes and temperament of the little red guy, it is really possible.

"Right!"

"Shut up!" Weng Tingjun glared at her fiercely, but he was sneering in his heart, and then he didn't pay attention to her.

When he screamed just now, the people around him scolded him, and he could ignore it, because he was the first to lose.

But now that he has come to his senses, this shrew is still unrelenting, a little red guy, Weng Ting didn't even take a shoehorn to her face, even if it was light.

……

After getting off the plane, Weng Tingjun found a coffee shop at the airport and sat down quietly, trying to sort out the memories of the two lives, he wanted to confirm whether this incident was a dream or a real event.

Who is Weng Tingjun?

Why come to Korea?

Weng Tingjun worked hard to scavenge the memories in Weng Jun's mind, and after about half an hour, he shook his head with a wry smile.

The original ecstatic color on his face disappeared without a trace.

I thought that he was a rich second generation with good looks and money who could squander his life, but I didn't expect it......

is a rich second generation from a middle-class family!

Although he was traveling, he actually ran away, and all his family's real estate and car property were frozen, leaving only the inheritance left by his late parents

"Damn it!"

"I thought I was going to dive - the rules of Korean idols!"

"What to do? Go back to China and continue to the paparazzi? Or ......"

Weng Jun was completely confused, and he wanted to travel to the rich second generation to enjoy the luxurious life of the next second generation.

What is the 82-year-old Lafite, what is the fiancée of the iceberg beauty, and what is the Bugatti Veil, which is worth 10,000 yuan.

Next Olympics!

All TMD is gone!

It's a dog, what the hell is going on.

Weng Tingjun looked at the expressions on the faces of the pedestrians who came and went, laughing or crying, all of them were affectionate, and he completely lost his temper.

"Dog's God, you're a little red guy......"