Shang Mingyue squeezed the flight attendant, He Jianghai was extremely speechless, what she was thinking, of course he knew.

What do you think, but you pretend not to admit it, and now you are still embarrassed by a flight attendant, which is also funny.

He Jianghai didn't say anything to her, he just shook his head, and when he took the next breath, he closed his eyes with his mouth closed, and he didn't care about anything else, he tried to let himself enter and take a nap.

This flight is not a direct flight, and when it reaches the Middle East, it will be a transfer, and it will take a long time. I don't know if there will be other things on the way.

It's really hard to say.

He Jianghai gradually fell into a coma, and his breathing also entered a state of qi training.

Time was lost, the fuselage was slightly bumpy, He Jianghai had a bad intuition, and he had opened his eyes.

Shang Mingyue in front of him had also turned around and stood up, looking at him deadly.

This is definitely not a dry air current, it must be a problem with the plane.

"What's the situation?"

He Jianghai looked back, and the two first-class flight attendants were sitting in their seats with nervous expressions.

"The plane is refueling and is going to make a forced landing......"

After he asked, the purser, unable to hold back any longer, opened his mouth, his voice trembling.

"Don't worry, our pilots have more than fifteen years of flying experience......"

After trembling a little longer, the purser began to explain again, his voice terrifying.

"We're not nervous, you're too nervous, okay!"

He Jianghai was a little speechless.

He looked out the window and clearly sensed that the plane was indeed making a forced landing, and he couldn't do anything at the moment, give him a plane, and he wouldn't fly it.

Ga!

Suddenly, the light in the cabin dimmed, and the oxygen mask brush fell overhead.

Shang Mingyue in front of him was silent, he was pulling around, and he didn't know where he grabbed the parachute bag and carried it on his back.

"Why do you still have this thing?"

After He Jianghai saw it, he was quite curious, and Shang Mingyue gave him a look of contempt.

Obviously, these things are the basic equipment of a senior military attache of a legion.

A super military attaché, even if he falls from a height of 10,000 meters, his life will not be in danger, but if you want to minimize casualties, there is no doubt, and having an umbrella bag is of course more perfect.

The plane landed sharply, and the fuselage trembled.

Two flight attendants cried.

Suddenly, the purser jumped up, took off the oxygen mask, and rushed to He Jianghai's side, he was not polite at all, and sat on his lap first.

Then he lowered the oxygen mask on his head and pulled it to his face.

Then he turned around and hugged He Jianghai tightly, his eyes were closed, and his legs trembled.

At the moment, there is such a sudden move, and the reason is simple.

Shang Mingyue has an umbrella bag, she may think that Jiang Hai also has it.

Again, at such times, it is always much safer to lean in front of a man.

He Jianghai was extremely speechless, and it was difficult to push her away, so he could only let her sit.

In the headset, it is clear that there is a rumor from the cab.

"There is a thunderstorm, it is necessary to make a quick call and pacify the passengers as soon as possible......"

The pilot in the cockpit is quite calm, and when he hears it, he is the old captain.

The sound was staccato and still eager, but as time faded away, the whole plane gradually became more and more stable.

The scene seemed to be clear again, and the captain's voice had quickly disappeared from the headset.

The purser, sitting on He Jianghai's lap, hugged the person tightly, gasping for breath, and didn't lift his head.

It is estimated that there will be no recovery in a short period of time.

He Jianghai really had no choice but to let her go.

The plane moved forward, more and more smoothly, and quickly, as if nothing had ever happened.

……

Puzhao, a hundred years ago, was one of the economic centers of Asia, but after World War II, for various reasons, the economy collapsed, and this kind of thing was not uncommon in the region at that time.

When He Jianghai was young, he came here a few times, and it was to admire Buddhist culture.

Generally speaking, the current economic level of this place is indeed a little worse, and the current pillar industries, except for jade, are casinos, and they are basically controlled by the Chinese.

The plane made a forced landing, and the fire truck quickly rushed over, He Jianghai glanced outside and frowned.

This time, it seems, is a little unlucky.

"Beauty, the place has arrived, can you get up?"

On his lap, the purser still sat steadily, motionless.

At the moment, in his heart, there is only ridicule, what kind of crew heroism, professional ethics, and when he encounters something, he knows that it is completely nonsense.

If something really big happens, it would be a big joke to expect these flight attendants to help passengers escape from their birthdays.

He protects the other party more or less.

The purser's body trembled slightly, and he had to straighten up and look out the window, the sun was shining, and the airport ambulance personnel had already forced over.

Then he looked at the cabin again, and finally his eyes fell on He Jianghai.

"What's bullish, you really think you're a star?"

After seeing He Jianghai's joking expression, his temper was obviously not very good, and after standing up, he opened his mouth to scold, and it seemed that he was about to leave in a hurry.

"You, you take advantage of it and sell you?"

He Jianghai was furious all of a sudden.

Only then did he realize that this person had clearly teased him before, and his character was a bit unbearable.

No matter how good his temper is, in his heart at the moment, he has already given birth to the intention of complaining to the other party.

She was quiet, and made a note to this woman first, and she would know the seriousness of the matter after a while.

Over there, Shang Mingyue had already gotten up and was packing her umbrella bag, and she looked back at him with mockery in her eyes.

He Jianghai was not angry, and ignored her, so he got off the plane directly first.

Puzhao Airport, very old, I guess I want to transfer immediately, there is no possibility, it is very possible today, I have to stay here overnight.

Outside the cabin, there is farmland everywhere, which is actually normal, but there is a difference between farmland and farmland.

He Jianghai and Shang Mingyue, carrying suitcases, waited quietly on the side of the road, and as soon as the traffic passed, the loess immediately flew up, which was also a little embarrassing.

Soon, the convoy arrived, the doors were wide open, and someone walked out and greeted them enthusiastically.

It's none other than Shang Zhijian.

Shang Zhijian's base camp is in Puzhao, and in this case, it is naturally best to defect to him first.

"I didn't expect to be able to meet Hai Shao again so soon, it's really an honor."

Shang Zhijian personally took the luggage, and then invited the two to get in the car.

He Jianghai refused again and again, Shang Zhijian is old after all, and he is also an elder, he can be regarded as eating white food at the moment, but he is not so self-righteous.

Shang Mingyue, on the other hand, didn't treat herself as an outsider at all, handed over her luggage casually, and was unceremonious when she got in the car.

Shang Zhijian was even more unimpressed.

Shang Zhijian's manor, located in Puzhaoxi, is said to have raised more than a dozen elephants, not to mention his wealthy side.