When Yuli thought of Zhou Qi'an, Zhou Qi'an sneezed a few times. He was sitting in the first-class cabin on his flight to New Zealand, flipping through financial magazines in his hand.

"What's the matter, sir, is the air conditioner too much?" the flight attendant walked up to Zhou Qi'an and asked.

"I'm fine. Zhou Qi'an didn't raise his head and said a word.

The stewardess stood there for a long time and did not move, Zhou Qi'an raised his head a little impatiently, only to see that the stewardess was acting like a nymphomaniac, staring at him with straight eyes, and she was almost drooling.

Zhou Qi'an frowned, and did not hide his unhappiness. Glancing at Song Zhe, Song Zhe looked at the stunned appearance of the flight attendant, shook his head, and couldn't help laughing.

He coughed, cleared his throat, and deliberately made it bad: "This young lady, wipe your saliva, don't splash our young master." ”

As soon as these words came out, the passengers in the first class looked at the flight attendant at the same time and let out a few sneers.

The flight attendant woke up like a dream, and the embarrassment on her face was a little unbearable. But as a first-class flight attendant, she is strong enough and professional in professionalism, although the peerless beauty in front of her makes her can't help but lose her temper, but she must not lose face.

The flight attendant suppressed the embarrassment on her face for a second and showed her signature smile. Nodding his head: "Passengers, I apologize for disturbing your rest because of my work mistakes." If you need anything, please feel free to call, I will be at your service and wish you all a pleasant trip. Thank you. ”

When the stewardess returned to the studio, she patted her chest and took a deep breath. Her colleagues were relieved for her. After the atmosphere eased, they began to tease each other.

"Wipe your saliva, don't splash our young master. Hahahaha," said a certain A.

"Speaking of others, you yourself are not drooling, as soon as he enters the cabin, you stare at others, like a wolf and a tiger, eager to swallow your life. "A certain B said.

"Please~To, don't rob me, okay? He only has me in his eyes, and when he lands, I'll let him bow down under my pomegranate skirt. "A certain C scratched his head and made a gesture.

"Demons!"

"Slut!"

"Narcissist!"

......

A flurry of invective.

"Enough, not enough shame. ”

The purser had a serious face. As the thread grass on their route, he has always been sought after by these beauties who have both looks and talents, and is regarded as a male god, but now he is compared to other men, and they are even ugly in public. It's tantamount to a slap in the face. His face darkened with anger. The flight attendants have long been accustomed to the consistent cold attitude of their online male god. It's just that at this moment, all their minds are on the peerless male god in the first-class cabin-Zhou Qi'an. There was no leisure to please him. They each have ghosts in their hearts, thinking about how to create a chance encounter after landing. Such a peerless stunner can't be missed.

In the first-class cabin, because of what happened just now, there was still residual heat, not just on the matter, but their eyes were all on Zhou Qi'an.

Especially the eyes of the women in the cabin, they looked at Zhou Qi'an from top to bottom: a flamboyant and steady hairstyle, a privately customized suit and leather shoes, and a global best-selling watch on his left hand, he knew a lot of gold at a glance;

Like wolves predatoring their prey, they looked at their prey and salivated. He is also highly vigilant of the movements of other hunters at all times, for fear that if he is not careful, others will take the lead.

Zhou Qi'an felt the gaze that stayed on him, and he glared at Song Zhe angrily, as if to say: Look at what you have done well. Song Zhe replied with a smirk and said: I can't help it, who made you look so beautiful, you have to get used to it.

Zhou Qi'an can't get used to it, he doesn't like to be stared at by these warblers and Yanyan, he feels uncomfortable, and his style has always been low-key.

He has never been exposed by the media in country M, so it adds a bit of mystery to him. Even Xu Jianhao, the current president of the Oriental Consortium, tried his best to find out his shortcomings, but to no avail, and even his subordinates didn't even find out the other party's appearance, Xu Jianhao was so angry that he was furious in Xinguo, punching and kicking a group of people, and shouting loudly.

Zhou Qi'an was stared at by everyone's scalp and felt numb, and wanted to change places to breathe. But this is on the plane, and the plane still needs half an hour to land, and the only place that can be changed is the bathroom.

He got up and went to the bathroom. Several women's eyes sparkled, pretending to be elegant, followed closely behind. Zhou Qi'an never thought that these women would follow him, and he entered the bathroom without noticing. When the women saw that there was no one else around, they began to tear up: you poke me, I will push you, you slap me, I will kick you in the leg. As if they had discussed, they gritted their teeth, endured the pain and did not make a sound, just to fight the winner and hold the beauty.

This war between women, Song Zhe saw it clearly. He just watched these women laughing lewdly, following behind the young master of his family, he stayed quietly on the side just in case, but he didn't expect to see this reality show. was originally as beautiful as a flower, but now they are all pig-headed and horse-faced.

Song Zhe didn't want them to dirty the eyes of his young master. He took a few steps back softly, then coughed and stomped his feet step by step. When the women saw someone coming, they quickly let go, got up from the ground, and ran into the women's bathroom.

Song Zhe smiled smugly.

Zhou Qi'an came out of the bathroom and happened to see Song Zhe with a wicked smile on his face.

"What's wrong?" a magnetic male voice. As soon as Zhou Qi'an spoke, the women in the women's bathroom whispered: "Wow, what a sexy voice." ”

"No, young master, I won't see you for a while, like every three autumns, no, I'm looking for you. Song Zhe's mouth is so poor, how dare he say that because of his young master, he just watched a wonderful show.

Listening to Song Zhe's words, Zhou Qi'an's face sank and he walked away directly.

Zhou Qi'an returned to his seat, sat in Song Zhe's window position, put on an eye mask, and wanted to stay quietly for a while.

Song Zhe sat in Zhou Qi'an's position.

Soon, the women in the bathroom: there were blood stains on the corners of their mouths, scratches on their faces, loose hair, messy clothes, and some limped out.

Originally, the predetermined plot in their hearts was: pretending to be dizzy, falling into the arms of the male god, holding on tightly, and slamming him hard. How do you know, they didn't even touch the hand of the male god, and they were so angry that after Zhou Qi'an and Song Zhe left, they fought again.

They passed by Song Zhe's side, looking at Zhou Qi'an's direction with resentful eyes, as if to say: We are fists and feet for you, the male god, but you don't even look at it.

Song Zhe looked at their miserable appearance, crying and laughing, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that women could be so ruthless and poisonous. No wonder people often say: the most poisonous woman's heart.