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China Southern Airlines flight CZ3372.

First class.

Lin Chuan leaned on the leather seat, his eyes falling on the clouds outside the porthole.

​ Black short sleeves, dark casual pants, nothing lOgO.

But clothes can’t cover your temperament.

In their early twenties, most boys either exert too much force and look greasy; or they have wandering eyes and cannot hide their timidity.

Lin Chuan didn’t.

With shoulders and back straight, he sat there motionless.

The confidence brought by the cash in the card of 70 to 80 million is stronger than any famous brand.

“Sir, what would you like to drink?”

A gentle voice sounded in my ears.

Lin Chuan turned his head.

The stewardess pushing the dining cart was bending over and maintaining a professional smile.

very beautiful.

Not an internet celebrity.

It’s the kind of bright, aggressive beauty.

​ Red lips, bunted hair, and uniform outline an excellent figure.

There is a hint of Hong Kong-style female star between her eyebrows and eyes.

Shen Man originally just made a routine inquiry.

But the moment he saw Lin Chuan’s face clearly, his professional smile stopped for half a beat.

Very handsome.

It’s not as pretty as a creampie.

He is handsome with a sense of oppression, but is suppressed by calmness.

​​Especially those eyes.

Deep and quiet.

There is no ordinary man who cannot hide his gaze when he sees a beautiful woman.

He just glanced at her.

"Trouble."

Lin Chuan said, "A cup of black coffee. Thank you."

No unnecessary nonsense.

There was no deliberate attempt to strike up a conversation.

"Okay...Okay, please wait a moment."

Shen Man turned around to pour the coffee, his fingers were a little stiff.

Meal preparation area.

The thick curtains were drawn, blocking the view from outside.

Shen Man held the tray and poured coffee into the cup.

"Hey, why are we, Manman, not paying attention when pouring coffee?"

Next to her, the round-faced flight attendant came over, bumped her with her shoulder, and glanced outside with ambiguous eyes.

"I've seen it all. That handsome guy from 3A, right?"

Shen Man rolled his eyes at her and said nothing.

The base of my ears feels a little hot.

"He is indeed handsome."

The round-faced flight attendant smacked her lips, "That shoulder width, that side face, tsk tsk. The key is that temperament."

Another flight attendant who was arranging the blanket also came over and laughed in a low voice: "That's right. It's much better than the coal boss yesterday who wore a Rolex and insisted on touching your hand to read your palm. This kind of top quality can't be found even with a lantern."

Shen Man put the coffee spoon into the saucer.

He bit his lower lip.

She usually has a very high vision.

There were many wealthy bosses in the first-class cabin, and there were as many as eighty who gave her business cards and notes.

But those people are either potbellied or smell of alcohol and cigarettes.

The look in her eyes seemed to be valuing.

She never looked at it.

The young man sitting outside is different.

There is something about him that makes people want to find out where he came from.

"If you don't dare to come up, I'll go deliver the blankets later."

The round-faced flight attendant reached out to hold the tray half-jokingly, "If you don't want to take this high-quality stock, I will."

"Go to the side."

Shen Man slapped her hand away.

She hesitated for a moment, took out the note paper from her uniform pocket, and pulled out the pen.

The pen tip stopped on the paper for two seconds.

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