Looking over with stern and cold eyes, he met a pair of smiling eyes.
"Sir, are you sure you don't need it?" The voice was normal and it was a familiar voice.
Yan Han was stunned, thinking it was his illusion, "You..."
"Asking you!"
The "stewardess" suddenly raised her hand, patted his head, and said politely: "Do you want coffee?"
Yan Han came back to his senses, suppressed the ecstasy that aroused in an instant, raised the corners of his lips, scanned her from top to bottom, cleared his throat, and replied seriously: "Yes, add sugar, add milk."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Yan Han licked his lips, moved his eyes upward, and saw the slender hands holding up the coffee, and then using tweezers to pinch the milk balls.
"Not that candy."
"Um?"
He raised his hand and curled his fingers at her.
The woman put down her things and leaned over.
Yan Han naturally pulled down one side of her mask and raised her body on the handle of the chair, "It's this candy."
Song Xiang blinked, and the next second he was kissed on the corner of his mouth.
Tsk——
She glanced at him and whispered: "What are you doing, teasing the flight attendant?"
He clicked his tongue, pulled the other side of the mask, forming a small barrier, and leaned in for a kiss.
"Don't slander me. It was obviously the flight attendant who took the initiative to seduce me."
Song Xiang raised his hand and poked his chest hard.
The man chuckled, took off his mask, and pulled her to sit on his lap.
Song Xiang looked around and saw that Yan Song and the others were behind them and could not see the situation in their row.
Yan Han hugged her hard and took a deep breath in the crook of her neck, "What's going on?"
Song Xiang kicked her legs and whispered: "I am working part-time and I happened to meet you."
Yan Han chuckled, "What a coincidence?"
"Yes, fate."
The man raised his head and looked at her carefully.
I didn't see her when I boarded the plane just now, and I felt extremely irritated. But when I saw her suddenly, I was overjoyed. I had to look twice to make sure it was real.
Song Xiang noticed his gaze and thought he was looking at her dress. She felt a little embarrassed and raised her hand to tug on her collar.
"what?"
"See if you are dreaming." He said honestly.
Song Xiang turned away with a smile on his face.
Yan Yanhan chased after her and said close to her face, "Miss."
"Um?"
"You look like my girlfriend."
Song Xiang burst out laughing, wrapped her arms around his neck, hid on his shoulder, and gave him a gentle thump.
"Get lost."
He even got into the act.
Yan Han smiled lowly, turned his face and kissed the tip of her nose, and finally asked a question or two seriously, "When did you decide?"
Song Xiang thought for a while and whispered: "Two hours ago."
"Improvised?" He raised his eyebrows.
Song Xiang pouted and hugged him tighter, "I originally wanted to see you off, but I feel so uncomfortable that I don't even want to leave."
I was pacing back and forth in the office, distracted by irritation, pouring water to water the flowers, and ended up getting a cup of hot water. I didn't know if the pot of cuckoo could be carried through.
Yan Han felt itchy in his heart when he heard how pitiful she said.
For a man, being remembered like this by his beloved woman is a great pleasure in itself.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Xiang glanced at him.
Immediately afterwards, the seats they were sitting on slowly lowered down, and the area under their feet also began to extend.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment. Only when she saw the warmth in his eyes did she react and quickly stood up.
The man held her waist and pulled the curtain with one hand.