Soon, the Jin convoy arrived at Hanshi Airport, but Song Hongyan did not let Ye Fan get off.
She asked Ye Fan to change his clothes and shoes, put on a businessman's clothing, and also put on a pair of gold-framed glasses.
Song Hongyan is the most likely to cover Ye Fan's outline.
Ye Fan asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
"Let's go back today, let's go separately!"
Song Hongyan gave Ye Fan another shoulder bag: "We will surround your substitute and board the special plane to return to Longdu later."
"And you take these three passports and air tickets, pinch our departure time, and then randomly choose the flights of Port City, China Sea and Hengcheng to board the flights."
She smiled: "In a lot of trouble, some things have to be more careful."
Ye Fan's heart moved: "Are you worried that the Fubang family will not be able to suppress Fubang's grief and anger and will suddenly cause trouble for the special plane we left?"
"The South China's air supremacy is controlled by Fubang and others, and the border is full of their various missiles. They made a mistake on a whim and had no choice but to resist."
A light flashed in Song Hongyan's eyes: "Even a master in the heavenly realm will be crushed to pieces."
"Although Master Kwon gave enough suppression and Kim Ji-won also completed the negotiation, I still don't want your life and death, between the thoughts of whether to open fire in the Black Hawk Camp."
"For the Fubang family, it is so tempting to complete the revenge of killing their son with just one button."
"Although I believe that they will be condemned afterwards and will be cruelly revenged by Master Quan, these are meaningless than your death."
"Let's not take risks."
She thought very carefully and reached out to touch Ye Fan's cheek: "The safety of your intrusion into civil aviation is far better than the probability of a special plane."
"This is not possible. If Fubang really gets evil to the point of being brave, I can escape with my close body, but you will all be crushed to pieces."
Ye Fan refused Song Hongyan's request without hesitation: "Why don't everyone go away and take the flight back."
"This is just my guess, my plan ahead, don't be too nervous, it's probably because I'm too careful."
Song Hongyan smiled and comforted Ye Fan: "Sitting separately is a waste of manpower and material resources. There is no need to worry. Before the special plane takes off, I will deliberately let someone see the substitute."
"In this way, Fubang and the others will know that you are not on the special plane and will not attack us minions."
"That's all, let's see you tonight."
Song Hongyan kissed Ye Fan on the forehead, then threw her clothes to a substitute with similar figure, and asked him to put on Ye Fan's clothes and board the plane with him.
Ye Fan wanted to say something, but the car door was closed, and his vision was only the shadow of the woman leaving.
He looked at Song Hongyan's back and felt indescribable emotion. A woman would rather take risks than ensure that he was safe.
Ten minutes later, Ye Fan pinched the air ticket time and then passed the security check with ease.
When passing through the entrances of each flight, Ye Fan casually took out a ticket from his bag.
He glanced at Harbour City.
Ye Fan did not hesitate at all and quickly entered the flight to Harbour City with the flow of people.
Not long after, Ye Fan sat in the first class seat.
As soon as he sat down, he heard a thud of footsteps.
Then, the Porsche woman I saw on the road walked in surrounded by several bodyguards in black.
The woman in red dressed in a bat shirt, a short skirt and long stockings, making herself look fashionable and beautiful. As soon as she entered the cabin, she made her eyes lit up.
Her outline and style made Ye Fan easily recognize that he was a woman from the country of Elephant.
And judging from her actions, this is a clean and neat person.
Several bodyguards in black glanced at the first class cabin and checked the position of the woman in red.
After seeing nothing unusual, they asked the woman in red to sit down.
The woman in red sat in front of Ye Fan, adjusted the seat, leaned down, but stopped soon.
She turned her head and looked at Ye Fan, then nodded politely: "Sorry, I want to have a sleep."
Ye Fan responded with a smile: "It's okay, I still have room here."
Then he twitched his nose lightly.
The perfume on the woman in red is not strong or irritating. On the contrary, it smells nice and has a lavender smell.
She smiled at Ye Fan and said, "Thank you!"
Several bodyguards in black were distributed around the woman in red. They once wanted to change positions with Ye Fan, but the woman in red shook her head gently and stopped her.
The arrival of the woman in red and the others made the first class of sixteen seats full of them.
"Swoosh--" Just as Ye Fan was about to close his eyes and rest, the door of the first class cabin opened again, and a middle-aged woman in black walked into her.
The middle-aged woman is thin and wearing a pair of sunglasses. She seems to have a broken left hand, and she has a cast, fixed it with a wooden stick, and then hangs it around her neck.
Seeing that she was injured, the flight attendant enthusiastically helped her, but the other party had no luggage, so she guided her to sit down in the last position.
Ye Fan frowned when everyone looked at her with sympathy.
He gently pushed his glasses, stared at the middle-aged woman and looked at her with a look, then looked at her hand that was cast.
"Swoosh swish swish swish-" Ye Fan slightly head towards the middle-aged woman, and then thrust his nose a few more times.
In the smell of perfume, red wine, steak, gypsum, alcohol, etc., Ye Fan captured a smell of metal and nitric acid.
His expression tightened.
Ye Fan threw away his blanket and stood up and walked out of the first class. When he passed by the business class, he glanced at the glass reflection.
What surprised Ye Fan was that the woman in black did not follow him.
This made Ye Fan instinctively stop his pace.
At this time, a tall stewardess came over and spoke to Ye Fan: "Sir, the plane is about to take off, please go back to your seat!"
Another double-eyed stewardess also spoke out: "Sir, it's dangerous for you to stand like this, so it's better to return to the seat as soon as possible."
"Contact the captain, I want to see him."
Ye Fan looked solemn: "I have something very important!"
The tall flight attendant smiled faintly: "Sir, the captain is busy now. Can you please wait until the flight takes off?"
She obviously regarded Ye Fan as one of the countless strange passengers who were struggling.
In recent years, passengers have not taken photos with the captain or putting forks into the cockpit, or they have to look for the captain for a big deal, or they have to keep their confidentiality unit and ask the captain to assist in the investigation.
"It's done after taking off!"
Ye Fan whispered: "There are bandits on the plane, and there is thunder on her body."
Thunder bomb?
The tall stewardess shuddered, with a pretty face indescribable surprise, then looked at Ye Fan and joked: "Sir, do you know that you are going to be criminally responsible for saying this?"
"I advise you not to make trouble again, otherwise you will be arrested and sent to jail."
The double-eyed flight attendant curled his lips disdainfully: "Besides, there are really bandits, how do you know that he has thunder on him?
He showed it to you."
The two flight attendants stared at Ye Fan with sarcasm. In order to see the captain, this kid really dared to say anything.
After all, the airport security check is so meticulous, how could the bandits bring in with thunder?
Ye Fan smiled: "I smelled it..." "I smelled it?
Do you think you are a police dog?”
The two flight attendants looked at each other and smiled, feeling even more disgusted with Ye Fan, and believed that he was just doing something.
"I'll give you one last chance and go back to your seat right away, or I'll call the agent to take you away."
The tall stewardess opened her red lips: "These international flights with hundreds of people are not a place where you can make trouble."
The double-eyed stewardess also shook his wrist and sneered: "How about you smell it, what perfume I use..." Ye Fan looked at the two beautiful stewardesses and stared at the nameplate on their chests and said lightly: "You, Zhang You
Yes, I soaked in a rose milk bath last night, drank a bottle of cherry blossom sake, and today I used Chanel facial cleanser."
"You, Yang Jiaxin, today we have been in the sand of the hotel, and the restroom on this plane."