Evil Hero

Time flies by like water, and it really flies by fast. In the blink of an eye, it is already July. Mr. Sun called to invite him, saying that no matter how busy he is, he must come. Helplessly, Zhang Yang had to take the plane to the capital of his country.

Although he is a wealthy man, Zhang Yang still knows the principle of keeping the wealth within the family. The plane of Feiyang Airlines is now officially in operation. This time, Zhang Yang took his own plane.

Seeing the beautiful stewardess busy in the cabin with a peaceful smile, Zhang Yang was very satisfied with the service of his own flight attendants. Unfortunately, none of the stewardesses on this plane are known to him, and of course, he doesn't know that the young man sitting in the economy class is his boss.

The capital is good in everything, but the air quality has been getting worse in recent years. When Zhang Yang got off the plane, the whole airport gave people a gray feeling, and it hadn't rained for a few days.

"Miss, can you leave your phone number? I'll treat you to dinner tonight." Who is so direct? Is the level of picking up girls so old-fashioned?

Zhang Yang didn't walk out quickly after getting off the plane. He wanted to see how his flight attendants performed at the Capital Airport. Who knew that when several flight attendants were about to walk out of the security gate with their small suitcases, a middle-aged man standing near the security check channel stopped a beautiful flight attendant with a smile.

"I'm sorry, the company has a rule that we are not allowed to go out alone at night." Perhaps because she was used to seeing such boring people, the flight attendant who was stopped did not have any special expression. She still smiled professionally and said to the man politely.

This answer was quite standard, and the meaning of the refusal was clearly revealed. However, does the company have such a rule? Not allowing people to go out alone at night is not advisable even if it is well-intentioned.

Seeing Zhang Yang empty-handed and without any luggage, and standing there looking at her without going out, the flight attendant's eyes could not help but turn to Zhang Yang, attracted by his 1.8-meter-tall figure. Hmm? Why does this person look familiar? Where have I seen him? The stewardess's eyes stayed on Zhang Yang for two more seconds, then she turned her head away, and walked out of the special channel with her small suitcase with her head held high.

But just by the look she gave him for two seconds, Zhang Yang had already recognized the girl: Song Jiajia. When Jihai was recruiting stewardesses, Song Jiajia shamelessly said that if Feiyang Airlines didn't want her, it would be a big loss for Feiyang Airlines. She also said that if she didn't like the job of stewardess so much, she would have to consider it even if Feiyang Group offered her a department manager.

I didn't expect that this girl actually passed the exam, and she was still flying this flight. But from the look in Song Jiajia's eyes just now, I knew that Song Jiajia didn't recognize me. This girl still has that hot temper.

In the past, when Zhang Yang went to Beijing, he would come and go as he pleased, and he didn't need anyone to pick him up. So this time, Mr. Sun did not ask Zhang Yang how he came. Anyway, the information about his coming was passed on by himself. Mr. Sun knew the boy's ability very well. He might appear in front of him at any moment. Naturally, no one would worry about these trivial matters.

But this time, Zhang Yang knew that there was a flight from his company to the capital in the afternoon. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he took the plane on impulse.

Since no one was picking him up at the station, he had to take a taxi into the city. After leaving the hall, Zhang Yang was surprised to see Song Jiajia standing on the roadside with a small suitcase in her hand. It seemed that she was waiting for a car.

Didn't they have a special car to pick them up? Why did Song Jiajia go alone? Although he felt a little strange, Zhang Yang didn't have the urge to talk to her. He thought that this girl was no longer his. If he took the initiative to approach her and chat with her, she might think that he had bad intentions.

Zhang Yang and Song Jiajia were four or five meters apart, and they also stood on the roadside waiting for a car. At this moment, a black Mercedes slowly drove past Zhang Yang, but stopped in front of Song Jiajia.

The car door opened, and the middle-aged man who had asked Song Jiajia for her phone number at the security check gate just now got out of the car. "Haha, Miss, we are really destined to meet again in such a short time. Where do you want to go, I'll take you there."

"No need, I can take a taxi myself, thank you." Although Song Jiajia said thank you, her tone was quite cold, with a sense of rejecting people from a thousand miles away.

"Haha, is this how you treat your company's passengers? I have to take your flight two or three times a month, be careful that I will complain to you when the time comes." As he said that, he pointed to the dark green badge on Song Jiajia's chest, which meant that I remember your number.

Of course, the man didn't necessarily mean that he really wanted to complain to Song Jiajia, it was just a way for him to pick up girls. But Song Jiajia's tone was still cold: "Whatever, if I don't do well, you can complain to me at any time, but now is my private time, and you are not our passenger now."

Song Jiajia said, and saw a taxi coming on the road on the left, so she ignored the man and walked towards where Zhang Yang was standing with her small suitcase.

The car stopped, Zhang Yang opened the door and got in. Song Jiajia glared at Zhang Yang who was sitting in the car angrily. Looking back, she saw that the annoying man was also coming over, gnashing her teeth and taking two quick steps, opening the door of the back seat of the taxi, throwing her small suitcase in first, and then twisting her little butt and sitting in.

If Song Jiajia wasn't still wearing the uniform of a stewardess, the taxi driver would have thought that the two of them were together. But now it was obvious that the two of them were not traveling together, so the driver looked at Zhang Yang inquiringly. Because Zhang Yang was the one who got into the car first, and he didn't know if the two people were on the same road, the driver must ask Zhang Yang for his opinion.

Zhang Yang smiled silently and asked directly without looking back: "Song Jiajia, where are you going?"

"Where do you care I am? Hey, how do you know my name?" Song Jiajia was already angry, but when she heard the person in front of her call out her name, she couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"Um...I heard your colleague calling you just now at the airport." Zhang Yang was talking nonsense. But Song Jiajia couldn't remember whether this was the case. Hearing this, he clenched his fists, as if he wanted to sneak a punch at this bastard who remembered his name. However, looking out the car window, the man had his face pressed against the car window and shouted angrily: "Drive, take me to the 301 Hospital."

The driver glanced at Zhang Yang again, and Zhang Yang nodded silently. The 301 Hospital was not far from Mr. Li's residence, so it was not impossible to go to him first to see him.

Since the little beauty pouted and kept getting angry, Zhang Yang and the driver didn't chat with each other along the way. The three of them sat in a car as silently as a pool of stagnant water until they arrived in front of the 301 Hospital. The driver parked the car quietly and asked Song Jiajia She got off the car with the small suitcase. When she was leaving, she turned around and glared at Zhang Yang who was sitting in the front row. Then she stepped on high heels, twisted her sexy lower buttocks, and walked into the hospital door with the small suitcase. .

"Uh-" The driver looked at Zhang Yang sitting next to him and shook his head: "She didn't pay for the car."

Zhang Yang snorted dejectedly: "Let's go, Yuquan Mountain." Alas, this is not just ordinary unlucky. First, he was glared at a few times, and then he had to pay the car payment for others. Why? Who am I not you?

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