My Life Can Hang

The flight attendant that Chen Dongcheng saw when he got on the plane was not bad.

But with Song Meng here, let's save the girl and everything.

After the plane took off, the flight attendant handed over the menu.

Song Meng was so hungry that she didn't have time to eat breakfast.

"I want this, and..."

After ordering several items, the British stewardess kept smiling and recording.

When the flight attendant came over again, he served warmed nuts and poured two glasses of champagne for Chen Dongcheng and Song Meng.

Song Meng tasted the nuts and fed them a nut: "It's delicious, you can try it."

Chen Dongcheng opened his mouth with a smile, the taste was really okay.

The dinner was relatively slow, and the take-off was smooth and fast for an hour and a half before it came up.

Song Meng was so hungry that her stomach was growling. Seeing Chen Dongcheng snickering beside her, her stomach hurt.

"It's all you, otherwise I wouldn't be so hungry."

"So many snacks, if you don't eat them, you still blame me."

Song Meng said eloquently: "What's the matter, my stomach doesn't eat those snacks."

"For an air ticket of more than [-] yuan, if I don't eat dinner, how can I get it back?"

Chen Dongcheng shook his head: "Even if you eat for 24 hours, you may not come back after eating."

Passengers who buy first class, except for a few redeemed by flight.

Only those who care about the quality of life for enjoyment will do this.

Now that you have money, it is still necessary to let yourself live a better quality of life.

Chapter 123. 123 Rejection

Song Meng still listened to Chen Dongcheng's words and asked the flight attendant for some snacks.

Otherwise, if the dinner is not eaten, everyone will be starving.

Although the British Airways plane is a bit old, it still spends a lot of money to renovate the first class.

This 180° reclining seat, even a two-meter tall man can lie down comfortably.

Looking at the [-]-foot sky through the porthole makes me feel better.

At this time, the flight attendant came over.

He simply said a few words in English and lowered the porthole sunshade for Chen Dongcheng.

Chen Dongcheng's original English proficiency was only average.

However, the master-level English (7%) reproduced from Xie Jingyu, at this time, can communicate with flight attendants with ease.

"Sir, I need to help you set the table and set the dishes."

"Thank you."

Chen Dongcheng smiled and pointed to Song Meng: "My girlfriend is hungry now, please help her to serve first."

"of course."

The British flight attendant smiled and boasted: "Your English is very good, I think you should have studied in the UK before, and you have a very authentic London accent."

Chen Dongcheng smiled and nodded, thinking that the London accent was correct, but it was not me who studied abroad.

Song Meng looked at Chen Dongcheng and the flight attendant communicating in English with admiration in her eyes.

As a scumbag, she still admires good boys.

Of course, love is definitely not there.

The flight attendant helped Chen Dongcheng lay the table and set the tableware, and then came to Song Meng's side to provide the same service.

When it was time to serve, the flight attendant served Song Meng first as Chen Dongcheng said.

The other passengers in the first class were also gentlemen.

No one would mind serving a lady first.

"Wow, that's a good starter."

Song Meng tasted the mushroom silky thick soup with French whipped cream brought by the stewardess.

This dish is one that she is particularly interested in.

"If you drink too much, you will get tired." Chen Dongcheng reminded.

"understood."

Song Meng took a few sips, and the stewardess brought the main dish over.

The West Lake Vinegar Cod and Roasted Fungus Bran with Egg Fried Rice made Song Meng's appetite widen.

"good to eat."

Song Meng took a sip and quickly eliminated the two in surprise.

Seeing Chen Dongcheng cutting steak next to him, he leaned over and opened his mouth: "I want to eat steak."

Chen Dongcheng's main course is beef. Although the price is different, the beef is still very tender.

Cut off a small piece and feed it.

"One more piece."

Song Meng licked her tongue, feeling that she didn't have enough.

Chen Dongcheng simply handed his copy to Song Meng and signaled to the flight attendant for another copy.

This requirement of first class can still be met, and the amount of beef provided by itself is very small.

Chen Dongcheng prefers to eat Tomahawk steak, which tastes great and has enough weight.

In the UK, there are some western restaurants that can meet Chen Dongcheng's requirements.

Chen Dongcheng's dessert was chocolate hazelnut lemon juice, and a pot of mint tea.

Song Meng's dessert was vanilla ice cream, and after eating it, she was fascinated by Chen Dongcheng's piece of chocolate.

Chen Dongcheng took a few sips, and then handed over half of the chocolate left.

After Song Meng finished eating this half, she got up to move again.

Went to the kitchen of the plane and got some self-service fruit.

Chen Dongcheng was already drinking mint tea comfortably.

After opening the porthole sunshade and admiring the aerial view, I went to the bathroom with my toiletry bag.

When Chen Dongcheng returned to his seat, the flight attendant had already helped make the bed.

Chen Dongcheng smiled and expressed his gratitude.

Song Meng is already wearing noise-cancelling headphones and is watching Korean dramas with peace of mind.

"I'm tired, I'm going to bed first."

Chen Dongcheng said hello to Song Meng, who took off her headphones and nodded.

"Understood, I fell asleep after watching TV shows."

Almost eleven hours of flight, time is still very long.

Chen Dongcheng changed into his pajamas, and the quality of the pajamas provided on the plane was not bad.

Listen to soothing music and gradually fall asleep.

After five hours of sleep, Chen Dongcheng woke up.

Seeing that Song Meng, who was beside her, was sleeping soundly, she seemed to be muttering something.

This girl, she doesn't mutter to herself in her dreams, does she?

Chen Dongcheng thought about it for a while, watching Song Meng's sweet smile from time to time, he couldn't help laughing along.

Song Meng is like Chen Dongcheng's pistachio, irreplaceable in his heart.

Calling the flight attendant, Chen Dongcheng signaled that the flight attendant could prepare the meal.

I went to the bathroom with my toiletry bag and washed my face.

When returning to the seat, the flight attendant had already put away the quilt and adjusted the seat to suit Chen Dongcheng.

The table has also been laid, the champagne has been poured, and it is quietly placed in front of Chen Dongcheng.

"Thank you, you deserve it."

Chen Dongcheng took out 500 pounds and handed it to the flight attendant who was serving.

The stewardess was obviously taken aback, but she quickly reacted and thanked Chen Dongcheng: "Thank you for your generosity. Do you need any other services?"

Chen Dongcheng pointed to Song Meng and shook his head with a smile.

The flight attendant was obviously wrong, and whispered, "We can go to the bathroom. I think first class will be very safe at this time."

"No no no."

Chen Dongcheng waved his hand quickly, the flight attendant was a little disappointed.

However, he quickly adjusted his mood and brought the dishes ordered by Chen Dongcheng with a smile.

The most interesting thing for Chen Dongcheng is that the flight attendant also asked Chen Dongcheng if he was interested in his underwear.

Of course Chen Dongcheng refused.

This phenomenon does exist, even Chen Dongcheng has seen the news before.

In order to alleviate their financial distress, many British flight attendants supplement their income by selling old work clothes.