Chapter 681 I’m Waiting for You on the Plane 1

After the plane flew smoothly, the beautiful flight attendant came over and asked, "Miss Cheng, what would you like to drink?"

"coffee."

"Mr. Yan told me that you drank two cups of coffee in the VIP lounge before boarding the plane. Drinking more coffee is not good for your health. Please change to something else."

She glanced at the flight attendant and said, "It's okay for someone named Yan. He even knew that I drank two cups of coffee in the lounge. I just want coffee now, not other drinks!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Cheng."

Cheng Yingxuan tried to soften her attitude, "Yan Shiting is not here anyway. He won't know what I drink. Go ahead and bring me a cup of coffee."

"I'm sorry, Miss Cheng." The flight attendant said the same thing, "No one dares to disobey Mr. Yan's orders."

"As a customer, if you don't serve the drink I ordered, aren't you afraid that I will be unhappy?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me." The flight attendant apologized quickly.

Cheng Xiaobao tugged on his mother's sleeve and said, "Mom, forget it, Uncle Yan is doing this for your own good."

"Hmph." Cheng Yingxuan snorted coldly, "Then give me a glass of boiled water."

"Okay." The flight attendant asked Cheng Xiaobao with a smile, "Young Master, what would you like to drink?"

"A glass of cloud with ice."

The flight attendant’s face was full of doubts, “There are no clouds on the plane…”

"How come there aren't any?" Cheng Xiaobao pointed to the layers of white clouds outside the plane window, "There are so many outside, just open the window and grab a handful for me."

The flight attendant's face stiffened, "Young master, if you can't catch the clouds outside, the cabin windows cannot be opened. In terms of air pressure, the air pressure at an altitude of 10,000 meters is only about 30% of that at sea level..."

Xiaobao took her words and said, "In terms of temperature, an altitude of 10,000 meters belongs to the bottom of the stratosphere. The temperature is above minus 50 degrees. The human body cannot adapt, right?"

"Young Master, it turns out you understand..." She was surprised.

Cheng Xiaobao glanced at her face and knew what she was thinking, "You thought he was just a naughty kid, right? Am I trying to make my mother happy?" He turned to Cheng Yingxuan and said, "My son was thinking on the plane. Chiyun, isn’t this joke funny at all?”

Cheng Yingxuan chuckled and said, "Baby, it turns out you are telling a joke."

"Huh." Xiaobao hummed, "Look at mom smiling so hard, it's just not funny."

"It's funny, it's funny." Cheng Yingxuan touched the little guy's tender face and said, "Don't be angry, mommy understands your feelings."

However, Yan Shiting is cool all day long, and even her son's joke-telling genes are not good.

"Two glasses of boiled water, please." Cheng Yingxuan said, and the flight attendant quickly said "yes".

"Mom, why do you want to drink boiled water?" The little guy stared at her expression, "You don't want to spend the minimum amount on the plane, and you don't want to owe Uncle Yan a favor."

"You can guess this too..." She felt that her son's mind was so sharp, he was really like his father.

"The flight is all booked, and the food on the plane is free. What's missing is a few drinks." Cheng Xiaobao disagreed, "You can still order whatever you want to eat or drink."

"OK." She also felt that she was being pretentious.

It's all Yan Shiting. He used to monitor her conversation with Xiaobao. I wonder if there is a monitor now?

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, it shouldn’t be possible, right?

As a result, all the plants and trees were in danger.

In the captain's cabin, except for a middle-aged American man in his fifties who was concentrating on flying the plane,