Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1388 Qiu Yihe's Conjecture

Push back and forth while kneeling.

Zhao Yihan's voice sounded very calm, as if there was no disturbance at all.

Her expression was as natural as usual, and she was even arranging the tableware on the dining cart in an orderly manner, making it impossible to tell that there was anything unusual.

However, Qiu Yihe didn't know why, but he always felt that there seemed to be a subtle feeling hidden in Zhao Yihan's tone.

Am I really overthinking it?

Qiu Yihe laughed dryly, lowered his head and took a sip of milk tea, and said casually: "You are still responsible for this kind of service, it's really not easy."

Zhao Yihan explained lightly, "This is a new high-end service launched by China Southern Airlines, specially provided for VIP customers on long-distance flights. It mainly uses professional massage techniques to relieve shoulder and neck fatigue caused during the flight. Do you want to experience it? If you need, I can also serve you."

After he finished saying this, a series of "beep beep" sounds suddenly rang out.

Looking down at the pager on his waist, the expression on Zhao Yihan's face changed slightly in an instant.

My legs even felt weak for a moment.

Calling myself suddenly, what does this mean?

Seeing Qiu Yihe staring at him suspiciously, Zhao Yihan quickly adjusted his mood.

A professional smile reappeared on his face, and he said, "Sorry, Miss Qiu, Mr. Jiang is calling me, I need to go over first."

"Is there something wrong?"

Zhao Yihan didn't know how to answer this question.

She paused for a moment and then continued, "Maybe I need help adjusting the massage chair or changing the hot towel." She said this lightly, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Just as he finished speaking, the pager on his waist suddenly rang again.

Noticing that Qiu Yihe's eyes were on the pager on her waist, her heart beat faster.

In order to make it sound more natural, Zhao Yihan gritted his teeth and answered the pager.

"What's wrong? I'm in the cabin." Her voice was a little low, as if she was trying her best to hide her inner anxiety.

Hearing Zhao Yihan's reminder, Chen Jiaxue on the other end of the pager immediately bit her lower lip.

Try to calm yourself down.

Stop pushing

Adjusting his breathing, he said, "Sister Yihan, can you bring in the massage oil for me? And bring in a hot towel, thank you for your hard work. I'm almost done here...ah..."

For some reason, Chen Jiaxue couldn't help but scream out twice.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Yihan's face turned red, her breathing stagnated, and she froze in place.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.

"Sure enough... they are really..."

"Chen Jiaxue, this bitch! How dare she..."

"Wait, if that's the case, then what does the pager mean when it calls me in?"

"Could it be... Young Master Jiang wants to..."

Or was it that Chen Jiaxue was deliberately provoking him? ?

Seeing Qiu Yihe's eyes widened and staring at his pager.

Zhao Yihan asked with gritted teeth: "What's wrong with you?"

"No...ah, it's okay, I just pressed it for too long and my fingers suddenly cramped. It hurts a little, ahhh!!"

When Wang Sheng and other bodyguards heard these words.

Their movements were almost synchronized.

He silently reached into his pocket, pulled out the earphones, and quickly put them into his ears.

Then, they began to listen to the songs playing on their phones quietly, as if nothing had happened.

In sharp contrast to the calmness of others, Zhao Yihan's heart seemed to be swept by a storm and was in a panic.

He suppressed his uneasiness and tried to keep his expression calm, even revealing a hint of a smile, trying his best to pretend to be indifferent.

"Okay, I understand. You must be tired after pressing for so long. I'll go in and take over from you now. Miss Qiu is looking for you and wants to ask you about milk tea."

After saying this, she hung up the phone without hesitation, without even giving the other party a chance to respond.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yihan immediately turned and looked at Qiu Yihe.

The smile on her face became a little stiff, and she said hurriedly: "Then I will go over to help first, and let Jiaxue come over to serve you later."

Hearing this, Qiu Yihe breathed a sigh of relief.

When Chen Jiaxue moaned twice, she actually had the wrong idea.

But Zhao Yihan's expression was too normal.

So much so that she felt that she might have watched too many melodramas recently.

Only then can you come up with those strange plots.

Just now when I got on the plane, according to Zhao Yihan’s introduction.

Unlike Chen Jiaxue, this was Zhao Yihan's first time serving Jiang Cheng.

If Chen Jiaxue and Jiang Cheng really have any other relationship.

That should be done behind closed doors.

Why would he ask her in so blatantly?

Zhao Yihan left the restaurant with a staggering step, carrying the food tray.

At this moment, she was standing in front of the door.

His fingertips were trembling slightly, and he seemed to have almost lost the strength to hold the door handle.

How could she not understand the meaning of Chen Jiaxue's suppressed gasps on the pager?

This was obviously done intentionally by Chen Jiaxue as a provocation to her.

That bitch is so arrogant.

Zhao Yihan took a deep breath, and his chest heaved violently.

Of course she knew what would happen when she went in.

But she couldn't refuse.

"…What am I hesitating about?" She curled the corners of her mouth in self-mockery.

From the moment she stepped onto the plane, she knew her chance had come.

A man like Jiang Cheng will never be short of women around him.

Either seize the opportunity or be eliminated.

Zhao Yihan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She looked down at the tray in her hands.

On top of it was a bottle of massage oil and a hot towel.

She bit her lower lip and finally raised her hand and knocked on the door gently.

"Mr. Jiang, it's me, Yihan." Zhao Yihan stood at the door and said softly.

"I've got the essential oils and towels."

Jiang Cheng's low voice came from inside the door: "Come in."

Zhao Yihan took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, a warm and moist fragrance hit her in the face, catching her off guard.

The aroma is a mixture of the fragrance of essential oils and a more ambiguous scent that makes people's heart beat faster.

Zhao Yihan's eyes subconsciously swept towards the center of the room, but when she saw the scene in front of her, her pupils suddenly contracted.

Jiang Cheng was half leaning on the massage chair, his shirt collar open, revealing his well-defined chest, with the lines of his muscles looming. His arms were lazily resting on the armrests, and he looked relaxed and a little lazy.

And Chen Jiaxue...

She was kneeling beside the massage bed, her champagne-colored uniform was open, and her pearl buttons fell to the ground.

Her long hair was messy and stuck to her face.

Her cheeks took on an unnatural color.

Her lipstick has already smudged

There was even a hint of moisture on her lips.

Zhao Yihan knew what that thing was at first sight.