Chapter 129 Use a flight attendant to stop itching

Beijing's airport is no longer in Fan Wubing's eyes. Since the completion of Panshi Airport, his appetite has become much bigger. Such a large modern airport will not be left behind in any country in the world.

Fan Airlines' planes are tattooed with golden phoenix patterns, which looks very pleasing to the eye. Fan Airlines' flight attendants have two types of clothes that lock on the plane. One is a professional women's suit, similar to most airlines' outfits, stand-up suits, short skirts, stockings, and the other is the cheongsam suit unique to Fan Airlines. The red base is embroidered with a whole phoenix pattern, giving people a very elegant feeling.

The flight that Fan Wubing took was a small Boeing company. It had more than a hundred seats in total, and it was also full of passengers. This was because the highway network around Panshi is relatively developed. People from several provinces and cities around like to spend an hour or two to take a bus to Panshi to take a plane. This can save at least more than a day and people will not feel too tired. Therefore, Fan's Airline's business on its short-haul flight route is quite good.

After getting on the plane, the flight attendants began to deliver food to passengers. There seemed to be some special considerations about delivering food. Perhaps it was not just to take care of the passengers' stomachs from the threat of hunger, but more so that the flight attendants could increase contact and communication with passengers, so that some inexperienced passengers could calm the fear of some inexperienced passengers and quickly adapt to this flying life.

"Well, get me some orange juice with ice and two more pieces of Shaqima." Fan Wubing was not so stingy that he didn't eat because the plane was his own. He asked for something from the passing flight attendant, and then took a magazine on the plane and looked through it.

Because the VCD discs have not been launched yet, there are no preparations for this on the plane. There are discs that can play CD records. However, Fan Wubing is not very interested in these music, and listening to them will only make him drowsy, so he chose to read magazines.

In addition to some more representative magazines in China, there are also some foreign magazines from Hong Kong, Taiwan and overseas. The ones with pictures and texts can meet the needs of passengers of different races. Before the passengers are registered, the flight attendants will arrange the corresponding magazine types according to the registration information on the ticket to meet everyone's requirements as much as possible.

"Sir, you want to add ice orange juice and Shaqima. If you have any other needs, please feel free to give me instructions." A gentle stewardess came to Fan Wubing's side and placed the plate of food in front of him.

Fan Wubing nodded and said, "Thank you, there is nothing left for the time being."

"Is this kind of food delicious?" Sitting next to Fan Wubing was a French female student. She was preparing to go to Xi'an for inspection this time. On the way, she wanted to go to Panshi to see the new airport, so she chose the route of transit. When she saw Shaqima in Fan Wubing's plate, she felt a little curious, so she asked.

"This is a sweet food, you can try it." Fan Wubing forked it with a fork and handed it to her.

The female international student tasted it and thought it was pretty good, so she expressed her gratitude to Fan Wubing, "Thank you, I learned about a kind of Chinese delicacy again."

Fan Wubing stopped for a moment and pressed the summoning button in front of him. Soon a flight attendant came to him, "Sir, the plane is climbing. Do you have any needs?"

"Do you have itchy? My back is itchy, I don't know what's wrong-" Fan Wubing looked innocently at the flight attendant with a beautiful appearance and said to her.

Itchy and scratching?! The flight attendant stopped and was speechless for a moment, thinking that the airline would be equipped with such a rare thing in a century? We are on the plane, not a grocery store! However, the flight attendant thought about the company's training charter and how to deal with all kinds of sudden and unreasonable requests, so she said calmly, "Sorry, we are not equipped with such tools on the plane. But if you feel that your body is really itchy, I can scratch it for you."

"Then I'm sorry, I'm so embarrassed. It's really itchy." Fan Wubing was thick-skinned and leaned forward, pointing his back and said, "Remember not to be too strong, otherwise it will scratch the skin, and don't be too gentle, otherwise it won't relieve the itch."

The flight attendant didn't expect that Fan Wubing was so shameless and actually bent down to make her tickle. If she followed her temperament, she would definitely use her long nails to scratch his back with her back. Unfortunately, this was on the plane. The company's teaching was to have good relationships with passengers and provide good service. Even if the passenger's request was a bit unreasonable, she should come up with solutions as much as possible without affecting her personal dignity.

As for the tickling issue, does it affect personal dignity? The flight attendant looked at Fan Wubing. A very handsome and elegant young man was definitely not older than him. His clothes were very delicate. At first glance, he was a person with status and wealth, at least a yamen. There was no need for him to offend him because of such a thing, which would cause disputes and be punished by the company.

So the flight attendant asked in detail, "Sir, are you scratching here?" He pressed Fan Wubing's shirt with one hand and moved back and forth.

"Well, on the left, it's too left, um, a little above, a little harder-" Fan Wubing directed the flight attendant and tickled him.

After a few minutes of tossing, Fan Wubing winked and said, "I'm really troubled you. I think I'm probably allergic, otherwise how could it be so itchy? Is there any ingredients in the food you provide that are prone to skin allergies?"

The flight attendant shook his numb fingers and thought to himself that he had come to make trouble, otherwise there would be so many problems? So he replied, "Sir, I rarely heard that anyone is allergic to orange juice? We really don't know your physical condition. Have you had a history of allergies before? There are medications for treating allergies on the plane. Did you bring them to you?"

"That's the best. Please take it and get some ice packs for me. I think I need a cold compress to relieve itching." Fan Wubing looked grateful.

The flight attendant turned around and walked back into the cabin, searching for medicine in the medicine box for allergies. Someone next to him asked, "Xiao Min, why are you so busy?"

"There is a boy who has a lot of things. He wants to eat, ask me to tickle him, and then he says that he may be food allergic. Am I looking for him for allergic drugs?" Xiao Min replied helplessly.

"I guess it's a thorny passenger?" Another flight attendant guessed, "I used to hear that there were often some perverts on the plane, and they were specifically looking for excuses to get close to the flight attendants. Is this person the same--"

Xiao Min said after a moment of nervousness, "No, I think he may be less than eighteen years old."

"That's the little pervert, Xiao Min, you must be more careful!" the flight attendant said with confidence.

After hearing everyone's opinions, the flight attendant named Xiao Min looked a little confused, but the medicine should still be given. What if someone is really allergic?

So she trembled and handed the medicine over and the ice pack to Fan Wubing, and then distanced herself, thinking that in broad daylight, he shouldn't be able to do anything too much, right?

Under her gaze, Fan Wubing took the allergic medication, then picked up the ice bag, and when he was about to put it in, he felt something was wrong, so he said, "Who is easy to get everywhere here? Can you help me and go to the bathroom to get this?"

When Xiao Min heard this, it seemed that this was the case, so she took Fan Wubing to the bathroom and prepared to apply an ice bag to him to relieve itching.

As a result, as soon as Fan Wubing entered, he took off his upper body's clothes without any worries.

"Ah--" Xiao Min shouted softly, her face flushed. She didn't expect that this passenger was so uncultured. She thought it would be better for her to quit.

"Hey, don't run away, how can I do it if you run away alone?" Fan Wubing said with a smile.

"Ah! Pervert-" Xiao Min was so scared that she ran away by Fan Wubing. No matter how she saw Fan Wubing's smile, there was something evil inside.

"Where is the pervert?!" Several flight attendants immediately ran over with their tools and asked Xiao Min in a hurry.

"In the bathroom--" Xiao Min pointed to the bathroom and replied timidly.

It turned out to be a pervert in the bathroom! Several flight attendants immediately gathered around, holding tools, and preparing to catch the pervert. They thought they had only heard of some perverts who liked to bully the flight attendants in the bathroom of the plane. They didn't expect that we would encounter such scum on the plane. We really need to teach him a lesson and then send it to the public security organs to do the law, so that we can set an example!

Fan Wubing was tidying up his clothes in the bathroom. He just wanted to test the service quality of Fan's airline flight attendants on his own plane. However, although he had a good attitude, his ability to adapt to it still needs to be improved. When they encounter something like today, they only need two flight attendants to handle it at the same time, so there will be no problem. How could they be as embarrassed and fearful as Xiao Min now? It seems that the relevant training still needs to be carried out.

However, he was considering this matter, and the door was pushed open. Several flight attendants surrounded him in the bathroom with various tools.

"You--" Fan Wubing looked at the flight attendants who should be his subordinates with a little amused and cried, and after a long time of rushing out a sentence, "Do you have the hobby of visiting boys?"

"Battle-" It's okay if he didn't say that, but after he said that, the flight attendants rushed to attack him.
Chapter completed!