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Before boarding the plane, the two had a dispute. The content of the dispute was very simple——

When booking the ticket before, Zhao Qingling insisted on buying first class, but Cheng Che disagreed.

After picking up the tickets at the airport, Cheng Che found out that the squeamish capitalist young master had shamelessly bought two first-class tickets!

Cheng Che: "I trust you so I trust you to book the flight ticket. I promised to buy economy class. Why did you lie to me?"

Every time Cheng Che smiled, he looked very gentle.

But when he is not smiling, his eyes are sharp, even if he is not accusing, he looks serious.

Zhao Qingling's wife had a severe seizure, she was cowardly, and she switched to the dog's eyes in a second and began to show cuteness: "But it's a nine-and-a-half-hour flight, your legs are so long, you can't stretch them in economy class, it will be very uncomfortable. "

"It's not all said before, it's not a question of whether I feel uncomfortable or not."

"Our project is to build a high-quality boutique small group for civilians. The selling point is the high cost-effectiveness--as high-end hotels, food and services as possible within the price range of [-] to [-] to [-], not the kind of ultra-luxury local tyrants. !"

"The ticket prices for first-class and business class tickets are two to three times, and sometimes even four or five times, that of ordinary economy class tickets."

"Transnational flights are inherently expensive. First-class or business-class air tickets are generally tens of thousands of round-trip, plus hotel travel expenses, it can easily exceed [-]. Many people are willing to travel abroad for [-] to [-], but [-] For traveling, the general petty bourgeoisie’s acceptance is not so high.”

"Yes, yes, I know all of this." Zhao Qingling said in a low voice.

"But we don't have to experience the customer's experience every step of the way, do we?"

"How can you not experience it?" Cheng Che asked him seriously.

"Since we are serious about making products, of course we must understand the customer's experience personally at every step, and we must not slack off at all. Okay, I won't tell you, I'll see if I can change the ticket. It's still too late to change to ordinary economy class."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Qingling, but unexpectedly Zhao Qingling remained motionless.

"No, Cheche~ The seats in the economy class are uncomfortable, you'll buy the ticket even if you see it..."

Cheng Che let him go.

Slightly squinting his eyes, he looked a little angry: "Well, if you want to feel comfortable, go to the first class by yourself, and I will sit in the back alone."

After all, I dragged my luggage and didn't go back to the ticket exchange counter.

But the more he walked, the more he couldn't move.

... a little tricky.

When someone buys such an expensive ticket, it's not because they want to spend more money, or because they want to make both of them feel comfortable?In fact, Cheng Che didn't really think that Zhao Qingling had done something wrong.

It's just that at that moment just now, I was thinking about a lot of things.

Nine hours of economy class is normal for many ordinary people, but for the young master Zhao Qingling, it is a hard-fought suffering.

Yes, who made him a rich second generation with a golden spoon in his mouth, who made him always have a particularly high quality of life.

It's the same in daily life, food and clothing, everything should be the best.

Such a man of high taste.

Why do you choose to be blind and look at yourself who is not good enough?

Cheng Che stopped in his tracks, feeling extremely frustrated.

Do you think... you should immediately turn around and go back to apologize.

He never expected that his body would be lightened, and the whole body would be lifted up by the waist.

"Hey!"

"Hey Zhao Qingling! What are you doing?"

"Let go of me, what are you doing, luggage, luggage!"

The luggage was dragged by the young master who was following Young Master Zhao.

As for Cheng Che, Zhao Qingling carried him all the way into the first-class lounge. On the way, everyone was watching him, and he was ashamed and angry.

Fortunately, there were few people in the lounge, and finally no one was staring at him.

"you……"

He struggled to sit up, but Zhao Qingling pressed him firmly.

"You let go! What the hell are you..."

"Cheche, don't move, listen to me."

"Let go first!"

"I'm not the young master with a bad temper. You have a bad waist, I just... want you to lie down comfortably on the plane. "

"..."

"..."

"Don't be mad at me."

It wasn't until this moment that his male god finally showed a slightly aggrieved expression.It looks like a big dog kicked by its owner, with its ears drooping and obedient.

Cheng Che stopped struggling.

His waist was injured before, but when it didn't hurt, he always forgot about it.

He would forget, but Zhao Qingling did not.

And he misunderstood the other party's good intentions and even lost his temper and blamed him.

fuck...

My heart twitched violently.His fingertips dug into his palm, unable to speak.

I was so guilty that I couldn't hold my head up.

He wanted to reach out and touch Zhao Qingling, who looked miserable like a big dog.

He also felt that he was too twisted and fierce just now, and he didn't even have the face to touch others again.

On the contrary, it was Zhao Qingling who raised his palm obediently, and rubbed it obediently, as always with a heart-warming gentleness.

The author has something to say: Today is short, tomorrow is thick and long~