Taking Captain Fu's Flight

As Wen Qiao truly didn't wish to go to Munich, she procrastinated, and even up until the next day's afternoon, she still hadn't packed her clothes.

In the conference meeting room at Dongchuan Airlines, Fu Nanli had just completed an alcohol breath test. Compared to how he usually looked, he exuded an air of abstinence in his captain's uniform.

After Xu Shen handed a copy of the weather report to both him and Captain Cheng, Fu Nanli flipped through the pages with his slender, long fingers.

While Chief Stewardess Zhao Yuan was assessing several air stewardesses, He Qian would cast a glance over at the man seated opposite her from time to time.

Bzzt. Fu Nanli's phone vibrated. In a lowered voice he said, "I'll make a phone call."

Captain Cheng was extremely polite. "Aye, we're more or less ready here."

Fu Nanli picked up his phone and walked to the French windows, then dialed a number…

Wen Qiao, who was lying on a deck chair as she ate watermelon and scrolled through the bilibili site, was pondering over whether she should create an account to upload her music creations. Based on her capabilities, it shouldn't be a big problem for her to become a big boss in the music arena.

The phone suddenly vibrated. Upon seeing who the incoming caller was, Wen Qiao instantly bolted into an upright sitting position. "Hello…"

"Are you done packing your luggage?"

Wen Qiao stared half-heartedly at the watermelon in her hands. "Yes… I'm done packing."

"The car picking you up is already packed at the alleyway entrance near your home. Since you're done packing, leave the house now."

Wen Qiao was speechless.

Now?! Wen Qiao ran to the door and stuck her head out. Indeed, there was a shiny limousine parked at the alleyway entrance.

Did this Fu Nanli already guess that she would cook up some excuse not to go?

Since his chauffeur was already here and there was no means of escape, she could only say, "Okay… I'll go out right now."

Forget it, she decided to think of it as going on this trip as his personal bodyguard.

Wen Qiao speedily grabbed a few clothes from her wardrobe and stuffed them into her luggage. As she jogged out the house, she sent a voice message to Lu Youyou saying, 'Fu Nanli and I will be going on a trip to Germany. I'll tell my mom I'm going to summer camp with you. Don't give me away."

Lu Youyou quickly replied with a voice message 'Oh my Qiao, why is your excuse always summer camp?'

'You can't do me in again this time okay. Or else my mom is going to be worried sick.'

'Don't worry! Although my heart trembles a little when it comes to deceiving Young Master Fu, I'm perfectly capable of lying to your mother.'

Seated in the car, the sweltering heat was engulfed by the cool air instantly. Wen Qiao reached out a hand to touch the cold metal. Lowering her head, she saw that it resembled a monocular.

His call came through again.

"After you reach the airport, stand at boarding port number 85 and look through the French windows with the monocular. The aircraft number is D1005. At four in the afternoon, I will do an inspection of the aircraft."

"…Okay."

"You sound a bit reluctant. You don't wish to see how I look when I work?"

"How is that possible? I'm very keen on seeing how you look when you work. I'm sure you'll look professional and dashing. Aye, I can't wait."

"When we reach Germany it will be 8 pm local time and your seat is by the window. When we reach Germany, you can look outside the window. Due to different lifestyle habits in the past, the East Germans are used to using yellow lights, whereas the West Germans prefer white lights. You can deduce from the color of the lights which side is East Berlin and West Berlin…"

One could sense his earnest desire to show her the beautiful sceneries during the journey from his deep voice.

Wen Qiao, too, put aside her jesting manner and said solemnly, "Okay, I'll remember to look out the window."

"When we enter Germany, it will be announced over the system."

"Mm."

Several air stewardesses were whispering among themselves, "Who is Captain Fu talking to? His voice is so gentle."

"Probably his girlfriend. From what I saw the other day, I feel that the captain dotes on that girl very much."

"Ahhh so jealous!"

The chatter of the air stewardesses seemed to grate on her nerves as He Qian tightly clutched the notebook in her hands. All the while, she was gazing at the tall and well-built back view of the man before the French windows, feeling indignant and aggrieved.

Did Fu Nanli damage his brain during the car accident? Why did he take a fancy to that sort of girl?