The ace patron saint of female presidents

"Pan, there's a bad saying among flower growers that people should keep their tea cold. It's not right for you to do so..."

Country F, in an apartment-style office building on the banks of the Seine River, in a mercenary company, Saier, a curly-haired old Western man with a sad face, followed closely behind a Chinese man to persuade him.

Outside the open office door, seven or eight civil servants with apprehensive faces gathered one after another. With hope in their eyes, they silently watched the Chinese man, waiting for the future of the company to be announced.

The man with the pot head is very young, with star eyes and sword eyebrows, and a sharp face. He is about 23 or [-] years old.

With a height of 1.8 meters [-], long legs, and a perfect body with undressed flesh, even in a foreign country with completely different aesthetic concepts, she is still very attractive to women.

Seeing that he kept packing his personal belongings, Sell was anxious: "Pan, our company is Ye's painstaking effort, and here is his dream. Everyone is sad that Ye is gone, but we should realize his dream for him. ..."

Pan An paused, raised his head and said, "I received a delayed email from Brother Ye this morning. He asked me to go back to China to help with a very important matter. Saier, I'm very sorry..."

After packing up his things, he turned around and gave the disappointed old man a bear hug, and patted him on the back forcefully with both hands: "Sell, there is no feast that lasts forever, thank you for taking care of us in the foreign army! "

……

At dusk, an international flight bound for Shanghai took off and quickly jumped into the golden clouds.

The beautiful scenery outside the window attracted many passengers to flock to the window to take pictures with surprise on their faces.

Suddenly, Pan An, who was squinting and sleeping to recharge his batteries, moved his ears slightly...

"Yes, what you said is correct. No matter where you are, you are sleeping. It is not a problem to change the seat. But the window seat that people bought with money, is it because I need it more? You can't spoil me like this , I am afraid that I will be spoiled unknowingly, and eventually become what you hate..."

The light words full of reason came from the neighbor, and Pan An couldn't help but slightly opened his eyelids.

He saw a mobile phone held up in front of him by a selfie stick, and the camera was facing the golden auspicious clouds in the sky outside the window.

It's not taking pictures or photography, but live broadcasting.

He glanced at the phone screen, and found that the floating subtitles scrolled extremely fast, and all kinds of gifts came out continuously, and there were eye-catching marks with hundreds of combos among them.

I couldn't help but click my tongue secretly: Is this the so-called money-absorbing female anchor?

Due to the fact that the content of the anchor's style reviews that he came into contact with on weekdays was not good, Pan An did not turn his head to look at the other's appearance.

Rather than seeing a fake face of a snake spirit with heavy makeup, it is better to leave a good impression of the other party's light and melodious voice, as well as being knowledgeable and reasonable.

So he narrowed his eyes again, and said casually: "Girl, please try to avoid me from being in the mirror, thank you!"

Maybe it's just a matter of habit. After living in country F for seven or eight years, Pan An didn't even know that it was written in F.

Surprisingly, the hostess not only understood it, but also replied him with a very authentic F text: "Okay sir, I will pay special attention to this point, please rest assured! I am very sorry if this has caused you any inconvenience, Thank you for your understanding and tolerance!"

Pan An didn't realize this until she explained the meaning of the dialogue to the fans in the live broadcast room, and felt that she had to look at the other party squarely to show respect.

It was a very iconic melon-seeded face. The outstanding features were in harmony with the soft facial contours, making this girl very beautiful and bright.

She was wearing a sky blue long-sleeved jewel skirt, which set off her complexion as white as jade. Her wavy hair was tied into a ponytail with a bow and placed on her chest, but it couldn't hide her full breasts...

Pan An subconsciously deduced: "This pair of babies is at least D!"

Liu Xinnian looked into those big watery eyes and asked in confusion, "Sir, what did you say?"

Pan An calmly changed the subject: "I'm sorry girl, I've been here for seven or eight years, and I just forgot to use my mother tongue!"

"Oh, it doesn't matter!" Liu Xinnian smiled: "When I returned from studying in country y, I would subconsciously gossip with people, and it took a long time to completely correct myself."

The brief communication between the two caused Liu Xinnian, who has the No.1 gas, the number one beauty, the number one talented woman and many other names in the country, to completely blow up the pot in the live broadcast room.

All kinds of floating subtitles scolding Pan An for being xenophobic, or deliberately showing off, or even trying to strike up a conversation, are constantly popping out.

There are also many Tianxiu subtitles that retell the statement that Pan An tried to cover up the past, and explain the connotation for Liu Xinnian.

When Liu Xinnian saw it, she was very embarrassed.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of the two of them from being seen by Pan An, Liu Xinnian was about to forcibly terminate the live broadcast, but the airplane broadcast sounded first.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am very sorry to inform you of the bad news. From now on, this flight will be under the control of the Global Alliance Front! Please stay calm and quiet in your seats..."

"Oh, I bought Karma..."

The Westerners among the passengers immediately panicked, while most of the Eastern-faced passengers remained skeptical: "The airline must be out of their minds, making such a joke..."

Someone else complained loudly: "This joke is not funny at all!"

In an instant, the cabin was full of noise.

Liu Xinnian was a little stunned: "Today doesn't seem to be April Fool's Day, does it?"

Pan An didn't respond, he frowned slightly, and listened attentively to what was still going on on the radio.

"After the broadcast, you have 5 minutes of free time to talk to your family members. After 5 minutes, we will block the signal of the plane..."

Finally, the person warned coldly: "We are the front of the global alliance, not terrorists. Even if the negotiation fails, we will save a life for everyone. Don't try to approach the cockpit for any reason, otherwise I will take everyone to see God!"

This method is very in line with the consistent style of the Global Alliance Front Organization!
After confirming this point, Pan An couldn't help cursing with an ugly face: "This group of psychopaths are so fucking annoying!"

"Is—really?"

Seeing this, Liu Xinnian's pretty face turned pale, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably. Subconsciously, she grabbed Pan An's arm and asked in a panic, "What should we do now? Should we call the police?"

In the live broadcast room, someone had already translated this passage intermittently, and the barrage instantly went crazy.

Passerby fans who are not familiar with Liu Xinnian's character are asking whether the hijacking is serious, but most of the fans are already worried about Liu Xinnian's safety.

Only those black fans who have been lurking in Liu Xinnian's live broadcast room waiting for an opportunity to set the rhythm, or who specialize in posting yin and yang barrages and disgusting fans of Shen Hao in the live broadcast room, decided that this was a special effect of the show, and took decisive action...