The honey trap.

Song Qinghe hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to do it anyway. She had no other advantages.

Since I couldn't knock that person unconscious directly, I had no choice but to try using my feminine wiles.

Once we get this person away, things will be much easier.

Song Qinghe looked at the flight attendants who were busy pouring water everywhere, and made up her mind to do it this way.

First, she took out a small mirror and changed her makeup back on.

Erase the deliberately drawn-on spots, then wipe away the original dark foundation to reveal the original appearance.

Song Qinghe was busy with her work diligently, even trimming her eyebrows a few times.

It was fixed very quickly.

A beautiful face appeared in the mirror. Song Qinghe was quite satisfied with her appearance. She had a classic oval face, a cool and aloof temperament, and was gentle, dignified, and a typical lady from a well-to-do family.

It's a pity she lived in the wrong era; otherwise, she would have been a stunning beauty.

Song Qinghe glanced at herself for a moment, then tidied her hair, took out a hairpin to gather her disheveled hair, leaving a few stray strands, which made her look even more charming.

At the same time, she secretly unbuttoned one button at the collar, and her demeanor became completely different from that of the old-fashioned country girl.

Song Qinghe then picked up her lunchbox and the water glass on the table, got up and walked forward.

Splash—

The water glass and lunchbox were all poured over the sleeping man.

The man, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly stood up!

"what you do!"

"Are you trying to scald me to death?"

"Who are you...?"

The rest of the harsh words fell silent upon seeing Song Qinghe's gentle and charming face.

He was wrong; he said something rather unpleasant.

That's not how you should say it.

Song Qinghe looked innocent and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, the food truck was passing by just now, and I was careless."

As he spoke, he looked ahead.

The man followed her gaze and indeed saw a food truck that had just left.

Never mind, it must have been an accident.

Song Qinghe quickly followed up, "Why don't you go and tidy up first?"

"How much did your clothes cost? I can pay for them."

"I'm so sorry."

The man's eyes flickered slightly, his gaze towards her somewhat improper, and he asked ambiguously, "Oh, little sister, how do you plan to compensate me?"

Song Qinghe said sincerely, "You should go and sort things out first. We can discuss the specific compensation plan after you've finished sorting it out. I'll wait for you to come out here."

The man hesitated, his gaze falling on the nylon bags.

Song Qinghe said softly, "Oh, don't worry about the luggage, I'll keep an eye on it for you."

As for where it might go while watching, that's another story.

Song Qinghe was secretly eager to try, but her face remained sincere.

The man gave her a deep look, then glanced at the nylon bag on the ground, and figured she probably couldn't lift it either.

Moreover, they've made it so crudely that most people would have no idea what's inside.

It would be fine to ask her to watch it for me for a while.

There were originally six of them, but when they heard that one of the idiots had been arrested, the remaining four went to find out what was going on.

He was all alone here now, otherwise he wouldn't be dozing off out of boredom.