Landing On My Heart

Chapter 31: Gate 31

Chapter Thirty One

The fast-moving cars raised dust on the viaduct, and the sun reflected from the windows was particularly dazzling.

There is a faint scent in the car.

Ruan Sixian sniffed, and was a little curious about where the smell came from. There was no incense in front of the car seat, there was nothing on the rearview mirror, and there was nothing in the locker next to it.

Her gaze gradually searched the driver's seat, and Fu Mingyu stopped at the red light and looked at her.

Ruan Sixian: "..."

With her eyes set, she turned her face away and looked forward indifferently.

She began to think about why she sat in his co-pilot.

He must have been fainted by the sun and fainted by Fu Mingyu.

This man was too shameless and blocked her at the door of World Airline. There were people coming and going at noon. She didn't get in the car and he didn't leave. He just let the staff who came and went watch.

He has a dignified director and a future president, how can this be!

"I am not angry because of you today." Ruan Sixian decided to take the initiative to speak, otherwise Fu Mingyu would have to think more, "The weather is too hot, I am irritable, and I have this temper for everyone."

Fu Mingyu gave a faint "Oh".

Ruan Sixian frowned and looked at him: "Really."

Fu Mingyu still has no expression fluctuations on his face, "Well, I see."

But why Ruan Sixian didn't believe him so much?

What is going on with this person, do you just like others to be angry with him?

Ruan Sixian suffocated his breath and looked at him with eyes open, but he didn't react.

After holding himself for a long time, Ruan Sixian chose to shut up without letting the other party fart.

She knew that she was going to speak again at this time, maybe he was taken into the pit again.

There was silence in the car for a while, and Fu Mingyu suddenly asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Ruan Sixian said blankly: "Oh, I'm thinking about getting a driver's license as soon as possible."

So as not to be dragged into the co-pilot because of no car.

How could Fu Mingyu couldn't hear what she meant.

Take a driver’s license and drive by yourself, lest he use this reason to pester her forcibly.

I don't know if she had such thoughts when she got into Yan'an's car.

"Ruan Sixian, where am I worse than Yanan?"

Ruan Sixian looked at him inexplicably, "What are you doing suddenly mentioning him?"

Fu Mingyu narrowed his eyes.

He actually didn't want to ask such questions.

He never even thought of comparing himself with Yan'an.

Have also been rejected--

"How can you talk to him calmly, and let him drive you, I can't?"

He turned his head and looked at Ruan Sixian, "What is the difference between me and him?"

Of course it is different.

This sentence almost blurted out, but fortunately Ruan Sixian temporarily braked the car.

But where is it different?

Fu Mingyu would definitely ask her, but she didn't know how to answer.

It's not the same anyway.

Just stopping at a red light, Fu Mingyu stopped the car and looked straight at Ruan Sixian, waiting for her to say the following.

Ruan Sixian twitched her lips and said, "You are more handsome than him, are you comfortable?"

Fu Mingyu slowly retracted his eyes, the green light in front of him turned on, and he stepped on the accelerator.

The car drove out, and the scene in front of me quickly reversed.

Then Ruan Sixian heard him say lightly: "Oh, so you are afraid that you are tempted?"

"..."

"Fu! Ming! Yu!"

It seems that the people around him have reached the limit of patience again, and they will explode after another poke.

When she said this, she knew she would be angry, but Fu Mingyu heard her reaction, and there was a hint of inexplicable joy in his heart.

He faintly curled the corners of his lips and stopped talking.

Ten minutes later, the car slowly stopped downstairs.

Ruan Sixian didn't thank Fu Mingyu when he got out of the car, but he didn't care, anyway, he insisted on sending her home.

Fu Mingyu sat in the car and watched her strode into the lobby until she disappeared into the elevator.

The phone rang suddenly, and Fu Mingyu glanced at it. It was a message from Zheng Youan, asking him if he wanted to see the photos taken today.

Ruan Sixian's picture?

Fu Mingyu replied: Good.

After receiving this news, Zheng Youan put himself in the darkroom.

Although film cameras have been discontinued one after another, Zheng Youan still recognizes the color restoration and image clarity of film cameras, so the darkroom still exists as a holy place in her heart.

She has high requirements for photography. Fortunately, the conditions at home are excellent, and she can stand up to whatever she makes. The cameras at home are piled like mountains.

And her grades are not bad. When she was 13 years old, her family held a photography exhibition for her. She went to study abroad when she was 15 years old. She took many works in seven years, and she won many awards. Her father is also proud of her. Everyone has to tell her about her achievements, and friends often ask her to take pictures of herself, and her eyes are full of admiration.

Even the teacher has hardly criticized her work.

The self-confidence that she developed since childhood made her more strict with her work. Even if she was only shooting a promotional video this time, she would shoot it as an art film.

But what did Fu Mingyu say?

"It's really not so good."

It has been so long, Zheng Youan still feels uncomfortable when he thinks of this sentence.

I said that I didn't shoot well by myself because it was modest. If you said I didn't shoot well, it was blindness.

The more she thought about it, the less convinced she became, and the soothing music in the darkroom could not ease her mood.

When the photos came out, she admired them alone for a long time.

You Shihang has never seen such an artistic promotional photo.

Absolutely not.

After sending the scanned high-resolution photos to Bo Yang's mailbox, Zheng Youan quietly waited for Fu Mingyu's evaluation.

However, after half an hour, the other party did not respond.

Zheng Youan couldn't help but sent another message asking: Brother Ming Yu, have you read it?

At this time Fu Mingyu had just returned to Shihang.

On the table is the "List of Negative Applications of Flight Data" just drafted. This is his most important work recently.

After seeing Zheng Youan's news, Fu Mingyu replied "Wait a minute, I am busy" and went to the conference room.

For the first time to convene a meeting on reforming flight quality monitoring, the shareholder representatives sitting below all came with objections.

The meeting lasted seven hours.

When Fu Mingyu walked out of the meeting room, it was already dark.

Bai Yang followed behind him and said, "Fu Dong just called to ask about today's meeting. Will you call me back now?"

"No hurry." Fu Mingyu walked to his office, "You don't need to report to him before the result comes out."

After sitting in the office, Fu Mingyu took off his coat, put his arms on the backrest, and lazily looked at the neon lights outside the French windows.

After the various quarrels that filled his mind slowly dissipated, Fu Mingyu rubbed his brow bones and suddenly remembered something.

"Bo Yang, did Miss Zheng send new photos today?"

Boyang nodded and said, "I sent it over a long time ago, do you want to read it now?"

Fu Mingyu: "Yeah."

The photos sent by Zheng Youan are very large, and it took Bo Yang a long time to decompress them.

While waiting, he dragged his chin to look at the progress bar, his eyes seemingly unclosed.

I really want to tell Ms. Zheng that I just need to send Ruan Sixian's picture, anyway, their daily manager Fu has no energy to look at other people.

Twenty minutes later, Boyang showed the photos sent by Zheng Youan on the monitor in the office.

Fu Mingyu sat on the sofa in a relaxed posture, holding the remote control, and flipping through a few photos that he didn't even want to see, he jumped directly to the catalog and directly selected Ruan Sixian's photos.

Bai Yang thought blankly on the side: Sure enough.

I don't know how long it has passed, and Boyang is about to enter the time, and Fu Mingyu slid through other photos at will.

But a few seconds later, he turned back to Ruan Sixian's photo.

This time I don’t know how long it will take.

Boyang wants to get off work.

He stepped forward and said, "Do you need me to send these photos to your phone?"

Fu Mingyu raised his gaze and stared directly at Boyang.

Boyan suddenly became sober, and there was no sleepiness.

However, in the next second, he heard Fu Mingyu say a word.

"it is good."

At the same time, Fu Mingyu turned on the phone, and dozens of messages poured in instantly.

He scanned it roughly, automatically ignoring the insignificant ones, but was a little curious when he saw Zheng Youan sent him several messages in succession.

Six hours ago.

"Did you watch it? What do you think?"

Four hours ago.

"Brother Ming Yu?"

Two hours ago.

"Mr. Fu? Did you watch it?"

Ten minutes ago.

"Mr. Fu, you can take a look at it and make comments."

Seeing that she was so eager, Fu Mingyu recalled those photos again.

The selected frame, shooting angle, and frame structure of the photo are all distinctive, and the light is also very clever.

But more than exquisite, the momentary atmosphere is insufficient.

In summary, it is a group of very delicate portrait works, but as a promotional film, it turns the cart before the horse.

But this is not important, it's just about enrollment promotion, and it doesn't matter if it is used to practice Zheng Youan.

Fu Mingyu got up with his coat, ready to go home, and at the same time gave Zheng Youan a brief reply.

"Okay."

Zheng Youan didn't reply to this news.

When getting on the bus, the driver asked Fu Mingyu where he was going back.

Fu Mingyu closed his eyes, "Mingchen Apartment."

The night is dense, the lights are blazing, the windows are closed, and the inside of the car is quiet and cool.

Fu Mingyu untied his tie and slept for a while, then naturally opened his eyes when he was about to arrive at Mingchen's apartment.

When he tilted his head slightly and looked out the window, he suddenly said, "Stop."

Ruan Sixian moved here for a few months, but has not been able to understand the surrounding environment well. Until tonight I wanted to cook for myself and opened the map to find a supermarket, only to find a pedestrian street two or three kilometers nearby.

She took a shower and went out slowly, but before people entered the supermarket, she saw a long line at the entrance of a sixtieth fan shop.

Walked over there, the fragrance was attractive.

Ruan Sixian stopped unconsciously and stood at the back of the team.

With such a fragrant sixtieth fan, what else do you do?

She had been in line for almost 20 minutes, and the line had moved less than two meters, and she looked at it with her toes. The store was preparing to take out again.

Ruan Sixian touched her stomach and began to think about whether or not to forget, she starved to death after waiting.

Just then, the phone rang.

When she opened it, it turned out to be a message from Fu Mingyu.

[Fu Mingyu]: Have dinner together?

As soon as his name appeared, it evoked the situation in the car in the morning.

Ruan Sixian still thinks something is wrong when thinking about it now.

She couldn't tell why he was different from Yan'an.

She also wanted to know why she just couldn't talk to Fu Mingyu calmly.

Even when Fu Mingyu said "Are you afraid of your heart?", she found that she was really scared.

This feeling was too irritating, and she didn't want to feel the atmosphere anymore.

[Ruan Sixian]: No, I have eaten it.

After returning the news, Ruan Sixian exhaled.