Landing On My Heart

Chapter Thirty Two

The fire at the door rumbling loudly, the hot stone pot burst into flames, and the smell of boiling filled the small storefront.

The waiter walked up to a table of leftover bowls neatly, grabbed a greasy rag and quickly wiped the table.

"What do you two have to eat?"

Ruan Sixian glanced at the menu on the wall and said: "Sour and hot fans of sixties, add more sixties."

The waiter looked at Fu Mingyu again, but his voice was not so crisp, "How about you?"

Fu Mingyu said lightly: "Same as her."

"Good!" The waiter raised his head and shouted towards the stove, "Two hot and sour sixties!"

Since Fu Mingyu walked in, Ruan Sixian could feel the surrounding eyes gradually focusing on him.

The shop is noisy and crowded, full of smoke and fire, and Fu Mingyu's temperament and indifferent expression are incompatible with the atmosphere here.

He didn't seem to be someone who would appear in such a place, but rather like the style of a movie playing on the TV in the corner of the store.

Ruan Sixian did not expect that he really came in.

Ten minutes ago, Ruan Sixian, who lied and was caught, looked at Fu Mingyu who walked to her with a calm expression and embarrassment. He heard him ask, "Didn't you eat it?"

Ruan Sixian said stiffly: "Supplements."

Fu Mingyu looked at the environment in the store and asked, "Would you like to change the place?"

Ruan Sixian still played the essence of the bar, "No, I will eat here."

After speaking, she wanted to stab him on purpose, and then said, "Mr. Fu, do you want to eat together?"

How could Fu Mingyu eat something worth more than a dozen yuan per bowl.

Besides, the environment here...it can't be said to be clean anyway.

Unexpectedly, he nodded, "Well, good."

So he stood quietly beside Ruan Sixian for ten minutes, and when the store called, he walked in with him.

Ruan Sixian felt that she had dug a hole for herself again.

Why can't Fu Mingyu eat anything she can eat?

Who is more noble than anyone or why?

But when two bowls of steaming sixtie fans were brought up, they smelled carefully, and the fishy smell of sixtieth and the sourness of vinegar were very pungent.

Ruan Sixian frowned when she saw Fu Mingyu on the opposite side.

Sure enough, I still couldn't speak.

Ruan Sixian directly picked up the small bowl, filled some soup, and took a sip, deliberately expressing an expression of feasting.

"It's delicious."

She looked at Fu Mingyu and raised her eyebrows at him, "President Fu, move the chopsticks, it's delicious."

She didn't believe that Fu Mingyu would really eat this stuff.

Sure enough, even though Fu Mingyu was sitting, he was half a meter away from the table. He wiped his spoon with a paper towel and served a small bowl of soup just like Ruan Sixian.

But when he picked up the bowl, he still couldn't speak.

The whole bowl is filled with a bad smell of spice. What is the oil floating on it?

He raised his eyes and met Ruan Sixian's sly gaze.

Putting down the bowl, he decided to change the subject.

"In November, the company will start enrolling students for the national tour pilot. Do you want to go?"

"What am I going to do?"

"Preach."

Ruan Sixian gave a "Oh" and picked out a sixtieth piece to eat.

"I'm just a co-pilot."

"It's okay." Fu Mingyu said, "There are female pilots' presentations to attract more girls to sign up."

Ruan Sixian suddenly raised her head and asked, "Why, do you still want to recruit more female pilots?"

"I never considered the gender of a pilot." His eyes slowly wandered on Ruan Sixian's face, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Of course, if it is a female pilot like you, I don't mind recruiting more."

Ruan Sixian sneered, "Want to get the moon first when you approach the water?"

Fu Mingyu didn't speak, and pushed a bottle at the table in front of Ruan Sixian.

"What are you doing?"

"You add more vinegar."

Why not write novels with so much imagination?

Ruan Sixian put the vinegar back in place, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, I never get jealous, I will vomit when I eat it."

Fu Mingyu nodded carelessly, but still didn't mean to move his chopsticks.

Ruan Sixian looked at him for a few seconds, took out the disinfectant wipes from her bag, wiped a pair of chopsticks carefully, and handed it to Fu Mingyu.

"Mr. Fu, eat it."

Fu Mingyu took the chopsticks, paused, and said, "I don't eat sixtieth."

"It's simple, Xiao Ruan will serve you."

Ruan Sixian smiled and pulled his bowl over, carefully picking up the sixtieth.

Although she knew she had no good intentions, Fu Mingyu smiled when her eyelashes flickered, her nose was sweaty, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

A few minutes later, all the sixties in Fu Mingyu's bowl ran into Ruan Sixian's bowl.

Ruan Sixian pushed the bowl back and looked at him with a smile, "Okay."

Fu Mingyu said "Oh", "I don't eat fans either."

"..."

"Fu Mingyu, do you find the fault?"

"I will vomit when I eat fans."

"good very good."

Ruan Sixian clapped her hands and applauded, "Those who don't know thought I was eating with the emperor."

Fu Mingyu didn't move his chopsticks until Ruan Sixian finished eating the sixtieth fans in front of him.

But before she put down her chopsticks, she went to pay.

A total of 36 yuan, Fu Mingyu gave the boss a one hundred.

"keep the change."

"Hey, you eat well."

The boss had borrowed money and laughed, but in his heart he thought that rich people would really **** find fun.

Fu Mingyu turned around and waved to Ruan Sixian.

"gone."

Ruan Sixian looked at him badly, wiped her mouth slowly, and got up reluctantly.

At this time, the pedestrian street is still very lively, pedestrians come and go, but the footsteps are very leisurely.

The colorful neon lights and loud music complemented each other, and there were girls selling at street stalls by the side of the road, all of which slowed the passage of time.

"How much did it cost?"

Ruan Sixian asked.

"You want to give me money?"

"Yes indeed."

"No need to."

Fu Mingyu continued to move forward.

Ruan Sixian was one step behind, and pouted behind him.

A fan with dozens of dollars in sixties was told by him a sense of pretense that he had invited the full seat of the man but did not care.

But the next second, he heard him say with a smile: "You all said that I am a pig farm."

——Where can I collect your money?

Ruan Sixian held his breath on the spot.

Two seconds later, she still couldn't hold back.

"Fu! Ming! Yu!"

Fu Mingyu turned around and said lightly: "What's the matter? Not full?"

Ruan Sixian didn't know how he resisted killing Fu Mingyu in the street.

Is it restraint?

Is it a tutor?

No, a harmonious society under the rule of law restricted her.

Ruan Sixian's footsteps were so fast that she almost trot, but Fu Mingyu could easily catch up with her.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." He grabbed Ruan Sixian's wrist, "Seriously, will you go to the tour enrollment? It will start on November 11. The first stop is your alma mater."

Ruan Sixian was angry and didn't even notice that he said the word "Alma Mater".

"No! Double Eleven I just want to buy your life at a discount!"

"Oh?"

Fu Mingyu's expression was still plain, but what he said was unbearable, "Do you want me to give you my life? Too quick."

[Ruan Sixian]: How can there be such a shameless person in the world?

[Ruan Sixian]: Did Nuwa's mother neglect to pinch his face?

[Ruan Sixian]: Did you accidentally forget to develop your face when the embryo was developing?

Ruan Sixian made a series of complaints, and Bian Xuan returned a yawning emoticon.

[Bian Xuan]: Fu Mingyu again?

Ruan Sixian's typing hands paused.

Just wrote a line in the edit box-"Fu Mingyu is simply a silly"

She deleted the line blankly.

[Ruan Sixian]: No, watching drama, peerless idiot.

[Bian Xuan]: Oh, I thought it was your boss again.

[Ruan Sixian]:?

[Bian Xuan]: Otherwise, who can make you so angry?

[Ruan Sixian]: You.

[Bian Xuan]: Greeting the guests, 886

Four days later, Ruan Sixian's flight time reached the upper limit, and she took a break as usual. She invited Si Xiaozhen to go to a small town in the suburbs in advance, as a relaxation.

Yes, she hasn't calmed down yet.

However, just as she was preparing something, she received another message from the flight department.

Tomorrow morning regular meeting and afternoon training.

Well, she was a little angry at the immediate boss of the flight department.

She was full of displeasure and went to Shihang.

She slapped Hutch while greeting her colleagues around her.

Before closing his mouth, the people around him suddenly became quieter.

Ruan Sixian looked at it based on intuition, and the group walked quickly toward the elevator, and the leader was again Fu Mingyu.

The others seemed to blur in an instant. Ruan Sixian stared at Fu Mingyu, thinking that you must not come over otherwise I really cannot guarantee that I will give you face in the company.

After half a minute, the elevator doors closed, and the surrounding atmosphere relaxed again.

Okay, thank you for keeping one today. Your habit of not squinting, know?

After arriving in the meeting room, the flight manager did not come.

Ruan Sixian sat by the window, holding his temples and looking out the window to do eye exercises.

This view overlooked Zheng Youan.

Ruan Sixian blinked and became sober.

Why is she here?

Fu Mingyu has the same question as her.

He stood by the window and made a call. When he turned his gaze back, he caught a glimpse of Zheng Youan standing in the hangar downstairs.

"Why is she here?"

Boyang stepped forward and said: "This year the company's 30th anniversary celebration and the world air show have begun preparations. She is a photographer."

This year’s 30th anniversary of the World Airlines and the collision period of the World Air Show will be prepared in a unified manner. In addition, the new acj31 model will be listed. This event is not trivial. The Propaganda Department has divided special teams to prepare from the middle of the year. He didn't relax his concentration until entering the finishing touch this month.

However, this does not mean that he does not care about the rest of the propaganda work.

World Airlines has always had a fixed and cooperative photography team, and has never submitted unsatisfactory answers for many years. This makes the annual publicity pictures of World Airlines very magnificent, leading the way in various video exhibitions.

With the photo of the last enrollment promotion, Fu Mingzheng became the propaganda department very clear that Zheng Youan's style is not suitable for the aviation industry.

But even so, they turned out to be adept at changing the photography team.

Fu Mingyu squinted his eyes, raised his hand, untied the cuff on his shirt and threw it on the table.

With a "pop", Bai Yang's eyebrows did not frown.

After working with Fu Mingyu for two years, he knew this was an expression of his extreme anger.

"Call the manager of the propaganda department."

At six in the afternoon, Ruan Sixian, who had finished training, came out rubbing her shoulders.

Sitting in the company for a day is really more tiring than sitting in the cockpit.

Several colleagues in the same group told her to have dinner together at night, and she agreed, but before that, she had to go to the bathroom.

The 16th floor is the flight department. Compared with other departments, there are fewer people, and the toilets are rarely visited.

Ruan Sixian pushed the door in while looking at her mobile phone. Before passing the sink, she heard an extremely angry female voice from a certain compartment.

"Fu! Ming! Yu! Yes! Sick! Is it!"

who is it? !

who is it? !

Ruan Sixian pricked her ears, wondering who it was!

In Fu Mingyu's site!

Tell the truth!