Landing On My Heart

Chapter Sixty Nine

At that time, the needle was pointing at seven o'clock, and the last gleam of light from the horizon was swept away, and rows of street lights were suddenly lit up neatly. Even if they were separated by a hundred miles, Ruan Sixian still felt dazzling.

She covered her eyes and turned to turn on the light.

Before the hand touched the key, I heard the person behind said: "If it is you, how would you choose?"

Ruan Sixian's hands froze in the air, the light was not turned on, and the living room was still dim.

Standing two meters away from her, Dong Xian faintly said, "The last chance in my life to take the pilot test and stay at home with my husband and son. How do you choose?"

There was a long silence in the room, and even the air seemed to stagnate.

The surrounding atmosphere pinched her neck tightly and her brain, unable to think, neurites jumped suddenly, as if they were about to explode in the next second.

"I won't let her choose one of two."

Suddenly, one hand covered the back of Ruan Sixian's hand and pressed the switch, bright lights illuminating the entire living room.

He held Ruan Sixian's hand and stood sideways in front of her, blocking Dong Xian's direct gaze.

"Auntie, it doesn't make sense for you to ask this kind of question. This kind of hypothesis doesn't hold true for me."

Hearing his firm voice, Ruan Sixian raised her head and stared at him blankly, her throat itchy.

It was very windy outside. He had just returned, and there was still a cold air on his clothes, but his palms were warm.

When Dong Xian asked this, Ruan Sixian's temples suddenly tightened, feeling that she was standing on the steel wire on the cliff, and she might fall when she moved.

His voice, like a strong rope, pulled her to the shore.

The sudden arrival of Fu Mingyu broke the delicate deadlock between Dong Xian and Ruan Sixian.

He glanced into the dining room, and the food on the table barely moved.

"Auntie, do you want to sit down and have dinner together?"

His "invitation" seemed to be an order to chase away guests.

Needless to say, Dong Xian weighed her and Fu Mingyu's status in this house in her heart. The answer was clear.

She felt Ruan Sixian's dependence on Fu Mingyu very clearly.

The two stood opposite her, with a barrier in between, indicating that they were standing in different positions.

In the end, I still have to break up.

She sighed silently, walked to the table and tested the temperature of the bowl of soup with the back of her hand.

"It's still hot," she said, "the pigeon is very fresh, and the medicinal materials in it are carefully selected. It can calm the nerves. Drink it while it is hot."

At the moment when the door closed, Fu Mingyu turned and looked at Ruan Sixian.

He raised his hand, trying to touch her cheek.

However, before touching her skin, she suddenly walked forward, fell on the sofa, and fell into the pillow.

"I'm sleepy."

While Fu Mingyu was not paying attention, she rubbed her eyes, "Why are you here?"

"I'm afraid my baby will be bullied." Fu Mingyu picked up the dishes on the table and walked to the kitchen: "And doesn't anyone want me to accompany her to dinner?"

Ruan Sixian rolled her eyes on the sofa, turned over with a pillow, turned her back to him, with her mouth bent, stood up and ran into the kitchen with the remaining vegetables.

Fu Mingyu put the vegetable plot in the microwave, "Why did Auntie come here today?"

"Give me something to eat." Ruan Sixian pointed to the table outside, "Did you see it, fresh pigeon soup."

The first dish was hot, he brought it out and asked, "Just give me something to eat?"

Ruan Sixian said "Oh", "By the way, have a little heart-to-heart exchange."

Does the heart-to-heart communication create such an atmosphere?

If it hadn't been for him to know that Dong Xian was here, he was vaguely disturbed, and he hurried back immediately, perhaps because of Ruan Sixian's temper, he would have a big fight with people at home.

Fu Mingyu turned around, leaned against the cupboard, arched his back slightly, just in line with Ruan Sixian's sight.

There was a small smile at the corner of his mouth, "Have you quarreled with your mother?"

"Huh huh." Ruan Sixian turned to serve the meal, with a hint of pretentiousness in his tone, "Didn't you hear it?"

Fu Mingyu put her arms around her neck and held her chin by her wrists: "Then tell your brother, what did you argue with your mother?"

He has a relaxed tone, and it sounds like a brother coaxing a child.

But Ruan Sixian always knew that Fu Mingyu had vaguely guessed about her family affairs for so long.

But she didn't say, he didn't ask either.

Ruan Sixian lowered her head without speaking.

The microwave oven dinged, and Fu Mingyu let go of her and reached out to turn on the microwave oven.

"It's okay. If you don't want to say, you can skip it and eat first."

When Ruan Sixian had nothing important, he always ate only seventy percent full for dinner.

Eating too much makes me sleepy easily and my mind is not clear.

But the hour Dong Xian came, seemed to have exhausted all her energy, her stomach was very empty, and she unknowingly added a bowl of rice.

The cup of pigeon soup was put aside, and it was cold at some point, giving off a fishy smell.

Fu Mingyu sat opposite her and served a bowl of winter melon soup.

Ruan Sixian was about to reach out to pick it up, but the other party gave it to her own mouth.

"..."

Fu Mingyu paused, "Can you still eat?"

Ruan Sixian retracted her hand and nodded resigning.

"Okay, I can't eat anymore."

Fu Mingyu laughed and took a sip. The temperature of the soup was just right, so he passed it to Ruan Sixian.

Ruan Sixian turned her head: "Don't eat what comes."

The person opposite looked up at her, his eyes half-squinted, "Do you want me to feed you?"

According to common sense, Ruan Sixian would roll his eyes and say, "I am not disabled."

But recalling what Zheng Youan said at noon today, she lowered her head and touched her nails, "But I heard that some girls had a boyfriend who didn’t wash the fruit, tie their shoelaces, or even have a mineral water bottle. Screwed it myself."

"That's someone else." Fu Mingyu sipped the soup and nodded, "You are different, you are a woman who can open the bottle cap with one hand."

"..."

"I'm telling you." Across the table, Ruan Sixian raised Fu Mingyu's calf, "I am very red now, you'd better be kind to me, otherwise my 63,108 Weibo fans can do a single sentence. Scold you to death."

Not only that, but just yesterday morning, many media rushed to interview her.

Ruan Sixian didn't have the energy and time, and rejected most of them, only agreeing to a few very formal mainstream media invitations. Otherwise, she would have to find an economic man.

Fu Mingyu chuckled lightly.

Ruan Sixian heard a little disdain from his laughter.

"What do you mean?"

Fumingtang raised his eyes to look at her, raised his eyebrows, got up and walked to her.

"Open your mouth."

Ruan Sixian seemed to have produced ptsd for these two words, and when he heard it, he could recall everything from this morning. Not only did he not open his mouth, but instead clenched his teeth.

Looking at her appearance, Fu Mingyu stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon, and said casually: "Don't you want me to feed you?"

"You said the same in the morning—" The spoon was fed to Ruan Sixian's mouth, her brain jammed and her earlobes slowly turned red.

"Huh?" Fu Mingyu touched her lower lip with a spoon, "What did I say this morning?"

Ruan Sixian grabbed the bowl from his hand, pushed him away with his hands and feet, "Get away, I'm not disabled."

While drinking the soup, Fu Mingyu kept sitting next to her, leaning back in the chair, bowing his head thinking about something.

He touched his pants, a hard case inside.

Just wanted to take it out, after a while, forget it.

"You smoke if you want."

Ruan Sixian put down the bowl and said, "It's not that you haven't smoked secondhand smoke."

"Just one." Fu Mingyu took out the cigarette case, "I don't have time to sleep, I'm very sleepy."

Ruan Sixian sneered.

"If you don't have time to sleep, you can lie on the bed without closing your eyes, so or that."

"Which?"

"..."

Ruan Sixian took away the lighter in his hand, nodded, and looked at him viciously, "Is the grave lacking incense?"

Not only did this action not deter Fu Mingyu, but instead he tilted his head and lit a cigarette with the light in Ruan Sixian's hand.

With a cigarette in his mouth and his head hanging down, the outline of the brow bones and the bridge of his nose was shaded by the light, which was so deep that there was an unreal feeling.

But this unreal feeling made her unable to look away, staring at the movie-like scenes closely.

Not long after, a puff of white smoke floated beside him.

The soup in the bowl had bottomed out, Ruan Sixian put down the lighter, and the spoon in his hand touched the wall of the ceramic bowl with a crisp sound.

"This soup, the last time I drank it was during the third year of the summer vacation."

"Ok?"

She suddenly mentioned this without thinking, Fu Mingyu paused with her fingertips, and the ashes shuddered.

"At that time this store just opened, and my mother came to the school to pick me up for dinner. This is the one."

This sentence was an opportunity she found only after brewing a whole meal.

Just now Fu Mingyu asked about her family affairs, she didn't speak, not that she didn't want to say it, but she didn't know where to start.

Dong Xian is not someone else, she is her mother, and even Fu Mingyu's wife of the boss of the cooperative company. He should know the truth and reason.

He is different from others.

If he can't even speak, Ruan Sixian doesn't know who else to speak to.

So even if he doesn't ask, Ruan Sixian will find the opportunity to tell him.

It's just that the long past is a scar, and it hurts even if you touch it lightly.

It takes more courage to speak out.

"When I was 14 years old, my mother divorced my dad. Later, she seemed to be very busy. She came to see me once or twice a year. The first time I came back, I went to the western banquet for dinner. Start such a restaurant."

Ruan Sixian started from the beginning of the story, and the voice was neither light nor heavy, as if he was telling someone else's story.

Speaking of the misunderstanding, she laughed herself.

The period in high school was very boring, she said a few words.

"In the third year of high school there are airlines to recruit, but they don't recruit girls, do you know?"

Fu Mingyu nodded, "I know."

This is not a special case of World Airlines. At that time, almost all airlines were like this.

"Later in the junior year, airlines came to the school to enroll students." Ruan Sixian raised her chin. "I was very confident at the time and felt that I would definitely be selected because the interviewer liked me very much, and the captain who came to preach I also left my contact information, so I packed my luggage when I returned to the dormitory."

Fu Mingyu raised his head and said, "Leave your contact information?"

"Yeah, very handsome, would you like to take a look?"

Ruan Sixian took out the phone and showed it to him.

Fu Mingyu didn't look at the phone, but saw that she smiled slyly, snorted coldly, and said, "You are quite well connected."

"If I have a lot of connections, I won't end up in that field." Ruan Sixian put her phone down heavily, remembering that, with a little contempt in her eyes, "As a result, I thought I got the VIP, but it turned out to be just a p, I didn’t even know that the place was robbed by someone who was involved. I didn’t say anything, and I knew it from others in the end.”

The smoke from the fingertips burned more than half, and the half-finger-long soot was crumbling.

He sighed softly, the ashes shook off, and by the way the smoke was pinched out.

Under the warm yellow light of the restaurant, Fu Mingyu's eyes looked dim.

Ruan Sixian held her face, and looked at him, suddenly having a strange feeling.

If she hadn't been squeezed out of her quota at that time, she might have met Fu Mingyu long ago.

"If I met you then." She thought of something and asked directly, "Will you like me?"

Only a trace of smoke lingered in the trash can, curling up between Ruan Sixian and Fu Mingyu, slowing the passage of time.

"If I met you at that time." Fu Mingyu looked at her directly, "Then you are now Mrs. Fu."

Mrs. Fu.

Ruan Sixian was taken aback for a moment, and a strange feeling slowly crawled into her atrium, tickling|tickling people like a cat's claw.

The three words "Mrs. Fu" sound strange.

The main reason is that people feel rich when they hear it, "the rich lady".

Ruan Sixian spread her fingers, covered half of her face, and did not even look at him. Her heart beat so badly that she quickly turned off the topic: "My dad didn't buy commercial insurance, and the money left to me after his death is not much. I still have to work to earn money by myself. When others go out on dates and travel, I am all working."

Fu Mingyu frowned.

It is difficult for him to imagine how Ruan Sixian came here alone during that time.

If I could really meet her earlier.

She must not let her live like that.

At this moment, Ruan Sixian suddenly raised her head and smiled triumphantly: "But when I was in college, I was one of the richest in our class."

"..."

Fu Mingyu's thoughts stopped abruptly.

"That's no way, who would call me beautiful." Ruan Sixian trimmed her hair and answered Fu Mingyu's questions. "There are Taobao shops looking for me as a model all day long, and I can earn 1,000 dollars a day for shooting. There is also a shop that invites me to go at public expense. Shooting at the beach, two thousand five a day, four years later, my small vault has tens of thousands."

"..."

Fu Mingyu held back his overflowing compassion and raised his eyebrows, "The seaside?"

"Yes indeed."

"What are you wearing?"

"Is this important?" Ruan Sixian closed his eyes and inhaled, to be **** off by him, "The point is two thousand and five a day."

"Any pictures?"

Ruan Sixian was taken aback.

She really does.

And maybe the store is very satisfied with her photo. It was put on the front page of the store at the time, and the big picture was a little bit in. She also saved the original picture.

Anyway, the shot was so good, there was nothing to show him.

Ruan Sixian turned on the phone and found the photos from the cloud.

Although it was taken a few years ago, the photographer's aesthetic was online at that time, and now it seems outdated.

And even though that store is an online store, it is positioned as a mid-end swimsuit, which is **** but not vulgar. No one will believe that it is an artistic photo without the watermark.

With blue seas and blue sky and golden sandy beaches, a twenty-year-old girl in a swimsuit with fresh tones is sitting on the rock, with one leg stretched down and the sand on her toes, so white that she is dazzling.

Fu Mingyu took Ruan Sixian's cell phone and looked at it for a few times, his expression unclear.

"Doesn't look good?"

Ruan Sixian stared at him.

If you dare to say "yes", you are dead.

Fu Mingyu didn't answer, turned off the phone, and buckled it on the table.

"I said it looks good, will you show it to me tonight?"

"No, get out!"

Fu Mingyu glanced at her, stood up and walked towards her room.

"Really not!" Ruan Sixian immediately stood up and reached out to stop him, "I haven't gotten into the water for a long time!"

"No? It doesn't matter."

Fu Mingyu leaned in her ear and said, "Next time I buy it for you, as much as possible."

He paused, then lowered his voice and said, "It's best to be laced, so it's easy to take off."

Ruan Sixian pursed her lips and nodded, "You take off one of my clothes, and I take off your skin, okay?"

"..."

Fu Mingyu stood in a stalemate with her, and nodded, "Yes, it's up to you."

He put on his coat and touched her ear, "After the interview tomorrow afternoon, my parents want to invite you home for dinner."

"Well, good—wait."

Ruan Sixian suddenly grabbed his arm, "Why invite me to dinner?"

Fu Mingyu thought it was funny: "Should this not be?"

Seeing her hesitated again, Fu Mingyu comforted her softly: "You don't need to be under pressure. I didn't mean to force you. I invited you to dinner because of yesterday."

Although Fu Mingyu said there was no need to stress, it was the first time I went to my boyfriend's house for dinner, and it was even more stressful than the first job interview in college.

In order to have a good state, Ruan Sixian drove Fu Mingyu home immediately, then took a bath and applied a facial mask to make a hair mask... After a meal, he fell asleep.

Fu Mingyu left Ruan Sixian's house and walked into the elevator. He suddenly thought of something and called the house.

Doudou, I'm sorry, I will wrong you tomorrow.