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The plane crash and the loss of contact with the tower have aroused extensive discussion on major platforms.

Pu Province, Jiangcheng.

An elegant-looking man came out of the office with a glass in his hand. He was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers.

Yan Huaibi took a sip of boiled water and heard colleagues passing by discussing the disappearance of the Haishi flight and the control tower.

"There are a few celebrities on the plane this time, and they are quite well-known. Fans will definitely be worried if something happens to them."

"I heard that Yan Zhixu actually took the initiative to control the plane at a critical moment. It doesn't feel real."

…

Their discussion did not deliberately lower their voices, and clearly fell into Yan Huaibi's ears.

Cracks appeared on his Qing Jun's face, and the dullness ceased to exist, and even his breathing became indistinctly thickened.

Ash…

Yan Huaibi's heart twitched, she put the glass on the table, turned around and left in a hurry.

Seeing him leave in a hurry, the other staff stood there for unknown reasons.

"What's wrong with Vice President Yan? He has always been calm and calm, but he can be so rude."

"I don't know, I just walked in and left in a hurry. Maybe something happened at home."

"At home? I'm very curious when it comes to this. We have also worked together with the vice president for two years. It seems that we have never seen his family or heard him take the initiative to mention it."

"Do you think the vice president is from a divorced family? Or something happened to his parents and family? So he never mentioned it?"

"This possibility is not impossible. In the future, everyone should seldom bring up the topic of family in front of him. What if the vice president's wound is poked?"

…

Everyone stood and discussed for a while before returning to their posts and continuing to work.

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Haishi, Jiu'an Hospital.

Fu Shimo held the phone, his slender and well-proportioned fingers rubbed the cold screen of the phone, and his head was aching.

Occasionally, the majestic and immortal hall flashed in my mind, as well as a group of phantoms wearing white Taoist uniforms and holding long swords.

But when I was about to explore it carefully, it disappeared. Although there are only a few pictures, the overwhelming sense of righteousness that rushes to the face is too strong.

Fu Shimo lowered his eyes, and his eyes were wrapped in contemplation. Is his memory at fault?

The headache was relieved a little, and he suppressed his thoughts, picked up the car keys and stood up from the seat.

When he walked to the door, the door of the office was pushed open from the outside. Seeing that his face was as calm as at first, Sheng Jinyun was not sure if he knew about the accident on the flight that Yan Zhixu was taking.

A little anxiously asked, "Shi Mo, are you going out? Where are you going?"

Fu Shimo stuffed the car keys into his pocket and kept walking past him, "Hashishi Tower."

After leaving a sentence, he left, his back looked a little depressed and solemn, and his footsteps seemed to be much faster than usual.

Sheng Jinyun stood where he was, with a thick dazed expression on his face, obviously he didn't understand what this sentence meant.

"What are you going to do at the tower?" Even if you are in a hurry, going to the tower won't help.

Could it be that Shimo still looks at the aircraft monitor screen and understands the command?

Sheng Jinyun shook his head, "What are you thinking about?"

As far as he knew, Shi Mo had never learned that knowledge at all.

Throwing away the messy thoughts in his head, he walked back and forth in the office praying with his hands folded.

Hey, the little aunt must come back safely.