Wenqiao cut the roasted hesitation into small pieces, dipped in some sauce, wrapped it in lettuce, and put it in Yu Shu's plate: "please use it."
Lu Youyou, with bulging cheeks, asked Wenqiao, "Why are you so attentive to her and owe her money?"
Wenjo closed his eyes. "Don't mind."
Yu Shu rubbed Wenqiao's head: "my sister is really good."
Winchopi is not laughing. You'd better help me find my uncle.
Fu family, a three court trial is waiting for Fu Nanli. As soon as he enters the house, Uncle Li takes off his overcoat and walks through the long corridor to see his grandfather, his mother and his aunt sitting in the living room.
I don't look very well.
When ye minqiu saw his son coming back, he immediately got up and said, "your grandfather has something to say to you."
Naturally, he knew what his grandfather was going to say.
Fu huaiyong was drinking tea when he saw his grandson sitting down on the sofa and laying down the porcelain cup: "so I'm the last one to know what's going on, isn't it?"
Fu Nanli rubbed his wrist and felt tired after a long flight.
"Nothing happened. I didn't tell you."
Fu huaiyong's face was livid: "the plane has been damaged. What's the matter? Tell me, what else do you think of? "
Fu Nanli pressed his eyebrows and said, "I'm a little tired. Can I sleep first?"
Fu huaiyong is angry and distressed: "finish the matter and go to bed."
Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows and eyes with an expression of "you say it, I'll listen.".
"Don't fly any more." Fu huaiyong goes straight to the point.
Fu Nanli's long legs overlapped, his elbows propped up on the armrest of the sofa, his fingers gently tapping, and he was also very simple: "no way."
Ye minqiu lightly tut A: "you don't answer so simply."
There is no room for turning around. Don't you want face?
"Not really."
Ye's sister Qi Qi Fu forehead, the eldest young master is capricious, can't control, cannot close.
Fu huaiyong stood up and said, "what can't do? If such a dangerous thing happens, you will be the captain one day, and we will be in suspense. "
Fu Nanli directly threw out a set of data: "the record of plane crash was 1.7 times in 1991, dropped to less than 1 time for the first time in 1999, and dropped again to 0.85 times in 2000. According to the probability of 2000, only 1.1765 million flights will cause a fatal air crash. In other words, if someone flies once a day, it will take 3223 years for an air crash. "
Fu huaiyong was stunned: "I don't care about your data. From tomorrow, you are not allowed to fly. Go back to Zhonghuan and start from the CEO."
Fu Nanli got up and straightened his uniform: "you are out of control now. I can't tell you why. I went up first and flew for ten hours. I'm tired. I need a rest."
With that, he lifted up his long legs and went upstairs.
Ye Minchun and her sister winked. His nephew is so strong.
Ye minqiu helped his head. Only this ancestor dared to offend the old man. Fu huaiyong was furious: "son of a bitch!"
Then he turned to ye Minchun: "why did your family let him become a captain in Dongchuan?"
Ye Minchun
Lying gun.
"Yes, yes, uncle. It's all my fault. It's all my fault."
Fu huaiyong's heart heaved, "and you."
The spearhead is aimed at ye minqiu, and ye minqiu immediately looks on his face to listen to the training.
"You're his mother. You can talk to him. He's going to quit anyway this time."