Chapter 31

One by one fast-moving cars raise dust on the viaduct, and the sun reflected from the window is particularly dazzling.

There is a faint, if not, refreshing fragrance in the car.

Ruan Sixian sat quietly on the co driver's seat. Her mind was attracted by the fragrance. She sniffed it, a little curious where the smell came from.

There is no incense in front of the car seat, nothing on the rearview mirror, and nothing in the storage cabinet beside the bumper.

Her eyes gradually search to the driver's seat, Fu Mingyu just stopped in front of the red light, looking at her.

Ruan Sixian

Eyes on a pair, she did not open face, looking at the front indifferently.

She began to think about why she was in his co pilot's seat.

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

This man is so shameless that he blocks her at the gate of the airport. When people come and go at noon, if she doesn't get on the bus and he doesn't go, he just lets the staff watch.

He's a great director and a future president. Can you make a face?

Look at that posture. If she doesn't get on the bus today, he will probably be able to follow her all the way home.

"I'm not angry about you today." Ruan Sixian was bored for a long time, and decided to take the initiative to explain the most critical problem, otherwise Fu Mingyu would have to think more, "the weather is too hot, I'm irritable, I'll have this temper who comes."

Fu Mingyu gave a faint "Oh".

Ruan Sixian frowned at him: "really."

Fu Mingyu's face is still no expression fluctuations, "well, I know."

But why didn't Ruan Sixian believe him?

What's the matter with this man? Do you like people to be angry with him so much?

Ruan Sixian looked at him with breathless eyes, but he didn't respond.

Hold oneself for a long time, the other party does not put a fart, Ruan Sixian choose to shut up.

She knew that she was going to open her mouth again at this time, and she could not be brought into the pit by him.

Tired, really tired.

After a long silence in the car, Fu Mingyu suddenly asked, "what are you thinking?"

"Oh, I'm trying to get a driver's license as soon as possible," she said

So as not to be dragged on the co pilot because there is no car.

Fu Mingyu couldn't hear her.

Get a driver's license and drive by yourself, so that he won't pester her with this excuse again.

I don't know if she ever had this idea when she got into Yan'an's car.

He gave a cold smile.

"Ruan Sixian, what's worse than Yan'an?"

？

Ruan Sixian looked at him inexplicably, "why did you mention him all of a sudden?"

Fu Mingyu squinted.

He really didn't want to ask such a question.

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

But they were also rejected -

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

He turned to look at Ruan Sixian. "What's the difference between me and him?"

Of course not.

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

But what's the difference?

Fu Mingyu would certainly ask her, but she thought about it in her heart and didn't know how to answer.

It's just different.

Just at a red light, Fu Mingyu stops and looks at Ruan Sixian, waiting for her to say the following.

"You are more handsome than him, are you comfortable?" she said

Fu Mingyu didn't respond. He slowly drew back his eyes. The green light came on and he stepped on the accelerator.

As the car sped out, the scenery in front of it quickly regressed, and the inside of the car was quiet again.

However, when Ruan Sixian thought that her obvious perfunctory answer had let the topic go, she heard him say softly, "Oh, so you are afraid that you will be moved?"

“……”

"Fu! Ming! To you

It seems that the good things around us have reached the limit of endurance again. Another poke is about to explode.

When he said this, he knew that she would be angry, but when Fu Mingyu heard her reaction, he felt a sense of joy.

He lightly hooked the corner of his lips and stopped talking.

Ten minutes later, the car slowly stopped downstairs.

Ruan Sixian didn't thank Fu Mingyu when she got out of the car, but he didn't care. Anyway, he had to send her home.

Fu Mingyu sat in the car and watched her stride into the hall until she disappeared in the elevator.

The mobile phone suddenly rings. Fu Mingyu takes a look. It's a message from Zheng Youan. He asks if he wants to see the photos taken today.

Ruan Sixian's picture?

Fu Mingyu: OK.

After receiving the news, Zheng Youan put himself in a dark room.Although the film cameras have been discontinued one after another, Zheng Youan still recognizes the color restoration and image clarity of the film cameras, so the darkroom is still the Holy Land in her heart.

She has a high demand for photography. Fortunately, she has excellent conditions at home, which can stand up to her casual making, and the cameras at home are piled like mountains.

When she was 13 years old, her family held a photography exhibition for her. When she was 15 years old, she went abroad to study. In seven years, she took a lot of works, including many awards. Her father was also proud of her. He would tell everyone about her achievements, and her friends often asked her to take pictures of herself. Her eyes were full of adoration.

Even the teacher hardly criticized her works.

The self-confidence that she has developed since childhood makes her work more and more strict. Even if this time she only makes the recruitment propaganda film, she also takes it as an art film.

But what did Fu Mingyu say?

"Not really."

It's been a long time. Zheng You'an is still uncomfortable when he thinks of this sentence.

I said I was modest when I didn't shoot very well. You said I was blind when I didn't shoot very well.

The more she thought about it, the more unconvinced she became. The soothing music in the dark room couldn't ease her mood.

After the pictures were developed, she enjoyed them alone for a long time.

You world airlines have never seen such artistic publicity photos.

Absolutely not.

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

However, half an hour later, the other side has not responded.

Zheng You'an couldn't help sending another message: brother Mingyu, have you seen it?

Fu Mingyu had just returned to World Airlines.

On the desk is the newly drafted "negative application list of flight data", which is his most important work recently.

Seeing Zheng Youan's news, Fu Mingyu replied, "just a moment, busy", and went to the conference room.

The first meeting on the reform of flight quality monitoring was held, and the representatives of shareholders sitting at the bottom were all against it.

The meeting lasted seven hours.

It was already dark when Fu Mingyu came out of the meeting room.

Bo Yang followed him and said, "Mr. Fu just called to inquire about today's meeting. Do you want to call back now?"

"No hurry." Fu Mingyu walked toward his office, "you don't have to report the result to him before it comes out."

After sitting in the office, Fu Mingyu took off his coat, put his arm on his back and looked lazily at the neon lights outside the window.

After all kinds of quarrels in his mind slowly dispersed, Fu Mingyu rubbed his eyebrows and bones and suddenly remembered something.

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

Bo Yang nodded and said, "I've already sent it. Do you want to see it now?"

Fu Mingyu: "well."

The photo sent by Zheng Youan is very big. Bo Yang spent a long time decompressing it.

While waiting, he tugged his chin at the progress bar, his eyes closed.

I really want to tell Miss Zheng that just send the photo of Ruan Sixian. Anyway, their daily manager Fu has no energy to see other people.

Twenty minutes later, Bo Yang released the photo sent by Zheng Youan on the screen in his office.

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

Boyang thought without expression: sure enough.

I don't know how long it took, but as soon as Bo Yang was about to be in place, Fu Mingyu slipped through the other photos.

But a few seconds later, he turned back to the picture of Ruan Sixian.

I don't know how long it will take this time.

Boyang wants to get off work.

He stepped forward and said, "do you want me to send these photos to your mobile phone?"

Fu Mingyu looks up and stares at Bo Yang.

Boyang suddenly sobered up, no sleepiness.

The next second, however, Fu Mingyu said a word.

"Good."

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

He glanced over it and ignored the unimportant ones. When he saw that Zheng Youan had sent several messages to him, he was curious.

Six hours ago.

"Have you seen it? What do you think? "

Four hours ago.

"Brother Mingyu?"

Two hours ago.

"Mr. Fu? Have you seen it? "

Ten minutes ago.

"Mr. Fu, please take a look at it and make suggestions [smile]"

seeing her eagerness, Fu Mingyu recalled the photos again.

The selected picture, shooting angle and picture structure are very characteristic, and the lighting is also very clever.

But it's more exquisite and the atmosphere is not enough.To sum up, it is a group of very delicate portrait works, but as a promotional film, it is putting the cart before the horse.

But it doesn't matter. It's just enrollment promotion. It doesn't matter if you give it to Zheng Youan to practice.

Fu Mingyu got up with his coat and was ready to go home. At the same time, he gave Zheng Youan a simple reply.

"Not bad."

Zheng Youan didn't reply to the news.

When getting on the bus, the driver asked Fu Mingyu where to go back.

Fu Mingyu closed his eyes, "Mingchen apartment."

The night was thick, the lights were blazing, the windows were closed, and the car was quiet and cool.

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

He slightly side head, looking out of the window, suddenly said: "stop."

Ruan Sixian moved here for several months, but she didn't understand the surrounding environment well. Until this evening, she wanted to cook by herself. She opened the map to find the supermarket and found a pedestrian street two or three kilometers away.

She took a bath, went out and came slowly. But before she entered the supermarket, she saw a long line in front of a fan shop.

It's going that way. It's tempting.

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

With such fragrant fans, what else can I cook.

She had been waiting in line for nearly 20 minutes before the team moved less than two meters. She padded her toes and looked. The store was preparing to take out again.

Ruan Sixian touched her stomach and began to think that if she didn't, she would starve to death.

Just then, the phone rang.

She opened it and found that it was a message from Fu Mingyu.

Fu Mingyu: have dinner together?

As soon as his name appeared, it reminded me of being in the car in the morning.

In retrospect, Ruan Sixian still feels that something is wrong.

Why can't she tell where he is different from Yan'an.

She also wants to know why she just can't speak to Fu Mingyu calmly.

Even when Fu Mingyu said, "are you afraid that you will be moved?" She found that she was really scared.

The feeling was so irritating that she didn't want to feel the atmosphere at all.

[Ruan Sixian]: No, I have.

When she got back to the news, she let out a breath.

But then came his news.

Fu Mingyu: I'm behind you.

Ruan Sixian's breath suddenly tightened and her back suddenly collapsed.

How can this man be haunted!

Without looking back, Ruan Sixian directly lowered her head to type.

[Ruan Sixian]: behind me is the pig farm.

Ruan Sixian felt that someone behind her was approaching her.

But she never looked back.

Until a few seconds later, an aunt carrying a trash can passed her and went back to the store.

Fu Mingyu didn't come, but his news came.

Fu Mingyu: I want to raise pigs recently.

Ruan Sixian