Chapter 32

The stove at the door was rumbling, the hot stone pot was burning, and the smell of boiling filled the whole narrow store.

The waiter cleanly took a leftover bowl and grabbed a greasy rag to quickly wipe the table.

"What would you like to eat?"

Ruan Sixian took a look at the menu on the wall and said, "hot and sour fans, add more."

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

Fu Mingyu said faintly: "just like her."

"Good!" The waiter looked up at the stove and yelled, "two hot and sour crests!"

Since Fu Mingyu came in, Ruan Sixian could feel that her eyes were gradually focused on him.

The small shop is noisy and crowded, full of fireworks. Fu Mingyu's noble temperament and indifferent face are incompatible with the atmosphere here.

He didn't look like a person who would appear in such a place, but rather like the painting style of the movie 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 was caught lying, looked at Fu Mingyu who came to her with a calm expression and was very embarrassed. She heard him ask, "didn't you eat?"

Ruan Sixian rigidly said: "add meal."

Fu Mingyu looked at the environment inside the store and asked, "do you want to change places?"

Ruan Sixian thought, how can I change it after I have been waiting in line for so long? Now even Michelin restaurant can't drag her away from the magic of the fans. "No, I just want to eat here."

Finish saying, she wants to ask intentionally: "general manager Fu, eat together?"

How can Fu Mingyu eat a bowl of food worth more than ten yuan.

Besides, the environment here It's not so clean.

But unexpectedly, he nodded, "well, good."

So he stood quietly beside Ruan Sixian for ten minutes. After waiting for the shop to call, he came in with her.

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

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

Who is more noble than who or what?

But when two bowls of steaming Huajia vermicelli came up, they smelled it carefully. The smell of Huajia and the sour smell of vinegar were very strong.

Ruan Sixian saw Fu Mingyu frowning.

Sure enough, I still can't speak.

Ruan Sixian directly picked up the small bowl, filled it with some soup, took a sip, and deliberately showed an expression of eating.

"It's delicious."

She looked at Fu Mingyu and raised her eyebrows to him. "Mr. Fu, move your chopsticks. It's delicious."

She doesn't believe that Fu Mingyu really can eat this stuff.

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

But when he lifted the bowl, he still couldn't take it.

The whole bowl is full of a bad flavor of spices. Even if it's gone, what's the floating oil on it?

He raised his eyes and looked at her cunningly.

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

"In November, the company will start the recruitment of national itinerant flight cadets. Do you want to go?"

"What am I going to do?"

"Preach."

Ruan Si Xian "Oh" a, pick out a flower armor to eat.

"I'm just a co pilot. It's the captain who preaches."

"It doesn't matter." Fu Mingyu said, "there will be a publicity meeting for female pilots to attract more female students to sign up."

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

"I never thought about the sex of the pilot." His eyes slowly lingered on Ruan Sixian's face, and there was a faint smile in the corner of his mouth. "Of course, if it's a female pilot like you, I don't mind more moves."

Ruan Sixian said with a smile, "if you want to get near the water, you will get the moon first, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Mingyu didn't speak. He pushed a bottle at the table to Ruan Sixian.

"What for?"

"You add more vinegar."

？

Why don't you write a novel with such a rich imagination?

Ruan Sixian put the vinegar back to its original position: "sorry, I'm never jealous. I'll vomit when I eat it."

Fu Mingyu nodded carelessly, but he 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, carefully wiped a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Fu Mingyu.

"Mr. Fu, eat."

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

"This is simple. Xiao Ruan will serve you."

Ruan Sixian pulled his bowl over with a smile and carefully stirred up the armor.

Although he knew that she was not well intentioned, Fu Mingyu still laughed when he saw her drooping eyelashes flashing, her nose sweating and her mouth bending.A few minutes later, all the flowers in Fu Mingyu's bowl went to Ruan Sixian's bowl.

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

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

“……”

"Fu Ming finds fault with you, doesn't he?"

"I vomit when I eat fans."

"Good, good."

Ruan Sixian clapped her hands and said, "I don't know. I thought I was having dinner with the emperor."

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

But she paid before she put down her chopsticks.

A total of 36 yuan, Fu Mingyu gave the boss a 100.

"Keep the change."

"Hey, hey, eat well."

The boss borrows money and laughs, but he thinks that rich people really have fun.

Fu Mingyu waves back to Ruan Sixian.

"Gone."

Ruan Sixian was a little bit propped up and slowly wiped her mouth before she got up slowly.

At this time, the pedestrian street is still very busy, pedestrians come and go, but the pace is very leisurely.

Colorful neon lights and noisy music complement each other. There are girls selling in stalls on the roadside, slowing down the passage of time.

"How much is it just now?"

Asked Ruan Sixian.

"You want to give me money?"

"Yes."

"No

Fu Mingyu continued to move forward.

Ruan Sixian was one step behind him and turned her lips behind him.

Dozens of dollars of fans of Huajia were told by him that he had invited all the Manchu and Han people, but he didn't care.

But the next second, he said with a smile: "you said I was a pig farm."

Where can I charge you.

Ruan Sixian held her breath in place.

Two seconds later, she couldn't help it.

"Fu! Ming! To you

Fu Mingyu looked back and said, "what's the matter? Not full? "

Ruan Sixian didn't know how she could resist killing Fu Mingyu in the street.

Is it self-restraint?

Is it a tutor?

No, it's the rule of law and harmonious society that limits her.

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

"Well, I won't tease you." He took Ruan Sixian by the wrist and said, "seriously, are you going to the tour enrollment? It starts on November 11, and the first stop is your alma mater. "

Ruan Sixian was so angry that she didn't notice that he said "alma mater".

"No! I just want to take advantage of the discount to buy your life

"Oh?"

Fu Mingyu's expression is still flat, but his words are not pleasant to the ear, "do you want me to give you my life? It's a little too fast. "

“……”

[Ruan Sixian]: how can there be such shameless people in the world?

[Ruan Sixian]: did mother Nuwa forget to pinch her face for him?

[Ruan Sixian]: did you accidentally forget to develop your face during embryonic development?

Ruan Si Xian make complaints about a series of Tucao, and Bian returns to a yawning expression bag.

Bian Xuan: Fu Mingyu again?

Ruan Sixian's typing hand stopped.

She just wrote a line in the edit box - "Fu Mingyu is just a fool"

She deleted this line without expression.

[Ruan Sixian]: No, it's a playful, peerless fool.

Bian Xuan: Oh, I thought it was your general manager again.

[Ruan Sixian]:?

Bian Xuan: who else can make you so angry?

[Ruan Sixian]: you.

[Bian Xuan]: after 886

four days, Ruan Sixian reached the upper limit of her flight time and took a rest as usual. She made an appointment with Si Xiaozhen in advance to go to a small town in the suburbs. She was most active in this kind of thing and ordered a Hotel in advance.

However, just as she was preparing her things, she received a message from the flight department.

Tomorrow morning regular meeting afternoon training.

OK, life. I was born to work.

Ruan Sixian went to the world airlines with her whole body full of words.

She said hello to her colleagues as she called hache.

Before he closed his mouth, the people around him suddenly became quiet.

According to her intuition, Ruan Sixian and her party walked quickly towards the elevator, headed by Fu Mingyu.

Other people seem to be in vain in an instant. Ruan Sixian stares at Fu Mingyu and thinks that you must not come to provoke me, otherwise I really can't guarantee that I will give you face in the company.

Half a minute later, the elevator door closed and the atmosphere relaxed.

Well, thank you for saving your life today. Your habit of not squinting, you know?When we got to the meeting room, the flight manager didn't come.

Ruan Sixian sat by the window, holding her temple and looking out of the window, doing eye exercises.

This overlooks Zheng Youan.

Ruan Si Xian blinked her eyes and woke up a little.

Why is she here?

Fu Mingyu has the same doubts as her.

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

"Why is she here?"

Bo Yang came forward and said, "preparations for the 30th anniversary of the company and the world air show have started this year. She is a photographer."

During the collision period between the 30th anniversary of World Airlines and the world air show this year, unified preparations will be made. In addition, the new acj31 aircraft will be listed. This activity is very important. The publicity department has divided special groups to prepare from the middle of the year. Fu Mingyu has been watching from beginning to end. It is not until this month that he has entered the closing work that he has relaxed his attention.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't care about the rest of the publicity.

The World Airlines has always had a fixed cooperative photography team, and has never submitted unsatisfactory answers for many years, which makes the annual publicity picture of the World Airlines very magnificent and takes the lead in all kinds of image exhibitions.

With the last enrollment publicity photos, Fu Mingyu thought that the publicity department already knew that Zheng Youan's style was not suitable for the aviation industry.

But even so, they were good at making their own opinions and changed the photography team.

Fu Mingyu half squinted, raised his hand to release the sleeve hoop on his shirt and threw it on the table.

"Pa" a, Bo Yang eyebrow heart also don't with wrinkly tight.

After working with Fu Mingyu for two years, he knew it was a sign of his extreme anger.

"Call the publicity manager."

At 6 p.m., after the training, Ruan Sixian came out with her shoulders rubbed.

A day in the company is more tiring than a day in the cockpit.

Several colleagues asked her to have dinner together in the evening, 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 few people in the bathroom.

While looking at her mobile phone, Ruan Sixian pushed the door in. Before she passed the sink, she heard a very angry female voice coming from a certain compartment.

"Fu! Ming! To you! yes! Sick! Is that right? "

Who is it?!

Who is it?!

Ruan Sixian pricked her ears to know who it was!

In Fu Mingyu's territory!

To tell you the truth!