Chapter 812： Pick up the plane, attract bees and butterflies

"Time Mo."

The door of the office was opened, and a tall figure strode in.

He was also wearing a white coat, but his buttons were not fastened, and his clothes were loose, as if he was wearing a windbreaker.

The legs lined with well-cut black trousers were extremely slender, and a pair of exquisitely crafted black leather shoes were underfoot.

Sheng Jinyun copied his pocket with one hand, the hair on his forehead was messy, strode to the desk with one hand, resting on the table with one hand.

I haven't rested for several days, and my eyes are full of red blood when I stay up late.

"There is a small situation in the research room, I need you to take a look."

"Um."

Fu Shimo nodded in response.

Picking up the glasses on the table and putting them on, the forefinger with sharp knuckles pushed the frame.

There was a softness in his low voice, "Little boy, rest early."

When Yan Zhixu heard that he had to be busy with business, his lips pursed slightly, worried about his physical condition, and he did not continue to talk with him to delay the time.

"Okay, you also rest early."

Once the words are finished, hang up the video.

She set an alarm and put the phone lock screen on the bedside table, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

The night is silent and silent, even though they are separated by two places, but the two hearts are closely attached to each other.

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The next day, Yan Zhixu, his agent and two assistants took a flight back to Haishi.

Arrived at Haishi Airport at 11:40 noon. It was mid-November and the temperature dropped. People who came and went put on thick coats and warm scarves.

Lu Xun shivered from the cold, put her hands together to her lips, let out a breath of hot air and rubbed her hands, dispelling the coldness in her palms.

He said in a hurried tone, "Baby Ash, the driver is waiting outside, let's go, this weather is really cold."

Yan Zhixu was wearing a gray plush sweater, a one-piece hat on his head, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of black Martin boots.

Wearing a simple body and standing upright, her head and tail are not frozen, and she stands out from the crowd.

She pulled the mask she was wearing and stretched out her hand to take the suitcase that belonged to her in Chu Ran's hand, "Go back first, I'll wait for someone."

Different from the confusion of the two assistants, Lu Xun's eyes rolled, thinking of Dean Fu for the first time.

He reluctantly urged, "Okay, then you pay attention to safety, and remember not to be photographed by fans."

In this cold weather, he didn't want to get up from the warm quilt to do crisis public relations.

"Um."

Yan Zhi promised.

After Lu Xun and the others left, she took out her phone and plugged in the black earphones. One earphone was inserted into her ear to listen to music.

Turning the silver suitcase in his right hand, his long legs straddled the suitcase, and his toes tapped the ground lightly.

After listening to about two songs, there was a commotion in front, and several girls made low gasping sounds.

The tall and slender man was wearing a white sweater, black trousers, and a pair of white sneakers.

Casual, comfortable and age-reducing, the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose add a bit of a gentle scum to him.

The most important thing is that handsome and compelling face, with smooth facial lines and clear jawline, the whole person looks like a dragon and a phoenix.

He didn't pay attention to the glances from the girls around him, found the person sitting on the suitcase in the crowd, and walked straight towards her.

Fu Shimo bent down slightly, "Sorry, I've made Ah wait for a long time."

A shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. Yan Zhixu took off his earphones and put them in the pocket of his sweater. He looked up to see the man in front of him.

She noticed the heartbroken faces of the little girls around her, standing up, with a teasing tone, "Shi Mo travels quite a bit."

Fu Shimo gave a low, dumb smile, "Well, it's my fault."

"Tsk."

Not expecting him to answer like this, Yan Zhixu raised his eyebrows, his body full of ruffians.

"Let's go."

Fu Shimo pulled up the suitcase, clasped her other hand with her fingers, and walked out side by side.

The little girls who were about to ask for WeChat's hearts were broken into pieces.

Someone even secretly took a few photos of the two of them, eating lemons sourly, and at the same time feeling that the two of them are a perfect match.