Fast-moving cars kicked up dust on the viaduct, and the sun reflected from the windows was particularly dazzling.
There was a faint, faint scent in the car.
Ruan Sixian sat quietly in the passenger seat, her wandering thoughts were attracted by the fragrance, she sniffed lightly, a little curious where the smell came from.
There was no incense in front of the seat, nothing on the rearview mirror, and nothing in the locker next to the gear.
Her eyes gradually searched to the driver's seat, and Fu Mingyu just stopped at the red light and looked at her.
Ruan Sixian: "…"
The eyes met, she turned her face away, and looked indifferently ahead.
She began to think about why she was sitting in his co-pilot.
It must have been fainted by the sun, and Fu Mingyu had fainted.
This man was so shameless that he blocked her at the door of Shihang. At noon, people came and went. She didn't get in the car, and he didn't leave, so he let the passing employees watch.
He is a dignified director and a future president, can he have a face
Looking at the posture, if she didn't get in the car today, he could probably follow her all the way home.
"I'm not angry because of you today." Ruan Sixian was bored for a long time, and decided to take the initiative to explain the most critical issue, otherwise Fu Mingyu would have to think more, "The weather is too hot, I'm irritable, and anyone who comes here will have this temper."
Fu Mingyu gave a faint "Oh".
Ruan Sixian frowned at him: "Really."
Fu Mingyu's face still did not fluctuate, "Well, I see."
But why did Ruan Sixian not believe him so much
What's the matter with this person, do you just like others to be angry with him
Ruan Sixian held her breath and looked at him with bulging eyes, but he didn't respond.
After holding herself for a long time, Ruan Sixian chose to shut up.
She knew that if she spoke again at this time, she might be brought into the pit by him again.
Tired, really tired.
After a long silence in the car, Fu Mingyu suddenly asked, "What are you thinking?"
Ruan Sixian said blankly, "Oh, I'm thinking of getting a driver's license as soon as possible."
So as not to always be dragged into the co-pilot because of no car.
How could Fu Mingyu not hear what she meant.
Get a driver's license and drive by yourself, lest he forcefully pester her with such reasons.
I don't know if she ever had this idea when she got into Yan'an's car.
He sneered.
"Ruan Sixian, where am I worse than Yan An?"
Ruan Sixian looked at him inexplicably, "Why did you suddenly mention him?"
Fu Mingyu narrowed his eyes.
He really didn't want to ask such a question.
He never even thought to compare himself with Yan An.
But they were also rejected-
"How can you talk to him calmly and let him drive you, but I can't?"
He turned to look at Ruan Sixian, "What's the difference between me and him?"
Of course it's different.
This sentence almost blurted out, but fortunately Ruan Sixian temporarily braked the car.
But where is the difference
Fu Mingyu would definitely ask her, but she thought about it in her heart and didn't know how to answer.
It's different anyway.
Just stopped at a red light, Fu Mingyu stopped the car and looked straight at Ruan Sixian, waiting for her to say the following.
Ruan Sixian pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "You are more handsome than him, aren't you comfortable?"
Fu Mingyu didn't respond again, he slowly retracted his gaze, the green light in front of him came on, and he stepped on the accelerator.
The car sped out, the scene in front of him quickly reversed, and the car returned to silence.
However, just when Ruan Sixian thought that her apparently perfunctory answer had let the topic pass, she heard him say lightly, "Oh, so you're afraid of your temptation?"
"… "
"Fu! Ming! Yu!"
The one around him seems to have reached the limit of his endurance again, and he will explode with another poke.
When she said this, she knew that she would be angry, but when Fu Mingyu heard her reaction, a trace of inexplicable joy overflowed in his heart.
He curled the corners of his lips lightly and stopped talking.
Ten minutes later, the car slowly stopped downstairs.
Ruan Sixian didn't even thank Fu Mingyu when she got out of the car, but he didn't care, because he had to send her home anyway.
Fu Mingyu sat in the car and watched her stride into the hall until she disappeared into the elevator.
The phone rang suddenly, Fu Mingyu glanced at it, it was a message from Zheng Youan, and asked him if he wanted to see the photos taken today.
Ruan Sixian's photo
Fu Mingyu replied: Good.
After receiving this news, Zheng Youan locked himself in the darkroom.
Although the production of film cameras has been discontinued one after another, Zheng Youan still recognizes the color reproduction and image clarity of film cameras, so the darkroom is still a holy place in her heart.
She has high requirements for photography, but fortunately, the conditions at home are good, and she can stand up to her random creation, and the cameras at home are piled up like a mountain.
And her grades are not bad. When she was thirteen years old, her family held a photography exhibition for her. At the age of fifteen, she went to study abroad. She took a lot of works in seven years, and many of them won awards. Her father is also proud of her. Every time she meets everyone, she will tell her about her achievements, and her friends often ask her to take pictures of themselves, and her eyes are full of adoration.
Even the teachers hardly criticized her work.
The self-confidence developed since childhood made her more and more strict with her works. Even if this time it was just a recruitment promotional film, she also regarded it as an art film.
But what did Fu Mingyu say
"It's not really good."
It has been so long, Zheng Youan is still uncomfortable every time he thinks of this sentence.
If I say that I am not good at shooting myself, it is humility. If you say that I am not good at shooting, then I am blind.
The more she thought about it, the more unconvinced she became, and the soothing music in the darkroom could not ease her mood.
After the photo was developed, she enjoyed it for a long time by herself.
Your World Airline has never seen such artistic promotional photos.
Absolutely not.
After sending the scanned high-definition photos to Bai Yang's mailbox, Zheng Youan quietly waited for Fu Mingyu's evaluation.
However, after half an hour, the other party still did not respond.
Zheng Youan couldn't help but sent another message and asked: Brother Ming Yu, have you read it
At this time, Fu Mingyu had just returned to the World Airline.
On the table is the "List of Negative Applications of Flight Data" that he just drafted, which is his most important work recently.
After seeing Zheng You'an's news, Fu Mingyu replied "Wait a minute, I'm busy" and went to the conference room.
It was the first time to hold a meeting on reforming flight quality control, and all the shareholders' representatives who sat at the bottom came with objections.
The meeting started for seven hours.
When Fu Mingyu walked out of the conference room, it was already dark.
Bo Yang followed behind and said, "Dong Fu just called to ask about today's meeting, will you call back now?"
"No hurry." Fu Mingyu walked towards his office, "You don't need to report to him before the results come out."
After sitting in the office, Fu Mingyu took off his coat, put his arms on the backrest, and looked lazily at the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
After the various quarrels filling his mind slowly dissipated, Fu Mingyu rubbed his brow bone and suddenly remembered something.
"Bo Yang, did Miss Zheng send a new photo today?"
Bo Yang nodded and said, "It has already been sent, do you want to watch it now?"
Fu Mingyu: "Yes."
The photo sent by Zheng Youan was very large, and it took Bai Yang a long time to decompress it.
While waiting, he dragged his chin to look at the progress bar, his eyes seemed to be closed.
I really wanted to tell Miss Zheng that it was enough to send Ruan Sixian's photo. Anyway, their busy boss Fu didn't have the energy to look at other people.
Twenty minutes later, Bo Yang released the photo sent by Zheng Youan on the monitor in the office.
Fu Mingyu sat on the sofa in a relaxed posture, holding the remote control, flipped through a few photos that he wanted to see, and jumped directly to the catalog to select Ruan Sixian's photo.
Bo Yang thought expressionlessly: Sure enough.
I don't know how long it took, and when Bo Yang was about to set the timer, Fu Mingyu casually slid past other photos.
But a few seconds later, he turned back to Ruan Sixian's photo.
I don't know how long it will take this time.
Bai Yang wants to get off work.
He stepped forward and said, "Do you need me to send these photos to your phone?"
Fu Mingyu raised his eyes and stared at Bo Yang.
Bai Yang suddenly woke up, and he was no longer sleepy.
However, in the next second, I heard Fu Mingyu say 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 roughly, and automatically ignored the unimportant, but he was a little curious when he saw that Zheng Youan sent him several messages in succession.
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, you can take a look at it, and you can give your opinion [smile]"
Seeing her so eager, Fu Mingyu recalled those photos again.
The selected pictures, shooting angles, and structure of the pictures are very distinctive, and the lighting is also very clever.
But there is more than enough exquisiteness, and the momentary 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's not important, it's just enrollment promotion, it doesn't matter if you use it for Zheng Youan to practice.
Fu Mingyu got up with his coat, ready to go home, and at the same time simply replied two words to Zheng Youan.
"Okay."
This news sinks into the sea, and Zheng Youan did not reply.
When getting on the bus, the driver asked Fu Mingyu where he was going.
Fu Mingyu closed his eyes, "Mingchen Apartment."
The night is thick, the lights are full, the windows are closed, and the interior of the car is quiet and cool.
Fu Mingyu untied his tie and slept for a while, and opened his eyes naturally when he was about to arrive at Mingchen's apartment.
He turned his head slightly, looked out the window, and suddenly said, "Stop."
Ruan Sixian moved here for a few months, but she didn't have a good understanding of the surrounding environment. It wasn't until tonight that she wanted to cook by herself. She opened the map and looked for a supermarket, only to find that there was a pedestrian street two or three kilometers away.
She took a shower and went out, and walked over slowly, but before anyone entered the supermarket, she saw a long queue at the entrance of a fan shop.
I walked over there, the smell is fascinating.
Ruan Sixian stopped unknowingly and stood at the back of the line.
With such fragrant sixtieth fans, what else do you cook
She had been queuing for almost 20 minutes, and the line had moved less than two meters. She put her toes on her toes to see that the store was preparing takeout again.
Ruan Sixian touched her stomach and began to think about it, she would starve to death if she waited any longer.
Just then, the phone rang.
She opened it and saw that it was a message from Fu Mingyu.
[Fu Mingyu]: Have dinner together
As soon as his name appeared, it evoked the situation in the car in the morning.
Ruan Sixian still thinks something is wrong when she thinks about it now.
Why can't she tell what is the difference between him and Yan'an.
She also wondered why she just couldn't talk to Fu Mingyu calmly.
Even when Fu Mingyu said, "Are you afraid of your temptation?", she found that she was really scared.
The feeling was so irritating that she didn't want to feel that vibe at all.
[Ruan Sixian]: No, I have eaten it.
After returning the message, Ruan Sixian let out a sigh of relief.
But then, his news came again.
[Fu Mingyu]: I'm behind you.
Ruan Sixian's breathing suddenly tightened, and her back collapsed instantly.
Why is this man so elusive!
Without looking back, Ruan Sixian directly lowered her head and typed.
[Ruan Sixian]: Behind me is a pig farm.
At this time, her perception was very sensitive, and Ruan Sixian felt that someone behind her was approaching her.
But she never looked back.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that an aunt passed her with a trash can and returned to the store.
Fu Mingyu didn't come over, but his news came.
[Fu Mingyu]: Don't you want to raise pigs recently
Ruan Sixian: "…"