The stove at the door rumbled loudly, the hot stone pot burst into flames, and the boiling fragrance filled the entire small storefront.
The waiter neatly walked over to the leftover bowl, grabbed a greasy rag and quickly wiped the table.
"What do you two want to eat?"
Ruan Sixian glanced at the menu on the wall and said, "Sour and spicy sixtieth fans, add more sixties."
The waiter looked at Fu Mingyu again, but his voice was not so straightforward, "How about you?"
Fu Mingyu said lightly, "Just like her."
"Okay!" The waiter raised his head and roared towards the stove, "Two hot and sour sixties!"
Since Fu Mingyu walked in, Ruan Sixian could feel the eyes around him gradually focusing on him.
The shop is noisy and crowded, full of fireworks, but Fu Mingyu has a noble temperament and an indifferent face, which is out of tune with the atmosphere here.
He didn't look like someone who would appear in such a place at all, but rather like the style of the movie being played on the TV in the corner of the store.
Ruan Sixian didn't expect him to come in.
Ten minutes ago, Ruan Sixian, who was caught lying and was caught, looked at Fu Mingyu, who was very embarrassed, and asked, "Didn't you eat it?"
Ruan Sixian said stiffly, "Add food."
Fu Mingyu looked at the environment in the store and asked, "Do you want to change the place?"
Ruan Sixian thought to herself, how can I change after I have been queuing for so long, now even a Michelin restaurant can't pull her away from the magic of her sixtieth fans, "No, I just want to eat here."
After speaking, she wanted to ask deliberately, "Mr. Fu, do you want to eat together?"
How could Fu Mingyu eat something that cost more than ten yuan a bowl.
Besides, the environment here... It can't be said to be very clean anyway.
Unexpectedly, however, he nodded, "Well, good."
So he stood quietly beside Ruan Sixian for ten minutes, and when the store called, he walked in with him.
Ruan Sixian felt that she had dug herself a hole again.
What she can eat, why can't Fu Mingyu eat it
Who is more noble or what
But when two bowls of steaming sixty-six fans were brought up, they smelled it carefully.
Ruan Sixian frowned when she saw Fu Mingyu on the opposite side.
Still can't speak.
Ruan Sixian directly picked up the small bowl, filled some soup, and took a sip, deliberately showing an expression of gluttony.
"It's delicious."
She looked at Fu Mingyu and raised her eyebrows at him, "President Fu, move your chopsticks, it's delicious."
She didn't believe that Fu Mingyu would really eat this stuff.
Sure enough, although Fu Mingyu was sitting, he was half a meter away from the table. He wiped the spoon with a tissue, and followed Ruan Sixian's way and filled a small bowl of soup.
But when he picked up the bowl, he still couldn't take it.
The whole bowl is filled with an inferior spice smell, what is the oil floating on it
He raised his eyes and met Ruan Sixian's sly gaze.
Putting down the bowl, he decided to change the subject.
"In November, the company will start recruiting students for national tour pilots. Do you want to go?"
"What am I going to do?"
"Preach."
Ruan Sixian gave an "oh" and picked out a sixty-six to eat.
"I'm just a co-pilot, and it's the captain who preaches."
"It doesn't matter." Fu Mingyu said, "Having a female pilot's presentation will attract more girls to sign up."
Ruan Sixian suddenly raised her head and asked, "Why, do you still want to recruit more female pilots?"
"I've never considered the gender of the pilot." His eyes slowly lingered on Ruan Sixian's face, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Of course, if it's a female pilot like you, I don't mind recruiting a few more."
Ruan Sixian laughed, "You want to get the moon first, Boss Fu?"
Fu Mingyu didn't speak, and pushed a bottle beside the table in front of Ruan Sixian.
"what?"
"You add more vinegar."
With such a rich imagination, why not write novels
Ruan Sixian put the vinegar back in place: "I'm sorry, I've never been jealous, I would vomit when I eat it."
Fu Mingyu nodded casually, but 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, paused, and said, "I don't eat sixties."
"This is simple, Xiao Ruan will serve you."
Ruan Sixian smiled and pulled his bowl over, carefully picking up the sixties.
Although she knew she had bad intentions, Fu Mingyu still smiled when she saw her drooping eyelashes fluttering, the tip of her nose dripping with sweat, and the corners of her mouth curved.
A few minutes later, all the sixties in Fu Mingyu's bowl ran into Ruan Sixian's bowl.
Ruan Sixian pushed the bowl back and looked at him with a smile, "Okay."
Fu Mingyu said "oh", "I don't eat fans either."
"… "
"Fu Mingyu, are you finding fault?"
"If I eat fans, I will vomit."
"good very good."
Ruan Sixian clapped her hands and clapped, "Those who didn't know thought I was eating with the emperor."
Fu Mingyu didn't move his chopsticks until Ruan Sixian finished eating the sixty fans in front of him.
But she went to pay before she put down her chopsticks.
A total of 36 yuan, Fu Mingyu gave the boss a 100 yuan.
"keep the change."
"Hey, you eat well."
The boss had borrowed money and laughed, but in his heart he thought that rich people would really fucking find fun.
Fu Mingyu turned back and waved to Ruan Sixian.
"gone."
Ruan Sixian held back a little, wiped her mouth slowly and slowly got up.
At this time, the pedestrian street is still very lively, pedestrians come and go, but their footsteps are very leisurely.
The colorful neon lights and the loud music complement each other, and there are girls selling street stalls on the side of the road, slowing down the passage of time.
"How much was it just now?"
Ruan Sixian asked.
"You want to give me money?"
"Yes indeed."
"No need to."
Fu Mingyu continued to walk forward.
Ruan Sixian took a step behind and pouted behind him.
The sixty-dollar fans were told by him that he had a sense of pretence that he had invited all the Han and Han people to the table but didn't care.
But in the next second, he heard him say with a smile, "You said that I belong to a pig farm."
- Where can I get your money
Ruan Sixian held her breath in place.
Two seconds later, she still couldn't hold back.
"Fu! Ming! Yu!"
Fu Mingyu turned his head and said lightly, "What's wrong? Didn't you have enough to eat?"
Ruan Sixian didn't know how she resisted beating Fu Mingyu to death in the street.
Is it conservation
Is it tutoring
No, it is the rule of law and harmonious society that limits her.
Ruan Sixian's footsteps were so fast that she almost trotted, but it was easy for Fu Mingyu to catch up with her.
"Okay, I'll stop teasing you." He grabbed Ruan Sixian's wrist, "Seriously, are you going to join the recruitment tour? On November 11th, the first stop will be your alma mater."
Ruan Sixian was so angry that she didn't notice that he said the word "alma mater".
"Don't go! I just want to take advantage of the discount to buy your life on Double Eleven!"
"Oh?"
Fu Mingyu's expression was still flat, but what he said was unbearable, "You want me to give you my life? Too fast."
"… "
[Ruan Sixian]: How can there be such shameless people in the world
[Ruan Sixian]: Was it because Nuwa's mother was negligent and forgot to pinch his face
[Ruan Sixian]: Did you accidentally forget to develop your face when the embryo was developing
Ruan Sixian sent out a series of complaints, and Bian Xuan replied with a yawning emoji.
[Bian Xuan]: Is it Fu Mingyu again
Ruan Sixian's typing hand stopped.
I just wrote a line in the edit box - "Fu Mingyu is just a big fool"
She blankly deleted the line.
[Ruan Sixian]: No, watching the drama, you are a peerless idiot.
[Bian Xuan]: Oh, I thought it was your President Fu again.
[Ruan Sixian]:
[Bian Xuan]: Otherwise, who else could make you so angry
[Ruan Sixian]: You.
[Bian Xuan]: Greeting guests, 886
Four days later, Ruan Sixian's flight time reached the upper limit, and she took a rest as usual. She asked Si Xiaozhen to go to a small town in the suburbs ahead of time. Si Xiaozhen was the most active in this kind of thing, and booked the hotel in advance.
However, when Ruan Sixian was preparing something, she received another message from the flight department.
Tomorrow morning regular meeting afternoon training.
OK, live life, born to work.
Ruan Sixian went to Shihang with resignation all over her body.
While calling Hache, she greeted her colleagues around her.
Before he closed his mouth, the people around him suddenly became quieter.
Ruan Sixian looked at it intuitively, and the group hurried towards the elevator, led by Fu Mingyu again.
The others seemed to be blurred in an instant, Ruan Sixian stared at Fu Mingyu, thinking that you must not come to mess with me, or 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 around him relaxed again.
Well, you saved your life today thanks to your habit of not looking sideways, you know
After arriving at the conference room, the flight manager didn't come.
Ruan Sixian sat by the window, propped up her temples and looked out the window to do eye exercises.
This view saw Zheng Youan.
Ruan Sixian blinked and woke up a bit.
How is she here
There is also Fu Mingyu who has the same question as her.
He stood by the window and made a phone call. When he looked back, he caught a glimpse of Zheng You'an standing in the hangar downstairs.
"Why is she here?"
Bai Yang stepped forward and said: "This year, the company's 30th anniversary celebration and the World Air Show have begun preparations. She is a photographer."
This year, the 30th anniversary of the World Airline will collide with the World Air Show, and the preparations will be unified. In addition, the new ACJ31 aircraft will be listed. This event is no trivial matter. The Propaganda Department has divided special teams to prepare from the middle of the year. It wasn't until he got to the finishing touches this month that he relaxed his focus.
That doesn't mean he doesn't care about the rest of the propaganda, however.
World Air has always had a fixed cooperative photography team, and has never handed in an unsatisfactory answer sheet for many years, which makes World Air's annual publicity pictures very stylish, leading the way in various video exhibitions.
After having the last admissions publicity photos, Fu Mingyu's publicity department has clearly understood that Zheng Youan's style is not suitable for the aviation industry.
But even so, they even took the initiative to change the photography team.
Fu Mingyu half-squinted his eyes, raised his hand, untied the cuff from his shirt, and threw it on the table.
With a "pop", Bo Yang's brows did not wrinkle.
After working with Fu Mingyu for two years, he knew that this was a sign of his extreme anger.
"Call the manager of the propaganda department."
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Ruan Sixian, who had finished the training, rubbed her shoulders and walked out.
A day in the company is really more tiring than a day in the cockpit.
Several colleagues asked her to have dinner together at night, and 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 care about the bathroom.
Ruan Sixian opened the door while looking at her phone, and before she passed the sink, she heard an extremely angry female voice coming from a certain compartment.
"Fu! Ming! Yu! Yes! Ill!?"
who is it? !
who is it? !
Ruan Sixian pricked up her ears, wondering who it was!
In Fu Mingyu's territory!
Tell the truth!