Wen Qiao cut the grilled squid into small pieces, dipped it in some sauce, wrapped it in lettuce, and put it on Yu Shu's plate: "Please enjoy."
Lu Youyou's cheeks puffed up as she asked Wen Qiao, "Why are you so attentive to her? Do you owe her money?"
Wen Qiao closed his eyes and said, "Don't worry about it."
Yu Shu rubbed Wen Qiao's head: "Sister is so good."
Wen Qiao smiled wryly and said, "You'd better help me find my uncle."
At the Fu family's house, a three-court trial was waiting for Fu Nanli. As soon as he entered the house, Uncle Li took the coat he took off. After walking through the long corridor, he saw his grandfather, his mother and his aunt sitting in the living room.
They all look bad.
When Ye Minqiu saw her son coming back, she immediately stood up and came over: "Your grandfather has something to tell you."
Fu Nanli naturally knew what his grandfather was going to say.
Fu Huaiyong was drinking tea. Seeing his grandson sitting on the sofa, he put down the porcelain cup in his hand heavily and said, "So I am the last one to know about anything that happens, right?"
Fu Nanli rubbed his wrist, feeling a little tired after the long flight.
"Nothing happened, so I didn't tell you."
Fu Huaiyong's face turned pale: "The plane has crashed, and nothing happened? Tell me, what else do you want to happen?"
Fu Nanli pressed his brows and said, "I'm a little tired, can you let me sleep for a while?"
Fu Huaiyong was angry and distressed: "Finish the conversation before going to bed."
Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows, with an expression that said, "You talk, I'm listening."
"Don't fly anymore." Fu Huaiyong went straight to the point.
Fu Nanli crossed his long legs, rested his elbows on the armrests of the sofa, tapped his fingers lightly, and said simply: "No."
Ye Minqiu sighed softly: "Don't answer so bluntly."
There is no room for maneuver at all. Doesn't the old man have any respect
"It's true."
The Ye sisters both held their foreheads in their hands. The eldest young master was willful and could not be controlled.
Fu Huaiyong slammed the table and stood up: "Why not? If something so dangerous happens, we will be worried as long as you are still the captain."
Fu Nanli threw out a set of data directly: "The record of plane crashes was 1.7 times in 1991, and it dropped below 1 time for the first time in 1999, and then dropped again to 0.85 times in 2000. According to the probability in 2000, it takes 1.1765 million flights for a fatal plane crash to occur. In other words, if someone takes a plane once a day, it will take 3,223 years for a plane crash to occur."
Fu Huaiyong was stunned: "I don't care about your random data. Starting tomorrow, you are not allowed to fly. Go back to Zhonghuan and start as the executive president."
Fu Nanli stood up and straightened his uniform. "You are out of control now. I can't explain it to you. I'll go up first. I've been flying for ten hours and I'm a little tired. I need to rest."
After saying that, she lifted her long legs and walked straight upstairs.
Ye Minchun and her sister exchanged glances, thinking that their nephew was really tough.
Ye Minqiu held his head. Only this ancestor dared to offend the old man. Fu Huaiyong was furious: "You bastard!"
He turned to look at Ye Minchun and asked, "Why did your family let him join Dongchuan as a pilot?"
Ye Minchun: …
Being caught in the crossfire.
"Yes, yes, uncle, it's all my fault, it's all my Xian Zheng's fault."
Fu Huaiyong's heart was heaving, "And you."
The spearhead was directed at Ye Minqiu, who immediately looked as if he was ready to be scolded.
"You are his mother, you should talk to him properly. No matter what, you must make him back down this time."
(End of this chapter)