Welcome to the world of strange dreams

After Fu Minghui joined the rumored 749th Bureau, his first task was to do what he didn't finish last time.

Fulfill the last wish of the little fire fighter.

Last time she went with Ben and Luo Zhao, but unfortunately Wei Tong stopped them midway.

So Fu Minghui was a little nervous when he took the opportunity to embark on a journey with Luo Zhao again.

"Wei Tong's level of negative energy will not reoccur. You can sleep for a while first." Seeing Fu Minghui fidgeting and constantly touching and probing his body, as if he was afraid that something unknown would be put on him again, Luo Zhao said with his eyes closed.

He wanted to take a rest, but the woman next to him kept squirming around.

Although he could sleep at the shooting scene, he couldn't because she was restless.

The ticket had been upgraded secretly by her.

In this way, there are fewer people in the same cabin, and VIP access can be used when boarding.

She sat next to the window again, with only him beside her.

The chance of contact with strangers has been reduced to a minimum, but she is still not at ease.

He could tell that she was very insecure.

She is also very used to magnifying scary things and then scaring herself.

In future actions, he must pay special attention to her mental state.

Maybe she had been perfectly protected, but suddenly lost everything.

"That's right." After hearing Luo Zhao's words, Fu Minghui breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he was too nervous.

Wei Tong is very cruel, and he has helpers who can cause trouble in reality.

If all ghosts were like him, the world would be in chaos.

What the 749th Bureau Cleaning Department does is to prevent this situation from expanding. Before the crisis that hinders mankind comes, stop it within the boundaries and never overflow.

Fu Minghui knew that Yunke and the others were not the only people under Luo Zhao, but the others did not need to appear in front of her yet.

She also knew that Luo Zhao was also investigating Wei Tong's outside contacts.

Otherwise, Lu Dachui, Li Yu and Zhang Jianhui would not have been so busy that no one could be seen. Even Yun Ke was busy checking and summarizing various information.

If not, it would have been impossible for Luo Zhao to accompany her on this trip.

She turned her face and saw that Luo Zhao seemed to be asleep, so she had no choice but to force herself to calm down and sink into the chair.

Really, why would a grown man have such thick eyelashes?

The day before yesterday, she took Luo Zhao's public class for the first time.

I must say it responsibly: what he said is really not interesting at all.

He didn't smile at all during the whole class, and there was very little communication between teachers and students in the class.

However, he just talked about boring laws with a cold attitude, and a group of people were so fascinated that the whole large classroom was filled with people.

It really starts with appearance and ends with appearance.

As for whether the class contained much knowledge, she didn't know because she was a 24K pure student.

As a result, she was the only one who fell asleep in class.

She was sitting on the outermost side of a row of tables and chairs, and then she fell off the chair in full view of everyone.

Luo Zhao looked over with cold eyes, but didn't say a word.

Shame on jurisprudence!

It only took half a day before her new nickname was called.

Her age was beyond her age, her grades were poor, her background was rich, and this time she fell down in a dream, she suddenly became a negative example.

Forget it, she didn't plan to graduate smoothly anyway.

Now sitting on the plane, next to Professor Luo, the god of girls, Fu Minghui feels very complicated.

Because there were girls who questioned her with disdain before, "You made such a fool of yourself, didn't you want to attract Professor Luo's attention?"

"Falling down in front of the boss is not the first step towards getting closer."

"Read less comics and online articles." She didn't expect that even her classmates would say the same thing about her.

So, if someone sees her and Luo Zhao together at this time, will there be any scandals?

Huh, make those nymphomaniacs so angry!

With this in mind, Fu Minghui quietly took out his cell phone, gently opened his seat belt, tried his best to get close to Luo Zhao without leaving a trace, and then took a selfie.

She didn't know what she was doing or what the use of it was. It was just a whim. Even if Luo Zhao closed her eyes, she was WINK.

Seeing Luo Zhao move, she quickly sat down again.

In fact, Luo Zhao felt that she was causing trouble, but he really didn't want to worry about it anymore.

Even if she makes trouble, her destructive power is limited, so let her be.

After finally getting to the ground, they had to take a short train and then transfer to the car.

They were originally taking an early flight and it was already close to nine o'clock in the evening when they arrived at their destination, a very quaint town.

"Do you want to visit again tomorrow?" Fu Minghui asked, "Just stay in the town for one night today?"

Luo Zhao shook his head, "Although it's not polite to do it so late, but after finishing this matter, you can go back early tomorrow morning."

Otherwise, it may be delayed for another day.

"Don't worry, I've said hello to the local people in advance, so she won't think it's too sudden."

Luo Zhao was referring to the little firefighter’s mother, named Li Mei.

Fu Minghui lowered his head.

In fact, the closer she got to Li Mei, the clearer her goal of fulfilling her last wish became, and the more stage fright she became.

Although it's not as difficult as telling a mother her son's sacrifice, is it wise to reopen that scar more than a year later?

However, she promised the little fire fighter.

She had no hesitation before, but as time went by, she began to have all kinds of doubts.

I even thought, was her act of agreeing correct?

It is her wish to let the heroic spirit rest in peace.

But making living people feel pain, that's right... right?

"Come on." Luo Zhao seemed to understand her dilemma, "Think about it, if you..."

If it were her, no matter how painful it was, she still wanted to hear news about her parents.

Rourou news.

That saying is true: grief is the price we pay for love.

Fu Minghui took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and followed Luo Zhao.

In fact, they were already standing not far from Li's house.

Ordinary building, corner on the top floor.

Looking up at this time, although there is light coming through, it is very dim and gray.

The little fire fighter is not Li Mei's only son, she also has a son and a daughter.

This is probably what Fu Minghui thinks about now and thinks it is God's only gift.

As a mother, if there are still children, although the sadness will not be alleviated, you can eventually be strong for other children.

Unlike her, who has nothing.

No, even she still has Hua Chan.

"It's really useless." Because it was the seventh floor, Fu Minghui was already out of breath when he climbed halfway up.

Luo Zhao said this deliberately to lighten the atmosphere, "Are all young people like this now? You should exercise."

He has long legs and can walk two steps at a time without blushing or panting.

"First of all, I am a twenty-five-year-old aunt. In fact, Teacher Luo, you are not very old, so don't talk about me like an elder." Fu Minghui snorted and cooperated with Luo Zhao, also wanting to relax his emotions.

"Besides, today's young people are originally crunchy sharks. Teacher Luo, you are too out of touch with society." I didn't forget to retort.

By the way, the physical strength of young people is really not as good as that of retirees.

My good friend, a certain Bai Fumei who guest-starred as Hua Chan, went to play badminton with the 60-year-old Queen Mother and was completely disgusted...