Landing On My Heart

Chapter Twenty

Since knowing that Ruan Sixian was the stewardess who gave him three coffees back then, Fu Mingyu has also figured out where the hostility of this person from time to time came from.

But since you are hostile to him, why go back to the world?

Anyway, Yan'an likes her. He can afford how much she wants. Why should the two fly together in Beihang?

So he thought that Ruan Sixian was either holding a breath and wanted to come back to prove it to him, or simply wanted to come back and **** him off.

In this way, what he just said can be considered objective.

But a book of nearly 100,000 words can be read by readers with a thousand Hamlet, not to mention that Fu Mingyu's wording is too concise, giving people unlimited interpretation space.

Ruan Sixian was almost exploded by what he had interpreted.

many? !

Big? !

face? !

"Do you have the bridge of your nose as a slide or your eyes for swimming? Are you able to swing on your eyelashes or do your abdominal muscles? Do you think you are so long that you want to love your motherland and protect the earth? What kind of president can you be, you go straight to heaven, you!"

Ruan Sixian turned around without giving Fu Mingyu a chance to speak, and walked into the stairwell.

The elevator didn't want to wait anymore, she didn't want to be with Fu Mingyu for a moment.

As for Fu Mingyu, he was also confused.

He even found it funny when he saw Ruan Sixian climbing the stairs.

Don't you want to see him like this?

Yan'an's ex-girlfriend almost overturned the roof of her house. She could talk and laugh with Yan'an.

And he just misunderstood her once, and she holds grudges to the present?

He kept telling Yan'an that he was not a careful person?

So if you give it to others, you give it to him?

Fu Mingyu turned around and left without getting angry.

He felt that he was ill and kept the big villa, but he couldn't help but ran over to this snail house of less than 300 square meters.

Ruan Sixian climbed up a dozen floors, sweating, and rushed directly into the bathroom to take a shower.

The hot water swooped down for a while.

She blow-dried her hair, carefully applied the skin care lotion, and lay on the bed fragrantly, but couldn't sleep.

Whenever I close my eyes, I think of Fu Mingyu's face, and stick in front of her, "For me?"

Who gave him the confidence? !

Growing up from the snack rainbow fart, have you eaten your brain? !

Who is it for you?

Who is it for you!

Ruan Sixian tossed over and over again, and simply picked up the phone again and started making trouble in the group.

[Ruan Sixian]: Bian Xuan! Si Xiaozhen! come out! ! !

[Bian Xuan]: Is there any gossip? I'm coming!

[Si Xiaozhen]: [Ears] [Ears] [Ears]

[Ruan Sixian]: It's not gossip, it's Fu Mingyu this stupid man!

When everyone arrived, Ruan Sixian felt that typing was not enough, so he simply sent four one-minute voices.

[Bian Xuan]: It's too long to listen to 886, so I went to greet the guests.

A few minutes later, Si Xiaozhen, who listened obediently, didn't know what to say, and made a speechless expression.

So Ruan Sixian began to unilaterally complain.

Bian Xuan went to greet the guests, and seeing so many messages in the group, almost all of them were sent by Ruan Sixian, she couldn't help being curious and clicked to listen.

[Bian Xuan]: Listening to you, I am so curious about this person. I really regret not taking a closer look at him in London that year. Does any of you have a picture? Let me take a look.

[Ruan Sixian]: No, why is there his picture in my phone, waiting for the phone to crash?

[Si Xiaozhen]: I know where it is! Wait a minute!

[Ruan Sixian]:?

After a while, Si Xiaozhen lost a picture to the group.

This is the February issue of a domestic aviation magazine. The theme focuses on the international treaty on aviation environmental protection. Fu Mingyu, who signed the treaty on behalf of the World Airlines, is naturally one of the protagonists of this magazine interview.

A photo of him when he signed the treaty is attached to the inside page.

Behind him is a huge curtain, simply marking the subject. Fu Mingyu stood in the middle and shook hands with several white men.

Because of the camera around him, he showed a suitable smile, weakening his sharp temperament and highlighting a bit of gentleness.

[Bian Xuan]: There is a saying, after seeing this photo, I think he is qualified to be narcissistic.

[Bian Xuan]: This is a picture of a student without intensive cultivation!

[Bian Xuan]: Finished speaking.

[Si Xiaozhen]: Second.

[Ruan Sixian]: Quit the group.

Although he didn't really leave the group, Ruan Sixian did not participate in the group chat anymore.

She opened the picture and looked at it for several minutes.

Are these two people?

He did not know that Fu Mingyu was on the cover of "gentlemen’squarterly".

Thinking of this, Ruan Sixian angrily opened the music software and shared a song to Moments.

I hope he can be a little self-aware when he hears this song tomorrow.

However, one night passed.

When Ruan Sixian woke up, she opened WeChat and saw more than 100 likes and dozens of comments in her Moments.

She turned over one by one, but did not see Fu Mingyu's movement.

Suddenly there was a feeling of punching the cotton, Ruan Sixian was bored on the bed with the quilt for a while before getting up.

Fu Mingyu has never liked turning around in Moments.

What's more, he received a call from the company on the way back to the Huguang Mansion last night, and immediately went back to deal with the matter, docked with the European sales department, and was busy until noon today.

Then someone took over, and Fu Mingyu went home to catch up.

It was seven o'clock in the evening when I woke up.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, the reflection of the setting sun was rippling in the middle of the lake.

Fu Mingyu picked up the phone and glanced at the real-time flight monitoring situation today.

Looking down line by line, my eyes suddenly freeze in the middle line of data.

World Airline 1569, model acj31, was delayed due to weather and has not taken off yet.

Fu Mingyu curled his lips at the thought of Ruan Sixian on this flight.

Put down the phone and took a shower. When I came back, there was a missed call, Zhu Dong called.

Fu Mingyu hit back.

"what's up?"

"Zheng Shan's birthday tonight, did you forget?"

Fu Mingyu opened the calendar and took a look, but really forgot.

Zhu Dong: "You are really interesting. In the morning, Boyang brought the gift over. I thought you remembered it. So it was your secretary who remembered it?"

Fu Mingyu: "Okay, I'm here."

Since it was a birthday party for his brother and girlfriend, Fu Mingyu changed clothes casually and went out.

The birthday banquet was in a private club in the southern suburbs, and Fu Mingyu was indeed the last to arrive.

As Zhu Dong's girlfriend, Zheng Shan dare not say anything about him.

When people come, she already saves her face.

Most of the people present today were acquaintances who were invited by Zhudong to celebrate Zheng Shan's birthday.

Fu Mingyu took a seat, and the opposite was Yan'an.

When I saw him, he naturally remembered what happened last night, and Fu Mingyu's eyes sank again.

But Yan An had already taken off his coat, loosened a few buttons, and the part of his face connected to his neck was red.

He seemed to have drunk a lot, whispering to the person next to him.

Fu Mingyu is quiet here, Zhu Dong on the right, and a strange woman on the left.

Since Fu Mingyu took the seat, he has not spoken. Everyone can see that he is not very interested, except for a few who are particularly familiar, such as Zhu Dong, others dare not speak up.

After three rounds of wine, the words of a table will never be finished, endless.

Fu Mingyu was even a little annoyed and wanted to leave early.

Just when he was thinking of finding the right opportunity to speak, someone suddenly raised his chin to Yan'an.

"President Yan, what about the female flying you talked about last time? How long has it been since, have you caught up?"

Fu Mingyu glanced at Yan'an, then picked up the wine glass in front of him, put it to his mouth, and only took a sip.

"Blow it!"

Yan'an actually didn’t drink much, but a frustrated person could turn three points into seven points. He didn’t care about it at the moment, and said his depression, "It’s all the **** blame Chang Xiaoyi. Going around at home made people anxious, so I said goodbye to me last night."

"I'm telling you goodbye?"

"Nonsense, made me die clearly last night."

Fu Mingyu put down the wine glass and wiped the non-existent wine stains at the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

Although it is not good to say that, Fu Mingyu knew that he was a little happy now.

The depression that had been held in the chest for a day, also disappeared at this moment.

If you don’t hide your smile and let people see it, it’s not good to be charged with gloating.

The conversation over there continues.

"You really just forget it? A woman, it's a lot of time to coax, she said forget it, then what's the chase? You don't try again?"

"Originally, when I went home yesterday, I was still thinking about it. I will coax her back when she calms down."

Yan'an paused when he said that, the whole table's attention was on him, waiting for his next words.

Naturally, it also includes Fu Mingyu.

It's just that he tasted the wine slowly, not so obvious.

Yan'an was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to say it in front of so many people.

But everyone looked at him, and he didn't care about that much when he got up.

"She shared a song in Moments last night. I clicked it in and listened to it. I thought she was scolding me. Forget it, that's a real deal. She didn't like me so much. I was looking for something boring."

Someone asked him what song it was, and he naturally killed him and refused to say it.

Fu Mingyu took out his cell phone calmly and clicked into Ruan Sixian's circle of friends, and he saw that she shared a song "gq" last night.

After the show, the night was dark.

Fu Mingyu drank some wine, and his tiredness came up again.

He closed his eyes and raised his mind, and opened the window to let the night wind blow in to disperse the alcohol.

Suddenly thinking of something, Fu Mingyu took out his phone, clicked into Ruan Sixian's circle of friends again, and opened the song.

Two seconds later, an extremely...characteristic singing sounded in the car.

The car was very quiet, so this piece of music was especially clear in Fu Mingyu's ears.

——Every word is very clear.

"Stopwastingtime (don't waste my mother's time anymore)

evenacovergq (even if you are on the cover of gq)

iain\'tevergoinghomewithyou (I will never go home with you)

i\'mkindadifferentthegirlnextdoor (My old mother is different from those silly white sweets next door)

i\'mlookingforsomethingmore (I want something more meaningful)

you\'rebarkingthewrongtree (you are really stupid dog barking the wrong tree)

The singing stopped abruptly.

The driver glanced at Fu Mingyu, whose expression was not right, from the rearview mirror, and did not dare to say a word.

Fu Mingyu squeezed the phone and looked out the window with a calm face.

It's not that he thinks too much, but he is very suspicious, is Ruan Sixian scolding Yan'an or scolding him?