Chapter 17 (2/2)

Fu Mingyu did not open his eyes, pinched his eyebrows, and did not answer directly, ”what time is it?”

”A quarter past nine.”

Fu Mingyu slightly pondered, ”go back to Mingchen apartment.”

When the driver heard this, he would naturally drive to Mingchen apartment, but Boyang continued: ”when you attended the meeting this morning, your mobile phone was turned off. My wife called me and said that you hadn't been back for many days.”

”Well.” Fu Mingyu said carelessly, ”it's too late today. Go back tomorrow.”

The car sped to Mingchen apartment and slowed down outside the gate.

Fu Mingyu's sleepiness was gone. He looked out of the window and a figure came into his sight.

”Stop here.”

When Fu Mingyu said this, he had already begun to wear a suit and coat. ”In a moment, you will have my luggage sent up.”

Without waiting for Bo Yang to answer, Fu Mingyu got out of the car.

Early summer night is very suitable for walking, this point of the community has many old people with children out for a walk, there are also dog walking.

Ruan Sixian, dragging her flight box, walked cautiously all the way, always avoiding the dogs on the road.

But even so, she couldn't get up fast.

Today's flight is a four segment flight, from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m.

When I used to be a flight attendant, I always envied that the pilot in the cockpit could sit all the way.

It was only when I got to that position that I found that physical strength was secondary, and the whole process of concentration was really deadly.

Fortunately, there are several gardenias on the side of the road, and the fragrance is rolled up by the evening wind, which dispels some fatigue.

When she reached the steps downstairs, she found her shoelaces open.

When she squatted down and tied up, and then got up to lift the flight box, she was already preempted.

Fu Mingyu picked up her flight box, took two or three steps up the steps and looked back at her.

”Just getting off the plane?”

Ruan Sixian didn't want to speak very much. She gave a gentle ”um” as an answer.

In her heart, she was still responding to the things in the morning. She felt that she had seen what it was called that the upper beam was not right and the lower beam was crooked.

After three years, this person can still say, ”I think she is more interesting to me.”

The staff at the bottom know nothing and can say, ”she is still stubborn about Mr. Fu.”

Does Hang Seng aviation rely on imagination to start aircraft?

Thinking of this, Ruan Sixian was trying to control her temper, and then reached for her flight box.

But Fu Mingyu didn't reach out.

”I'll take it for you.”

”Don't I have hands?”

“……”

Fu Mingyu felt powerless at the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't get up and down again, and he was irritable.

But the person in front of him reached out to grab the flight box, and a white hand swayed in front of him.

It's really irritable.

Fu Mingyu grabbed the hand in front of him, ”Ruan...”

The touch of the palm is a little strange, and there are two words left.

He was stunned for a moment. In order to confirm, he rubbed her palm with his fingers.

A thin but obvious cocoon.

Recently, I always think about the situation when I saw her for the first time. More and more times, it is more and more clear.

She is very beautiful, wearing a slim flight attendant uniform, graceful figure, delicate skin, any man will feel that is a delicate woman.

Cocoon, it seems, should not appear in her palm.

In Fu Mingyu's trance for a moment, Ruan Sixian jerked back her hand and wiped it on her clothes. She looked at Fu Mingyu with the look of a sex wolf.

”What are you doing! I tell you, if you start again, even if you are the boss, I dare to sue you for workplace sexual harassment! ”Then he took two steps back.

“……”

Fu Mingyu really didn't know what to say.

Hands and feet?!

Sexual harassment?!

”Ruan Sixian,” he said in a low voice, choking a cloud in his chest

Three words bite very heavy, almost gnash teeth.

She looked up at him.

They were less than half a meter apart, and their eyes reflected each other. It was supposed to be a beautiful picture, but the smell of fire medicine was all around.

”Don't challenge my temper again and again.”

Challenge your temper?

Ruan Sixian was so angry that she laughed.

Who is challenging whose temper?

”Have you finished?”

Ruan Sixian was angry, but her tone became light, ”that's the sentence on your grave.”