Landing On My Heart

The stove in the door rang, hot stone pot, boiled, and the scent was filled with a small store.

The waiter rushed to take a table, and grabbed a greasy rag to raw the table.

"What are you eating?"

Yan Siwei looked at the menu on the wall and said: "Saturg flower nail fans, add some flower armor."

The waiter also looked at Fu Ming, but the voice was not so simply, "What about you?"

Fu Ming was late: "Like her."

"Good!" The waiter looked up to the fire stove, "two sour spicy flower!"

Since Fu Mingpei followed, Yan Sizhen can feel the views of the surrounding lines gradually focus on him.

The store is hovering, full of fireworks, and Fu Ming gives the temperament, the face is indifferent, and the atmosphere of this is not in.

He is completely like a person who will appear in this place, is like a painting of movies that are playing in the wall corner TV.

Yan Sizhen did not expect him to come in.

Ten minutes ago, the words of lying the captain were calm, but I looked very embarrassed that Fu Mingfei, who came to her, listened to him: "Isn't it eaten?"

Sijun said hard: "Playing meals."

Fu Ming looked at the environment in the store and asked: "Do you want to change a place?"

I thought I watched it for so long, how can I change it? Now, I can't take her into the magic of the flower fans. "Don't, I want to eat here."

After that, she wants to deliberately ask: "Is Fu always eat together?"

More than a dozen dollars, how can Fu Ming?

And the environment here ... anyway, it can't be clean.

However, I didn't expect him that he nodded, "Well, ok."

So he stood quietly at Yan Si, waiting for ten minutes, waiting for the store, he came in.

Yan Siwei felt that he was digging himself.

What can she eat, how can Fu Ming?

Who is more than anyone else or?

However, when the two bowls took a hot garden, when they came up, they carefully smelted, and the sour taste of the flower armor and the sour taste of vinegar.

Yan Siwei saw the opposite Fu Ming to clearly frown.

Sure enough, you can't do it.

Yan Sizhen directly picked up a small bowl, got a soup, drink a bite, deliberately showing a big expressive expression.

"It's so delicious."

She looked at Fu Ming, Yang Yang, "Fu Zheng, moving chopsticks, can be delicious."

She will not believe Fu Ming will really eat this.

Sure enough, although Fu Ming was sitting, but he took a small half of this table, took a paper towel and wiped the spoon, and learned to think of a small half bowl of soup.

But when you take a bowl, he still has not been able to.

Even if the whole bowl is full of inferior flavors, what is the oil floating above?

He looked up, and his eyes were looking at the eyes.

Put down the bowl, he decided to transfer the topic.

"In November, the company will start the national tour flight student enrollment, do you want to go?"

"What do I do?"

"Preaching."

Siwu "Oh" has a lot of flowers.

"I am just a car, and the preaching is the captain."

"It doesn't matter." Fu Ming said, "There is a female pilot to attract more girls to register."

Yan Sizhen suddenly looked up: "How, you still want to recruit female pilots?"

"I have never considered the gender of the pilot." His eyes slowly lost in the face of Yan Si, "Of course, if you are a female pilot like you, I don't mind how many tricks."

,, "I want to go to the water building first month, Fu Zheng?"

Fu Ming did not speak, pushed a bottle of the table to Yan Si.

"What?"

"You plus more vinegar."

?

What is the imagination? Why don't you write a novel?

Siwei put the vinegar back: "Sorry, I never eat vinegar, I will spit."

Fu Ming kids a nodded, but still did not have to move the meaning of chopsticks.

Yan Siwei looked at him a few seconds, took out disinfection wipes from the bag, wiped a pair of chopsticks carefully, and handed to Fu Ming.

"Fu always, eat."

Fu Ming took the chopsticks, and suddenly said: "I don't eat flower."

"This is simple, Xiao Yi is serving you."

Yan Si smiled and pulled his bowl over and cheered the flower.

Although I know that there is no good idea, I saw the eyelashes of her, and the nose was so sweating, and the mouth bend, and Fu Ming was still laughed.

A few minutes later, Fu Ming's flower armor ran into the bowl of .

pushed the bowl and looked at him in a smile, "Okay."

Fu Mingfei "Oh", "I don't eat fans."

"..."

"Fu Mingfei, is it?"

"I eat fans."

"good very good."

, "I don't know, I thought I was eating with the emperor."

Until the flower armor fans in front of him, Fu Ming did not move the chopsticks.

But I paid money before she put down the chopsticks.

A total of 36 pieces, Fu Ming gave the boss one hundred.

"keep the change."

"Hey, you eat it."

The boss borrows money, laughs, but I want to have money, I want to find fun.

Fu Mingpened back to Yan Ziyi.

"gone."

Yan Si is a bit supporting, and slowly wiped his mouth slowly.

The pedestrian street at this time is still very lively, and pedestrians come often, the footsteps are very leisure.

The five-color neon and the noisy music spread, the girl with the stalls in the road is selling, and a sound will pull the time.

"How much is it?"

Yan Siwei asked.

"Do you want to give me money?"

"Yes indeed."

"No need to."

Fu Mingpenedrew forward.

He stepped behind, his mouth behind him.

Dozens of dollars of flower armor fans were said to have a feeling of fullness, but not careless.

However, next second, he listened to him with a smile: "You said that I am a pig farm."

- Where can you receive your money?

Siwei plaque .

After two seconds, she still didn't hold back.

"! !!"

Fu Mingpened his back: "What's wrong? Didn't you eat?"

Yan Siwei didn't know how he didn't help but kill Fu Ming.

Is it a cultivation?

Is it a tutor?

No, it is a harmonious society that limits her.

Yan Si's footsteps quickly ran almost small, but Fu Ming chased her lightly.

"Okay, don't tease you." He pulled Yan Si's wrist, "said true, tour you not to go? At the beginning of November 11th, the first stop is your alma mater."

Yan Siwei is in the air, I didn't pay attention to him, and two words "

"No! Double eleven I just want to buy you!"

"Oh?"

Fu Ming is still flat, but the words that come out are unbearable. "Do you want me to give you your life? It's too fast."

"..."

[ ]: How can there be such a person in the world?

[ ]: Is the female mother's mother forgot to give him a face?

[ ]: Is it in the development of embryo development?

Siwei, a series of spit, and Yan Hui returned to a yawning expression package.

[]: Is Fu Mingfei?

Yan Siwei is taking the hand of typing.

I just wrote a word in the edit box - "Fu Ming is a big stupid"

She deleted this line without expression.

[ ]: Not, look at the exhaustion, sneer is very stupid.

[]: Oh, I thought it was your family.

[ ]:?

[]: Otherwise, can you still do this?

[]: you.

[]: Greeting guests, 886

Four days later, Yan Si's flight time arrived at the upper limit, carried out as usual, and she had a small town to go to the outskirts in advance, and the Division made the most active and advanced hotel in this matter.

However, when I prepared something, I received a message from the flight department.

Tomorrow morning in the afternoon training.

Life, life, life is to work.

Yan Siwei wrote to the world.

She greed he greet while hitting Harce, while he greege.

The mouth is still closed, and people around them suddenly quiet.

According to the intuitive look, the people walked towards the elevator, and the head is the first.

Others seem to be bluffing in an instant, and Yan Sizhen stared at Fu Ming to, I thought you didn't think about it. Otherwise, I really can't guarantee that I will give you a face in the company.

After half a minute, the elevator door closed, and the atmosphere around it was loose.

Ok, you have to thank you today, thank you for your habit you don't look for it?

After the meeting room, the manager of the flight department did not come late.

Yan Si is sitting in the window, supporting the sun to the window to make eye care.

This overlooking Zheng Yaoan.

Yan Siyi blinked and woke a bit.

How are she here?

There is also Fu Ming to the same question.

When he stood on the window, he called a call. When he recovered his sight, he saw Zheng Ya'an who stood downstairs downstairs.

"How are she here?"

Bai Yang took the front: "This year, the company's thirtyth anniversary and the World Air Show have begun to prepare, she is a photographer."

This year, the 30th anniversary of the World Air China, will be unified, and the ACJ31 new model is incorporated. This event is not the same, and the propaganda department has been prepared from the year, Fu Ming, from the head to the end, Until this month entered the end, he relaxed.

However, this does not mean that he doesn't care about the rest of the publicity.

Shihang has always had a fixed-collaborative photography team. Over the years, I have never paid people who are dissatisfied, which makes the world's publicity pictures, and they are unique in all kinds of imaging exhibitions.

After the previous enrollment propaganda photo, Fu Ming thought that the propaganda department has been very clear that Zheng Yaoan's style is not suitable for the aviation industry.

But even then, they actually advocate changing the photography team.

Fu Ming, half-eyed, raising his hand down the sleeve hoop on the shirt and threw it on the table.

"", Bai Yang's eyebrows are not frustrated.

Following Fu Ming for two years, he knows this is his extremely angry performance.

"Call the manager of the propaganda department."

At 6 o'clock in the afternoon, the end of the training came out of his shoulders.

Sitting in the company is really more tired than sitting in the cockpit.

Several colleagues in the peers called her to eat together at night, she agreed, but before this, she had to go to the bathroom.

The 16th floor is the flight department, relatively small people, few people, and there are few people in the bathroom.

When I saw the phone while pushing the door, I haven't had toilet, I have heard a very angry female voice from a certain part.

"Fu! Ming! Give! Yes! Sick!!"

who is it? !

who is it? !

Yan Sizhen has erected his ears, I want to know who it is!

On the site of Fu Ming!

Say a big truth!