President's Private Spoil Rule

Fu Qingyu went directly to the airport with huiyoutan Borneo flowers in her hands, on the grounds that she wanted to send the flowers to Zuo Shaoqing as soon as possible.

Qing said: "I've gone to country F. will sect leader Fu go to France to pick me up first and then go back to country y together."

Fu Qingyu's face blossomed into a flower, so that he could have a romantic time with Zuo Shaoqing in country F. Speaking of, should the temperature in country f be warmer? Can she show the suspender skirt she bought.

I wonder what Zuo Shaoqing will look like when she sees her wearing a skirt.

Fu Qingyu was completely immersed in fantasy, swallowed her saliva and nodded hard.

"Also..."

Before she could say the good word, Bai Xiaolong interrupted her: "Qing called and there seems to be something wrong with Hong. The guild leader would better return home early to deal with things."

Fu Qingyu stared: "eh? When did Qing call? "

"Just when you thanked the old monk so much."

When it comes to business, Fu Qingyu takes it seriously: "did you call Hong? What the hell is going on? "

Bai Xiaolong changed her ticket and said coldly, "the phone hasn't been connected. The people in the headquarters said that she hasn't been to the headquarters today." Looking at her coldly, "do you want to go through security or change a ticket to country f?"

Fu Qingyu grabbed the ticket in his hand: "of course, I'm going back. Why didn't you say something so important earlier? "

Bai Xiaolong disagreed: "the fastest way to say no is to get to the airport now."

Fu Qingyu shook his fist and was a little excited: "I said, although you have a lot of opinions about me, can you tell me such an important thing immediately next time?"

Fu Qingyu hurried into the security inspection area and called Hong and Qing.

The red phone really couldn't get through. When Qing connected the phone, he immediately broke out: "boss, what's the matter with you? Why don't you open our outside line. Do you know how many calls I've made to you. Red lost contact, do you know? "

Every top organization has a communication line that does not belong to any communication department. Black market, Green Eagle. Because the opening cost of the external line is very high, it is generally started only when performing secret tasks or when there is no signal.

The temple was in the countryside where the signal was very weak. Fu Qingyu didn't notice that the phone had no signal and didn't open an outside line. Bai Xiaolong noticed, so finally Qing's phone called Bai Xiaolong.

Fu Qingyu felt guilty: "sorry, Qing, what's going on?"

"When Hong called me last night, he said that the work of repairing the highway near your house often caused trouble. I want to go and have a look. I called her again today and didn't answer. "

"Main road? The road that blew up the charm before? "

"Yes. Now we are building roads. Because of the large amount of work, many of them are prisoners in prison. I heard Hong say that a prisoner escaped from my road. "

"Ran away?" Fu Qingyu was surprised. "Qing, I'll hang up first. I'll call the old lady."

That road is closest to Fu's house. If she escapes from prison, will the old lady be in danger? Although there are rich families around, if prisoners escape from prison, they are more likely to seek revenge.

"The old lady should be fine. I called this morning." Qing said.

Fu Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief: "I'd better call the old lady."

After the security check and waiting for the plane, Fu Qingyu still called the old lady.

The old lady's cell phone was turned off, and Ling Er answered it.

"Where's the old lady?" Fu Qingyu was a little nervous.

"The old lady has gone to play cards." There was nothing unusual in ling'er's voice. "I can't come back until evening."

The old lady is very rare to play cards, but once she plays cards, she will turn it off and treat it very carefully.

Because the old lady's self-esteem is very strong. Whenever she plays cards, she must win. She must turn off her mobile phone, refuse task interference and concentrate on playing cards.

Although ling'er said so, Fu Qingyu was a little uneasy until she boarded the plane.

White Bruce Lee hugged her with both hands and gave her a cold eye: "you can see it after you sleep. Don't think too much. "

"I see." Fu Qingyu turned to look out of the window and looked at the youtanboro flower on his leg. He was stunned. He didn't know whether it was true that the flower could see the person he wanted to see.

Old lady, will it be all right?!

20000 feet above the clouds, from dawn to dark.

After a 12 hour flight, Fu Qingyu saw the old lady in her dream for the first time.

The old lady in the dream is no different from that in normal times. She has gold wire glasses and is a little thin, but she has a tenderness that Fu Qingyu has never seen before.

"Xiaoyu..." the old lady looked at her with a smile, rubbed her head like Zuo Shaoqing, and finally looked virtuous and virtuous.

Fu Qingyu had goose bumps in his dream: "dry hemp is so called. It's so seeping."

"What's the matter? That's what I called you when you were young. Xiao Yu, yu'er, yu'er... "The old lady sat by the bed, held her hands, listed a bunch of her childhood nicknames, and said," at that time, your father liked to call you yu'er best. He said, it's better to be broken than complete. "

"Ha?" Fu Qingyu raised her eyebrows. "That's how my name came from. It's unlucky. "

"What does that matter? Anyway, others don't know." The old lady waved her hand very casually, "it's a pity that your father hasn't seen you now, otherwise he will be very happy."

Fu Qingyu was very ashamed: "I'm not very good. My father may not be very happy to see it."

"No, No. You'd rather be broken than full, which is very in line with the old man's hope for you. He will be very happy. "

Although it doesn't sound good, it sounds quite useful.

Fu Qingyu scratched his head in embarrassment and giggled.

The old lady rubbed her head and said, "so now, I can go to see your father openly."

Fu Qingyu jumped up: "ah? what do you mean? Isn't the old man dead? "

The old lady bent her eyes, and the shadow gradually faded: "yes... Yes, I'm dead..."

"Then how can you find him..." Fu Qingyu grabbed her. "Don't go, don't find him. Don't go. "

"I'm going..."

Fu Qingyu was shocked: "Mom, don't go, mom..."

Mom

Fu Qingyu jumped out of bed with a cry. When his legs kicked violently, his body woke up.

Bai Xiaolong neatly caught the glass box that fell from her leg and clasped her waving hand: "Fu Qingyu!"

The real touch woke Fu Qingyu up.

Fu Qingyu looked at Bai Xiaolong and was still a little depressed. For the first time, she didn't shake his hand: "Bai Xiaolong, I dreamed of my mother."

"Madam, it'll be all right." White Bruce Lee handed her the glass box. "Don't fall down again. It took a lot of trouble to get it."

Fu Qingyu lowered his head, looked at the dazzlingly blooming youtan Boro flower, and whispered to himself, "it may be because of the flower that he dreamed of the person he wanted to see."