The car door opened, and Song Chu came in with a gust of cold wind, and the incense on his body became cold incense.
Sheng Jinchu turned his head sideways. After a day of intense training, Song Chu in uniform was still like a spring breeze. It's different from those scheming and oily men in the conference room. The smiles on those people's faces were fake smiles. Song Chu was different. When he smiled, he showed even teeth, which made him look extraordinarily healthy.
"How was your training today?" Sheng Jinchu put aside the setbacks in the workplace for the time being and cheered up a little.
Hearing her question, Song Chu suddenly stopped pulling the seat belt, turned around and gritted his teeth: "It's you, right? Let the instructor make it harder for me." He squinted his eyes and put on a fierce expression on purpose: "You are really willing to punish your boyfriend to death, won't your conscience hurt?"
"What's the matter, was today's training difficult?"
Song Chu said depressedly: "In the first round of training, he set up a weather condition that I could barely fly, requiring manual operation without autopilot assistance. When I was about to land, a 747 lost control and entered the runway, forcing me to fly. I had to cruise on standby. When the altitude of the second round of training was 36,000 feet, the aircraft suddenly lost pressure in the technical room. If it was at sea, the solution was simple, but in areas with high terrain, we could only follow the pre-set escape route , changed to the diversion route, and a series of operations made me flustered. Afterwards, I encountered two wind shears, once for takeoff and landing, and used GPS to perform a series of complicated approaches"
The situations that appear in the simulator training are all that may happen in reality. Sheng Jinchu knew that human life was at stake, and it wasn't fun at all. However, listening to Song Chu's eloquent and emotional narration, she could imagine his appearance when he operated, his expression was serious, methodical, when a man was most attractive.
Seeing that she couldn't help laughing, Song Chu held her face in his hands: "How dare you say it wasn't you, huh?"
Sheng Jinchu smiled and grabbed his hands: "It's really not me. I was in a meeting at the company all day, and I was so busy. It must be because the instructor loves and hates you deeply. Thinking of your absence yesterday and being late today, Deliberately adding material to your training content." She grabbed his fingertips and sniffed him closely, "Are you smoking?"
"A dog's nose, so sensitive." Song Chu doesn't have much of a cigarette addiction, but occasionally smokes one when he's nervous.
Sheng Jinchu patted his hand away: "No one in my family smokes, so I am very sensitive to the smell of smoke."
Song Chu was disgusted, and approached suddenly like a counterattack, so close that his breath licked her like a snake letter.
"Sniff again, what else is there besides the smell of smoke?"
Sheng Jinchu was very uncomfortable being teased by him, and leaned back slightly: "It still smells like orange, have you eaten candy?"
Song Chu's slender body pressed down, and his voice was magnetic: "Well, lollipop, you come to pay for the sweetness."
His voice was about to fall, and he had already kissed her. Because of the sudden feeling of joy and tension, Sheng Jinchu instinctively pressed her teeth hard, and her teeth, which were as fine as shellfish, sank into his lips. Song Chu let out a "huh" and pinched the palm of her waist hard. The pain seemed to be fatal, and the blood in his whole body flowed back instantly, as if he had fallen into hot magma.
Can't help but increase the strength on the lips and teeth.
For a while, Sheng Jinchu was still limp and weak, his brain was dazzled, and he couldn't slow down.
Song Chu unbuttoned the collar of his uniform to relieve the unbearable heat. His forehead was covered with fine sweat, which wet the black and fluffy forehead hair.
With a hoarse voice: "It's not that I'm tired all day, go to the back and rest for a while, I'll drive."
Sheng Jinchu obediently sat in the back seat.
Her car was too small for Song Chu. He adjusted the seat back to accommodate his long, straight legs.
Sheng Jinchu stared at his series of movements, and the hormones emanating from the man made her completely forget the age gap. Obviously sensing her scrutiny, he raised his eyes with a half-smile, and caught her gaze from the rearview mirror.
Sheng Jinchu's old face turned red, and he buried it in his palm in pain.
A warm uniform came down, covering half of her body.
"Go to sleep, I'll call you when we arrive."
Sheng Jinchu was really negligent, and only remembered to ask him where he was when he got to the parking lot.
Song Chu turned around and said, "The restaurant, I invited my aunt to have dinner together."
"Your aunt? Why didn't you tell me in advance, I'm not prepared at all."
"Is there anything to prepare, it's just a meal. My aunt doesn't care."
Sheng Jinchu was dubious. Following Song Chu into the restaurant and seeing Chu Manyun himself, I felt that this was absolutely wrong.A person who doesn't care, she just doesn't care about her nephew. The person he loves so much, he can do whatever he wants. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com