A girl mysteriously transmigrates to the 1970s.
She possesses two major abilities: mental and healing.
She holds a magical space with a built-in mall.
She gains warm family affect...
When Fu Xiao walked into the conference room, of course not everyone was there yet, after all, it was still early.
However, Fu Weilun and Wang Zhifeng had already arrived and were sitting in their seats chatting about something.
She approached slowly.
Noticing her arrival, Fu Weilun chuckled and asked, "Are you here?"
"Well," Fu Xiao pulled out a chair and sat down, whispering, "Third Uncle, have you eaten?"
"I've eaten," Fu Weilun said gently, "Xiaoxiao, I'm a bit bored today."
"I brought you a book, you can read it secretly,"
As he spoke, he took out a book from among the documents and handed it to her.
Fu Xiao took it with a smile.
How boring can it be...
An hour later, Fu Xiao listened to the man reading a long speech with a dazed look in his eyes.
It's really boring.
She glanced at the thickness of the manuscript and was amazed.
Isn't he thirsty?
Just as she thought this, she saw the person reading the script pick up the cup in front of him and take a sip of water.
After a short pause of a few minutes, it started again.
She looked around and saw that at least one-third of the participants were missing today.
The people in the first two rows didn't show up.
Fu Xiao took out the book Fu Weilun prepared for her to pass the time.
She decided that if she still had lectures in the afternoon, she would not come.
I tried hard to immerse myself in the book, and time didn't seem so unbearable.
A whole morning passed, and when the meeting was announced to be over, Fu Xiao leaned forward and put his forehead against the table.
Waiting for the person in front to walk out.
Fu Weilun turned around and saw this scene, he chuckled helplessly, the light in his eyes filled with subtle doting.
"Go play by yourself this afternoon,"
Fu Xiao raised his eyes to look at him and whispered, "Still like this this afternoon?"
He ruffled her hair and said, "It's a different person telling the story, but it's still similar."
Fu Xiao smiled sheepishly: "Then I won't stay here, Third Uncle. If you need me to do anything, please let me know."
"I understand. Get out."
Fu Weilun walked out, and Fu Xiao and Wang Zhifeng followed him out of the meeting room.
On the way to the restaurant, I met Mu Lianshen and his group.
Seeing that he was talking to someone next to him, Fu Xiao did not go forward to disturb him and followed Fu Weilun into the restaurant.
I ordered some food, took a few steamed buns, and found an empty table to sit at.
It was dinner time and there were people eating around. The three of them didn't say anything and just ate quietly.
Just then, the secretary beside Jiang Qisheng came over.
"Brother Liu, have you eaten?"
Fu Weilun was obviously very familiar with him and greeted him with a smile.
Secretary Liu sat next to him with a familiar attitude and whispered, "The minister asked you to go to him after dinner. He said he would introduce you to a few people."
"I understand. Please sit down first."
Fu Weilun finished the soup, picked up a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, looked at Fu Xiao, and said gently: "Don't come in the afternoon, play by yourself, but be careful."
Fu Xiao nodded. "You go ahead and do your thing. I'm fine."
Fu Weilun stood up and followed the visitor out the door.
She turned her head to look at Wang Zhifeng beside her and asked, "Brother Wang, don't you need to follow?"
Hearing this, Wang Zhifeng did not stop picking up the food and explained, "It's not appropriate for me to go. I'll just stand aside and wait."
"oh,"
Fu Xiao finished the steamed bun in his hand and drank the soup in the bowl.
Looking at Wang Zhifeng who picked up another steamed bun, he said, "Brother Wang, I'll leave first. You eat slowly."
Wang Zhifeng raised his right hand slightly and waved at her.
Fu Xiao put the used dishes in the recycling area, walked to the door and saw Mu Lianshen coming towards him. He chuckled and said, "Are you done?"
Mu Lianshen stopped in front of her and looked at her lovingly, "Come on, eat some more with me?"
"I'm full," she shook her head and pointed to the pavilion not far from the restaurant, "I'll wait for you there, go eat by yourself."
"Then don't wander around, I'll be out soon,"
Fu Xiao nodded and walked to the pavilion nearby.
There are a few smooth stones piled here that can be used as stools.
There are peonies of various colors planted next to it, and when the wind blows, the fragrance of flowers fills your nose.
The wind blows gently and the stone steps are cool.
She leaned against the pillar beside her, smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and slowly closed her eyes.
The man who was walking over saw a figure in front of him out of the corner of his eye and paused.
Zhai Yumo's steps became much lighter. He took a step forward and realized it was that familiar person.
The sun was pouring down, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the shadows fell on the face of the extremely beautiful girl.
The wind blew, lifting her soft hair, and petals that had floated over from nowhere fell on her body and hair.
The girl was wearing simple black pants and a red top, and her eyes were closed at the moment, but he knew what she looked like when she opened her eyes.
If she opened her eyes now.
He will definitely smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised but the curvature is not obvious.
She remained the same when facing everyone, with a well-behaved look between her brows.
Only those cat-like eyes are always so indifferent, with an extraordinary clarity and calmness.
Her skin is as white as jade, without any flaws, and her facial features are delicate.
Looking at her like this, a strange light flashed in Zhai Yumo's eyes, as if gathering the bright moonlight.
He raised his foot to take a step closer.
His uneasy heart made his steps heavier.
Her fingers moved slightly and her eyelashes fluttered.
She opened her eyes when she heard footsteps.
Fu Xiao looked up and was caught off guard by his deep eyes.
His eyes were dark, bright and quiet, with a lingering light in them and some vague emotion hidden within.