She looked at the wreath and Meng Hechuan looked at her.

"Yes, that's what I wanted to ask."

He has always been frank and admits things when asked.

Meng Hechuan raised the wreath slightly higher and looked around. "Even if the team invites you to become a formal member, even if I no longer doubt your identity, do you still want to leave?"

This question is a bit over the line and a bit ambiguous.

Is Mr. Meng asking on behalf of the team or on his own behalf?

Bai Yan squeezed the pine cone tightly.

Is she leaving?

Do we still need to think about the answer?

...

...

If she could live her life again, she would certainly not make the same mistakes again, and she wanted to live a free and easy life.

In the 1980s, business opportunities were everywhere.

She has a special skill, and whether she works as a translator or works in a private enterprise in the future, she might be able to become a senior executive.

Live the rest of your life smoothly.

The original owner's life was tied to him, and he ended up dying of illness in prison.

How could I be entangled with Meng Hechuan when I knew the ending in advance?

Bai Yan didn't answer for a long time. Her white fingers stayed on the pine cone, and next to her was her arm holding a wreath.

I don’t know if it had rained or someone had splashed water on the ground, but there were puddles on the ground.

There were shadows of entangled people reflected in it, and there were also reflections of eaves, rippling in the puddles.

Tender and affectionate.

It is a flowing painting that cleverly interweaves reality and illusion.

There is madness and there is abstinence.

Extremely ambiguous.

"Meng Hechuan..." She lowered her eyes and called his name.

He seemed to laugh, but Bai Yan couldn't hear it clearly.

When I raised my head, all I could see was his chin with stubble.

The unruly style reveals the charm and sexiness of a mature man.

The dim light absorbed all the coldness in him, making his jade-like face look so gentle.

It's an excellent skin.

As long as he hasn't made any mistakes, he's also a man that can't be refused.

At least I have almost fallen into his 'beauty trap' several times in a row.

Bai Yan almost bit her tongue to force herself to be more sober and not to be so agitated.

"Don't pinch it anymore, or it will burst." He rescued the almost crushed pine cone from Bai Yan's hands and asked the stall owner how much it cost.

After paying, I handed her the wreath and asked, "Is that question so difficult to answer?"

Bai Yan couldn't find an excuse to refuse, so she held the wreath in her hands, the scent of pine branches faintly tangled in her mouth.

After hesitating for a long time, he said, "Chief Engineer Meng, you haven't answered my question yet."

Meng Hechuan raised his eyebrows, as he was outmaneuvered.

"Achuan! What are you doing?" Lu Jili and Lian Xun finally noticed that they had fallen behind, and stood not far in front of them and urged, "Why did you stop?"

"Let's go, let's do business first." He patted Bai Yan's arm gently, "Put away the wreath and take it back to hang it up."

When they got closer, Lu Jili wanted to see what Bai Yan was holding in her arms, but was stopped by Meng Hechuan.

An unfathomable look.

Lu Jili pulled Bai Yan away unconvinced, "Sister Yan, don't be alone again, be careful that Chief Engineer Meng has bad intentions towards you."

They turned into the alley, walked about two or three hundred meters, turned a corner, and the view in front of them suddenly opened up.

The passage in the alley is no more than five meters wide, but it is very crowded.

There was a crowd of people, and there were shops around, as well as mobile vendors pushing carts and selling their wares.

Bai Yan followed the three men as they walked forward, and noticed that there were a dazzling array of goods around them.

But it is true as Meng Hechuan said, they are all imported goods.

"Lao Cai's shop is in the front."

Meng Hechuan asked Lu Jili and Lian Xun to walk in front, while he asked Bai Yan to walk on the inside and lead them to look forward.

A small shop appeared in front.

When he walked in, a middle-aged man with big gold teeth looked up from the counter and smiled when he saw Meng Hechuan: "I was wondering why my Xier was yelling so happily, it turns out that Master Meng is here!"

The blue-feathered parrot in a cage next to the counter also made the sound of "Mr. Meng".

"Oh, besides Captain Lu and Instructor Lian, there's also a beautiful lady!"

Meng Hechuan smiled politely at Da Jin Ya, "Old Cai, we came here today to find some hardware accessories."

He turned slightly and introduced Bai Yan over.

Guessing they were old customers, although they didn't say it explicitly, Mr. Cai knew what accessories they were looking for.

I took them to the firewood room in the backyard. When the door opened, there was a row of aircraft parts inside.

Some are big, some are small, and they are indeed fine products.

Although Bai Yan couldn't quite understand what was on display, she could at least read the English labels on the shelves.

They are all engine blades or discs and casings.

Meng Hechuan displayed the drawings and discussed in a low voice with Lu Jili and Lian Xun standing aside.

Bai Yan didn't know when she would be needed, and she didn't dare to walk around or touch anything. She just stood there quietly and looked at them.

But my thoughts drifted away again.

The big gold tooth just now looked quite unserious. There were probably very few merchants who wanted to do foreign trade products in the 1980s.

In Jingzhou, apart from the Friendship Store, there is probably no other place where you can buy this kind of purely imported and finely crafted product.

As the chief engineer of the brigade, Meng Hechuan is very familiar with these alley stalls that are similar to black markets.

And he was talking and chatting with Big Gold Teeth...

I usually deal with people like this, no wonder he was turned against me later on.

But if it was because of the people around him that caused Meng Hechuan's changes in the later period, then if——

The people he associates with are all serious people, and some people also warn him not to interact too much with some weird people.

Will Meng Hechuan's final ending be somewhat different?

The man in front of me was tall and slender, about 1.80 meters tall, with muscular body wrapped in black work clothes.

Compared to his usual abstinent attire of suits or uniforms, a surge of masculine hormones gushed out.

Wild and lustful.

Bai Yan hugged the wreath tightly in her arms and stared at him without saying a word.

Lu Jili scratched his head, reached into his pocket to take out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth, "Don't show me English anymore, it gives me a headache! Let Sister Yan find it."

"Yes, the three of us are only half-baked, so we need Sister Yan to come." Lian Xun agreed, "Lu Jili, do you have a lighter? I feel uncomfortable if I don't smoke one."

"Come on, come on, Sister Yan, since I brought you out here, you have to play a role."

Meng Hechuan reluctantly stopped the topic, looked at Bai Yan, and waved at her, "A Yan, come here——"

Bai Yan was stunned.

However, he did not realize that he had followed the instructions of his two old friends and called the wrong name, as his mind was still on the drawings.

"Can you help me find the parts for this turbine blade?"

Bai Yan hurriedly pulled down a few strands of hair, trying to hide the panic on her face because of his calling her "A Yan", "Ah, let me see."

He walked closer to look at the blueprint and carefully read the small words on it, "Is it the turbine blade? Is it this one?"

She pointed and sought Meng Hechuan's confirmation.

But Meng Hechuan's sight was filled with her beautiful hair, soft and black.

Other than that, nothing can be seen.

"Chief Engineer Meng, is this the turbine blade you are talking about?" Bai Yan asked again.

For the first time, Chief Engineer Meng was absent-minded at work. "Which one?"

He moved closer to Bai Yan, tilted his head, and smelled the faint fragrance of soapberry.

Fresh and nice smell.

Makes people addicted.

Just like in the dream.

Chief Engineer Meng is a giant in thought, and even more of a master in action.

His actions were faster than his thoughts, and Bai Yan hadn't even opened her mouth yet.

The sound of a deep, heavy nasal breath was very abrupt in the quiet firewood room.

Not only did Bai Yan look up in surprise, but even Lu Jili and Lian Xun, who had just finished smoking and walked back in, looked at him with disdain, "Is it raining red? Chief Engineer Meng, are you being a hooligan?"