80 “My favorite male guest.”

His goal was clear. The moment Meng Liyue met his gaze, the corners of the man's mouth curved up noticeably. His eyes were so direct and passionate that he didn't need to say anything more. His colleagues around him could see it clearly.

Although everyone has long known that Meng Liyue's husband is a pilot, he has come to pick up Meng Liyue many times, but it was often late at night, and he stayed in the car, so those colleagues rarely saw him in person.

All doubts were finally resolved at this moment.

Everyone's eyes were on them.

"Let me introduce you to you... This is my husband."

Meng Liyue held Li Fuzheng's hand, looking calm.

"Hello." Li Fuzheng nodded politely, "I'll take Yueyue away first."

Everyone watched them leave, unable to suppress their excitement.

"Wait... So when the drone flew illegally that day, it was Li Yue who ordered her husband to return?"

After a colleague finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

Although for most controllers, this kind of repetitive work is boring and has many complaints.

There is a constant joke in the company: who would like a pilot? It's like who would like a colleague when they have nothing to do at work.

But thinking about that scene, I also feel an indescribable sense of fate that penetrates deep into my soul.

As an air traffic controller, having such an experience in my life is a career highlight...

Meng Liyue didn't care too much about her colleagues' thoughts. She knew that there would definitely be a lot of people discussing it, as long as it didn't affect her and Li Fuzheng.

"I didn't hear from you. I thought you were at the airport."

"I had a meeting and thought I'd hurry over to pick you up." Li Fuzheng leaned his elbows against the window frame, smiling casually, "Do you think I disappeared after I landed? Are you worried about me?"

Meng Liyue did not deny it.

That attachment starts from the moment he takes off and continues until he lands.

Civil aviation people always like to say that safe takeoffs and landings are both good wishes and heartfelt expectations. Now this vision is closely related to her, with an additional layer of concern that cannot be separated.

When they got home, Li Fuzheng took some things out of his suitcase, but this time he learned from his experience of giving a brand-name bag as a gift last time and brought local specialties for international flights.

The fellow pilots bought various things for their families, and he was no exception. He stuffed a whole box full of things, almost taking up all the space.

Meng Liyue was obviously happier to see the food than the luxury goods. The sparkling light in her eyes was particularly attractive: "I like it!"

Having not seen her for two days, Li Fuzheng's eyes fell on her soft, plump lips. She was clearly not wearing lipstick, but her lips were bright and rosy.

The man's sharp Adam's apple rolled vigorously. He took a step forward, approached her, lowered his head, and their noses gradually touched.

The gentle touch caused a tingling sensation, and Meng Liyue's body immediately softened. She supported his chest with both hands: "Husband..."

The muscles under his fingertips were firm, and Meng Liyue couldn't help but took the opportunity to touch them twice.

Li Fuzheng's breathing suddenly became heavy: "Wife...you don't have to go to work tomorrow, tonight?"

But before she could answer, her cell phone rang.

Meng Liyue was about to respond, but he held her face in his hands again and said, "No matter what."

"What if it's something that happened in the unit?"

As civil aviation workers, they usually never mute their phones to prevent unexpected emergencies.

Especially for mobile phones on the expedition, if the dispatcher catches the flight, as long as you don't answer the phone, you will be regarded as a missed flight.

Li Fuzheng rubbed her face, his low voice full of dissatisfaction: "It's already this late, what kind of emergency can there be?"

"I'll take it first."

He could only let go of his hand, his eyes glowing blue, and stare at Meng Liyue dimly.

She picked up the phone and saw that it was not a call from her workplace, but from Xiao Rong.

"My friend is looking for me at this time, it must be something important!"

He snorted lightly, walked to the sofa and sat down, crossed his legs, put his arms on her, and stared at her closely.

Meng Liyue could only quickly ask her: "What's going on?"

"I met my dream guy!! It's been a long time since I last met him!"

"ah?"

Xiao Rong obviously had a hard time controlling his emotions: "I just got off work and was buying supper outside our dormitory when I ran into some hooligans and we had a little argument."

Seeing that she was alone, it was quite late, and she looked cute and adorable, the other party thought she was easy to bully, so he approached her and chatted with her on purpose.

After being rejected, he became angry and humiliated and even planned to take action.

Xiao Rong was holding a cell phone and preparing to call the police, but those people rushed up and snatched it away: "Do you think calling the police will work..."

Just when they were about to snatch her phone, a tall man with a crew cut appeared in her sight.

He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, had a sturdy figure, and the muscles on his arms were full and strong, revealing the primitive wildness of a man.

The movement was so fast that Xiao Rong could hardly see it. In the blink of an eye, those minions were already lying on the ground.

He tilted his head slightly and said in a low, cold voice: "You can call the police now."

"Oh...oh." Xiao Rong's reaction was slow, and her face turned red. "Thank you."

The man's strong and powerful hormones made her feel the long-lost throbbing. Although she only saw half of his profile, his cold and sharp jaw had already confirmed that this was a man who met her aesthetic standards.

"Excuse me, what's your name? I..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a particularly cold-blooded man: "I have something else to do. I'm leaving now. If the police need my cooperation, please contact me later."

He was just passing by, quickly read out a number, strode into the passenger seat of a jeep on the side of the road, and left quickly.

Xiao Rong's strong memory played a big role at this moment, and the mobile phone number was clearly imprinted in his mind.

The man left, but the vibration in his chest continued. When the police arrived and arrested him, Xiao Rong cooperated and took a statement, but he still couldn't ease the uneasy feeling of throbbing.

I could only call my friends and tell them about it.

"Do you know how handsome he is? He's the kind of handsome that makes you want to sleep with him!"

"..." Meng Liyue quickly covered the microphone to prevent Li Fuzheng from hearing it.

She also took the opportunity to hint to him: "We still need to talk for a while, why don't you go in first?"

He gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked into the bedroom with a feeling of resentment.

She could chat freely and immediately encouraged Xiao Rong: "Since he has a phone number, add him on WeChat and take the initiative!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Xiao Rong came up with a bunch of ideas. She went into the bedroom. The man, who was so bored that he started to clean up his closet, turned his head and looked at her dimly: "Is it my turn now?"

"Hey." She hurried over and took the initiative to act coquettishly, "I'm sorry, I ignored you."

Li Fuzheng snorted, his closet completely empty, and he even took out his suitcase: "Didn't you say you wanted to free up some space? Next time you go back to your mother-in-law's place to get your autumn clothes, I'll help you pack them."

"Oh, okay."

She was slow to react and entered the password.

The moment she opened the suitcase, she regretted it.

Li Fuzheng's gaze was also fixed directly on the thick notebook.