90 "You've been secretly in love with me for a long time, haven't you?"

Because the pavement of one runway at Chongqing Jiangbei Airport was damaged, a large number of flights will be cancelled before the repair is completed, so those planes that were originally scheduled to make an emergency landing in Chongqing can only divert to other places.

Soon after, Meng Liyue received radar feedback from the Meteorological Center that the rain had weakened in the area around the Hecheng Airport.

Although there is still thunderstorm coverage, a reasonable detour route can be found.

It was at this time that the powerful Zhongnan 9245 entered Meng Liyue's sector.

"Good evening, Hecheng Approach, Central South 9245, at your command."

She admitted that she felt good to be able to meet him, especially... during this busy period with heavy workload.

The corners of her mouth rose slowly, without hesitation for a second: "Zhongnan 9245, radar identification, tell me your intentions?"

"I'll maintain my current heading and fly 40 nautical miles, turn left to heading 160, fly south, and go around the south of the airport, is that ok? Central South 9245."

The last few words were inquiries with a gentle smile.

Meng Liyue also laughed: "Zhongnan 9245, this plan is OK."

Li Fuzheng would often avoid the weather, so she didn't need to worry about it. If he was in front and the plane behind him was later, she could just let them follow him.

When Li Fuzheng flew out of the sector she was in charge of and said goodbye for the last time, Meng Liyue also began to look forward to the goodbye that would soon come.

It was a very busy night. The thunderstorm was about to end, and we had to receive a flight that made an emergency landing from Chongqing. Several times her plane was fully loaded, and the district dispatcher had to forcibly detach the plane for her.

When she got off work in the early morning, she stretched her body. Although she was tired, the sense of accomplishment she got from her work was irreplaceable.

The most important thing was the moment she left the control center building and saw Li Fuzheng's car parked on the side of the road...

Meng Liyue seemed to see herself in high school, sitting in a corner, secretly glancing at the shining boy in the crowd.

And now, he was waiting for her not far away. When he looked over, his eyes were filled with her figure.

Meng Liyue couldn't help but jog over. Li Fuzheng had already gotten out of the car to pick her up: "Where are your colleagues?"

"They're still behind, I can't wait to see you!"

Li Fuzheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he put his arm around her waist: "I didn't even send you a message, but you knew I was coming?"

"I had a feeling you would come."

Her clear eyes stared at him, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

Sitting in the car, thinking about the final stage of the command process, Meng Liyue said happily: "Thank you very much, Captain, you saved me a lot of energy."

Crews respond to weather conditions with varying degrees of caution. Most, when their onboard radars clearly indicate the extent of a thundercloud, know how to navigate around it and will continue to ask the controller for advice.

With the experience of the previous plane's successful circumvention, Meng Liyue could decisively tell them how to turn.

Li Fuzheng curled his lips: "You're welcome, it's my honor."

"Even though they have training again, they are so tired. They are still flying in such heavy rain tonight."

"They can't do anything about the impact of the international situation."

Meng Liyue nodded. She understood that being an air force pilot was hard work and had heavy responsibilities.

"By the way, should Mom tell you?"

"Yeah, I see."

Meng Liyue also received the message after work. Ms. Shen Jie told her calmly: "Yueyue, wait for the apology email from the Thai Airways crew."

Apparently, Thai Airways not only imposed internal punishment on the crew member in question, but also had to apologize for reporting her.

Meng Liyue was organizing her words and typing. Just as she was about to reply, Li Fuzheng called her directly.

Li's mother asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"Yueyue talks to you."

Meng Liyue was totally unprepared and could only clear her throat with a slightly red face: "Mom, thank you."

The tone on the other end of the phone suddenly became warm: "Hey, call again, our Yueyue's voice is so beautiful!"

Meng Liyue felt embarrassed by the compliment and could only look at Li Fuzheng for help.

He admired her shy look for a moment before he casually asked, "Haven't you been waiting for this day?"

"Of course, Yueyue is my daughter-in-law and my daughter. When I was pregnant with you, I was looking forward to having a daughter every day... Who knew that she was born with a penis? Do you know how angry I was?"

Facing his mother's complaints, Li Fuzheng said: "...Okay."

"I originally wanted to have a younger sister..."

Having said this, there was silence.

That plan could not be continued because of his father's sacrifice.

Li Fuzheng glanced at Meng Liyue at this time.

She immediately understood what I meant, and her voice became even sweeter: "Mom, when we get leave from the war, let's go camping."

"Great! I just bought a new set of camping equipment!"

After chatting for a while, when they hung up the phone, Li Fuzheng pinched her face and said, "How do you know that Mom is so keen on this recently?"

"She posted it on WeChat Moments." Meng Liyue smiled and said, "You definitely didn't see it, did you?"

"not."

If he has nothing to do, he will never open his Moments, so naturally he won’t see what Ms. Shen shares about her daily life.

After hearing what Meng Liyue said, I went to my mother's homepage to take a look when I got home.

She is living a good life. In addition to doing business, she also lives every day actively and happily.

When my father died, he probably hoped that his surviving wife would live a happy life.

After reading his mother’s updates from the past six months, Li Fuzheng went to read Meng Liyue’s.

Then he found that her updates were pitifully rare, and there was not even a trace of him.

"Meng Liyue..."

She was gargling and hadn't even spit out the foam when she heard Li Fuzheng calling her name from behind, using his full name in a dangerous tone.

She was so scared that she swallowed it directly: "Huh?"

Li Fuzheng walked into the bathroom, leaned against the side, and waved his cell phone in front of her.

“None of them were sent to me.”

"…I don't usually get angry."

The man sneered: "You got rich the last time you had dinner with Xiao Rong."

"Then I'll post it now?"

"send."

He stared at her.

Meng Liyue took out her mobile phone, thought for a long time, and chose a photo of Li Fuzheng's back.

In the basement, he bent down to take a box from the trunk. His flight uniform had an inexplicable sense of abstinence, and his exposed joints were clearly slender.

I want to send it away, but I can't bear to do so. It's so beautiful. It's only suitable for keeping as a souvenir.

But Li Fuzheng saw it. He came over, pointed at the screen, breath burning, and said with a hint of amusement: "When did you take this secretly? Could it be that you have been secretly in love with me for a long time?"