Chapter 12 One Month, Meng Beizhi is Mine
A burst of laughter suddenly broke out.
Several people, led by Li Wei and Xiao Hei, rushed to give Fu Wangye advice.
Fu Wangye's forehead veins were throbbing from the noise.
Amidst the laughter and noise, someone suddenly said:
"Maybe Meng Beizhi and Lu Rang are just a couple having a tantrum—"
"After all, he is Long Yue's prince."
"We pilot airplanes, what are we?"
Just these three sentences.
The original cheers and excitement gradually quieted down.
There is some truth to this.
Lu Rang is Long Yue’s prince.
Not only is his family wealthy, he is also not poor himself.
Li Wei glanced at Fu Wangye's face which had obviously turned cold.
Yelling, "What nonsense are you talking about? What happened to Prince Long Yue? Our Brother Ye is still Prince Hai Tian!"
certainly.
This is a joke.
Everyone laughed again.
Haitian Group's business ranges from airlines to real estate and entertainment companies.
Almost all industries are covered.
The vastness of the business empire.
It's not something that a mere Long Yue can compare to.
Liang Hao continued on a specific topic: "Speaking of which, there's a meeting between the airline and group executives tonight. It's said that the prince will be there too."
Zhao Heng asked, "Really? I heard that the prince is very mysterious and has never appeared in public."
"Are you embarrassed because you're so ugly?"
Bang--
Fu Wangye, who had been silent all this time, put the wine glass on the table.
He looked at Zhao Heng expressionlessly.
He bent his bony fingers and knocked twice on the table.
His deep eyebrows and eyes looked a little more nonchalant under the dim lights of the bar.
The chin was slightly raised, and a shadow spread down from the slender neck.
He said in a deep voice: "Who said I can't compare to Lu Rang?"
"Just him?"
The voice has a low and magnetic tone, with a slightly rising ending.
It's like the contempt and disdain a male animal shows towards his opponent after being provoked.
Just a Lu Rang.
He is not worthy of his attention.
One stone can cause a thousand ripples.
Li Wei reacted the fastest, calling on everyone to place their bets: "Come on, come on, Brother Ye's battle for dignity! Bet on it!"
Fu Wangye sneered, took the card from Li Wei, which came from nowhere, and played with it for a while.
Then he stood up, his eyelids drooping, and looked at them from top to bottom.
This is the usual attitude of those in a higher position who are used to being flattered.
"For one month, Meng Beizhi is mine."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cards in his hand were thrown onto the table.
Pressing heavily on the other cards.
Like a stone that is difficult to move.
-
Like a stone falling into a deep pool.
It only caused a few waves before returning to calm again.
Meng Beizhi stood at the door of the box, looking at the scene inside.
She heard clearly what Fu Wangye said just now.
Nan Ting bought a car today to celebrate, so he didn't dare to go far.
In a bar not far from the airport.
Just as she came in, a waiter accidentally bumped into her and stained her clothes.
Nan Ting hurried to the bathroom to deal with it.
Meng Beizhi could only wait for her here.
"Late Night Flight" is more like a lounge than a bar.
Because it is near the airport, most of the people who come here are airport staff.
In a high-pressure and high-intensity environment, you do need to relax.
Fu Wangye and his friends' box was right at the innermost part.
I guess someone just went in and out and didn’t close the door properly.
Meng Beizhi didn't notice it at first, but he heard someone mention Ye Ge.
Maybe it's because I've been in too much contact with Fu Wangye recently.
It made her a little sensitive to the word "wild".
Subconsciously glanced inside——
I saw Fu Wangye’s figure at a glance.
That extremely outstanding face.
Even from the side, she could recognize him at a glance.
--so.
Are you betting?
To be honest, if it weren’t for me being the bet.
Meng Beizhi actually wanted to praise Fu Wangye for his current high-spirited appearance.
Very crazy.
He is so arrogant that no one can look down on him.
Honestly, it's fascinating.
"Zhibaoer."
Nan Ting's voice came: "I'm done."
Meng Beizhi hummed and looked away: "Let's go."
Nan Ting was curious: "What were you looking at just now?"
"Nothing, just some fun."
Nan Ting is a lawyer and is nowhere to be seen when he is busy.
It's just that I recently finished a big case with my boss, so I feel a little relieved.
She pulled Meng Beizhi to sit in the booth.
The smile was particularly malicious: "Have you contacted Fu Wangye recently?"
"No."
Nan Ting instantly wilted, "I thought you could give me some spiritual nourishment."
"Besides, baby, you're about to resign from the control tower. Won't it be even harder for you two to see each other in the future?"
Meng Beizhi also told Nan Ting that he wanted to resign.
Meng Beizhi faced her burning gaze and took a deep breath.
Asked in return: "What does my resignation have to do with him?"
Nan Ting: "...Well, indeed not, but you are colleagues now, so I think-"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a rapid ringing of the phone.
It was the mobile phone that Meng Beizhi placed on the table.
Nan Ting stretched his neck to look, but when he saw the words "Lu Rang", he immediately retracted his neck:
"Damn it, bad luck!"
Meng Beizhi opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopped himself.
In the end, all he could manage was: "...be more civilized."
But looking at the phone that was still flashing.
She reached out to hang up.
But the next second, the phone started vibrating like crazy again.
It seemed as if he would not give up unless she accepted it.
Her eyes were dim, and she picked up her phone: "I'll be back soon."
Wait until you get outside the bar.
She then answered the phone.
"Zhizhi, I'm at your door." Lu Rang's voice was hoarse.
Meng Beizhi looked at the endless stream of cars on the road and said, "I'm not home."
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