Xiang Xiaoyuan sat on the balcony and continued the phone call. Nie Sangsang on the other side of the phone asked her anxiously about her situation.

Xiaoyuan said lightly, hoping that she could feel at ease.

Thinking of Lan Jiyu calling to invite him to Yunnan a few days ago, Xiaoyuan sighed. Now is not the time to leave.

There is also work, friends, and many things that I can’t bear to leave.

Mr. Fu's words also made her feel uncomfortable.

What kind of person Cheng Hao is? She has no intention to explore carefully. The more she explores and understands, the more she becomes, the more she becomes afraid. The more she feels that there are too many things that she cannot understand and cannot accept.

They are people from two worlds, but by chance they get together.

She was right for her conscience, and she didn't want to know too much about him. Unfamiliarity is also a kind of protection for herself.

Everyone has their own life and something that others cannot understand. Isn’t it so uncomfortable to think about it like this?

****

"She's gone?"

Cheng Hao opened the door and saw Fu Xianlong snorting in anger, turned around and walked inward.

Fu Xianlong had a cold face and still walked in with a tough bullet and had nothing to say.

"You won't be?"

Cheng Hao lit a cigarette and ignored him.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? I didn't say anything? Don't pretend for me, what do you mean?"

Fu Xianlong was angry, and he was also a young master. He whispered to express his condolences. Cheng Hao had a stinking face, making him unable to get out of Taiwan.

"You haven't said anything yet? What else do you want to say!"

Cheng Hao was so angry that he did not apologize? He was just here to provoke!

Fu Xianlong thought Cheng Hao's attitude was simply too strange.

Just as I was about to yell at him, I suddenly realized that it was not that there was any problem with my language. The problem must be in the place where I spoke and the obedient person!

Could it be...

"You won't fall in love with that little girl in your house, are you?"

Fu Xianlong opened his mouth wide, which was so surprising, to the point of being incredible.

Cheng Hao jumped up as if he was burned by fire, staring at him for a long time before saying two words:

"fart!"

Fu Xianlong flattened his mouth and felt that he looked like Cheng Hao. It seemed that he was really too careless.

Only Cheng Hao himself knew how unconfidence he felt when he said these two words.

Cheng Hao looked at Fu Xianlong who was staring at him in a daze. He suddenly realized that his reaction was too strong, as if he had been exposed by someone else, so he hurriedly changed the subject to hide his embarrassment.

He got up and took out a bottle of wine and poured it into the cup. The dark red liquid swayed in the crystal glass. Fu Xianlong lowered his head and sniffed it lightly, and tasted it.

"Good thing!" he praised, very knowledgeable about food Fu Xianlong.

He is passionate about food and wine from all over the world and visits many countries every year to satisfy his/her own experience in food.

He is also a well-known food critic, and few people know that his biggest hobby is to write food reviews anonymously and enjoy it.

However, he has a limit on these things, and his preferences are preferences, but he has to wait until it.

Of course, it is not as good as Cheng Hao, who is even more incomparable to the God of Baccarat Ni Kun.

"I'm so willing to let it go!" He began to tease again. This was the red wine that Cheng Hao returned from the last charity auction. The price was so expensive that he didn't expect that he really started drinking.

When Fu Xianlong turned around, he saw the huge feather duster in the vase and couldn't help but hold the cup and smile:

"Finally put it out?"

Cheng Hao nodded: "If the bookshelf is too dirty, use it to dust it off."

Fu Xianlong was heartbroken when he heard him say this: "This thing is used to protect the house! Do you know? How dare you use it to dust it? It can really ruin things!"

Cheng Hao smiled as he looked at Fu Xianlong's extremely angry look: "It's just used it! As for it?"

Fu Xianlong shook his head and found that the bottle of 1958 Kweichow Moutai in his wine cabinet was gone. He couldn't help but be surprised.

"It's used!" Cheng Hao underestimated.

Fu Xianlong was so shocked that his chin almost fell off, and then he yelled for a while: "You've drunk!"

"That's right!" Cheng Hao still looked irrelevant.

Fu Xianlong was so angry: "Okay! You guy! You don't invite me if you drink secretly! That's not enough!"

Then he looked at the bottle of red wine on the table, grabbed it and said, "It's my turn! It's so annoying!"

Cheng Hao laughed and waved his hand, "Take it away, take it away, what else do you like, take it casually!"

****

"How could this happen?" The girls sat around the TV, watching the anchor report the confirmed cases and the number of suspected patients with serious expressions.

The number is so stunning. After so long, there has never been a downward trend.

Everyone turned off the TV and sighed.

"Maybe the school is about to be closed..." Tian Panpan frowned, as if he was talking to himself.

The rumors outside were very circulating, and everyone was afraid, and parents were even more afraid. For the first time, they felt that people were panic was such an appropriate word.

"What's this all called!"

I was willing to grit my teeth and grab the broom to sweep the clean floor. I just wanted to find something for myself, so I wouldn't be too panic.

Xiaoyuan saw everyone's frowning and couldn't help but smile:

"It's impossible to keep going like this. I don't think it will be fine in a long time."

Zhong Yuan touched her head: "Stop sitting, help me pickle kimchi."

Xiaoyuan felt very sad and knew what Zhong Yuan meant.

Legend has it that if Sars continues to make trouble like this, Beijing may be locked down, and then there will be no food to eat...

***

On Wednesday, Xiang Xiaoyuan was notified to have a meeting. No one knew what meeting was going on. It felt strange to bring everyone together at this time.

People entered the conference room one after another, sat in different departments, and soon filled the small conference room.

Zhao Jianling and Leyi sat in the back row and rushed towards Xiaoyuan, waved their hand, nodded at Xiaoyuan, and then turned to find Zhong Yuan.

If you don’t see her, you will feel empty and uneasy.

Unfortunately, Zhong Yuan was not found for a long time. Xiao Qing beside her pulled her and told her not to move around. The director is here.

The director sat on the rostrum with a heavy expression, and then said a few official words to the opening ceremony, which extended to the recent epidemic of infectious diseases. In fact, it was not necessary for him to say it. Everyone knew it, but everyone still listened silently, and it was a mess.

After talking for more than ten minutes, he changed his mind and rushed to the topic of today's meeting.

Everyone finally understood why Director had to take such a big turn. It turned out that it was indeed a difficult problem for everyone.

The epidemic in Sars is serious now, and there is not enough staff at Beijing Station and Xijia Station. Those who have written volunteers should now carry forward the spirit of "not afraid of hardship, not afraid of death" and go to the front line to help.

As the largest portal to enter and exit Beijing, we come into contact with tens of thousands of passengers every day.

Now many college students and workers have begun to leave Beijing one after another. As the frontline of the economy, one cannot let a patient leave Beijing, nor can one enter Beijing. The danger and pressure can be imagined.
Chapter completed!