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

Xiao Yuan said lightly, hoping that she could feel at ease.

Remembering that Lan Jiyu called a few days ago to invite him to Yunnan, Xiaoyuan sighed, now is not the time to leave.

There are also jobs, there are friends, and there are many things that cannot be put aside.

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

What kind of person is Cheng Hao, she doesn't have the heart to explore carefully, the more she explores, the more she understands, the more scared she becomes. The more she felt that there were so many things that she couldn't understand and couldn't accept.

They were two shijie people, but they got together by chance.

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

Everyone has their own life, and there are things that others can't understand, isn't it so uncomfortable to think like this......

****

"She's gone?"

Cheng Hao opened the door and saw Fu Xianlong snort angrily, turned around and walked inside.

Fu Xianlong had a cold face, but he still walked in and had nothing to say.

"You're not going to do it, are you?"

Cheng Hao lit a cigarette and ignored him.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? I didn't say anything? What the hell do you mean?"

Fu Xianlong was angry, he was also a young master's temper, this whispered to condole, Cheng Hao had a stinky face, so he couldn't get off the stage.

"You haven't said anything yet, what else do you want to say!"

Cheng Hao was angry, where did this guy come to daoqian?

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

I just wanted to shout at him, but suddenly I realized that it wasn't my own language problem at all, the problem must be in the place where I was speaking and the person who was also listening!

Don't......

"You're not going to like that little girl of yours, are you?"

Fu Xianlong opened his mouth wide, this was so surprising, it was unbelievable.

Cheng Hao jumped up as if he was on fire, and stared at him for a long time before he said two words:

"Fart!"

Fu Xianlong flattened his mouth, feeling that this was like Cheng Hao, it seemed that he was indeed overhearted.

Only Cheng Hao himself knows how unconfident he is when he says these two words.

Cheng Hao looked at Fu Xianlong, who was staring at him dumbfounded, and suddenly realized that his reaction was too strong, as if he had really been exposed by others, so he hurriedly changed the topic to hide his embarrassment.

He got up and took out a bottle of wine for Fu Xianlong to pour into the glass. The dark red liquid shook in the crystal glass, Fu Xianlong lowered his head and sniffed lightly, and took a sip.

"Good stuff!" he praised, and Fu Xianlong was very knowledgeable about food.

He is passionate about food and wine from all over Shijie and travels to many countries every year to satisfy his appetite for food.

He is also a well-known food critic, and few people know that his greatest hobby is writing food reviews anonymously and enjoys it.

But he has a limit to these, preferences are preferences, but they are all pointed.

Of course, the amount of alcohol is not as good as Cheng Hao, and it is not the same as Ni Kun, the god of wine.

"I'm really willing!" he began to joke again, this is Cheng Hao's red wine from the last charity auction, and the price is staggeringly expensive, but he didn't expect him to really drink it.

As soon as he turned his head, Fu Xianlong saw the huge feather duster in the vase again, and couldn't help holding the cup and laughing:

"Finally laid out?"

Cheng Hao nodded: "The bookshelf is too dirty, so use it to dust off." ”

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

Cheng Hao looked at Fu Xianlong's angry appearance and laughed: "That's it, it's just used!"

Fu Xianlong shook his head and couldn't help but wonder when he found that the bottle of Kweichow Moutai in 1958 in his wine cabinet was missing.

"It's used!" Cheng Hao understated.

Fu Xianlong was so shocked that his jaw almost fell, and he roared after a while: "You drank it!"

"Sort of!" Cheng Hao still looked insignificant.

Fu Xianlong was angry: "Okay! You bastard! Don't invite me if you drink it secretly!"

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

Cheng Hao hahadaxiao, waved his hand and said: "Take it away, take it away, whatever else you like, take it!"

*****

"How can this be?" the girls sat around the TV, watching the anchor report the number of confirmed and suspected cases of SARS with a serious expression.

The numbers are staggeringly climbing, and there has been no downward trend for so long.

Everyone turned off the TV and sighed.

"Maybe the school is about to close......" Tian Panpan frowned, as if talking to himself.

The rumors outside spread very much, everyone was afraid, and the parents were even more afraid, and for the first time they felt that people's hearts were panicked what an appropriate word.

"What is this called?"

Willing to grit his teeth, grab a broom and sweep the already clean ground, just to find something for himself, or not too panicked.

Xiao Yuan looked at everyone's sad faces, and couldn't help laughing:

"It's not going to go on like this forever, I don't think it's going to be okay in the near future. ”

Zhong Yuan touched her head: "Don't sit still, help me pickle some kimchi." ”

Xiao Yuan's heart was heavy, and he knew what Zhong Yuan meant.

Legend has it that if SARS continues like this, Beijing may be locked down, and there will be no food to eat at that time......

***

On Wednesday, Xiang Xiaoyuan was told to go to a meeting, and no one knew what the meeting was, so it felt strange to gather everyone together at this time.

People rushed into the conference room, and the sub-departments sat down, and in a short time the small conference room was filled.

Zhao Jianling and Le sat in the back row and waved at Xiao Yuan, nodded at Xiao Yuan, and then turned his head to find Zhong Yuan.

If you don't see her, you will feel empty in your heart, and you will feel uneasy.

It's a pity that she didn't find Zhong Yuan's figure for a long time, Xiao Qing next to her dragged her and told her not to move, the director is here.

The director sat on the rostrum with a heavy face, and then said a few official words to open, which led to the recent epidemic of infectious diseases.

After talking for more than ten minutes, he turned to the topic of today's meeting.

Everyone finally understood that Director Weishenme was going to make such a big detour, and it turned out to be a problem that made everyone very difficult.

Now that the SARS epidemic is serious, and there is not enough manpower at Beijing Railway Station and West Railway Station, the people who wrote the letter of willingness should now carry forward the spirit of "one is not afraid of hardship, and the other is not afraid of death" and go to the front line to help.

As the largest gateway to and from Beijing, it comes into contact with tens of thousands of passengers every day.

Now that many college students and migrant workers have begun to leave Beijing one after another, as the front line of SARS, it is impossible to let a single patient leave Beijing or enter Beijing, and you can imagine how dangerous and stressful it is.

The girls who were still chattering just now instantly quieted down and lowered their heads in unison.