MTL - Is the Wife Married?-Chapter 5

The tone of the text message was so familiar that Wen Ning didn't have to guess who sent it. She stared at the word "obedient", her heart trembled, and she took a deep breath.

"Captain Wen, what's the matter?" Deputy Lin asked cautiously.

Wen Ning regained her senses and quickly crossed off the text message page, "It's okay, spam text messages." She put her mobile phone by the table and sat down, "City C has been raining continuously, and the weather may need to be diverted, so bring more oil."

Deputy Lin nodded and sat down.

The two discussed the flight plan while looking at the route information, and made a clear division of labor. When the flight crew came over after the meeting, everyone gathered to make a short report and boarded the crew car to go to the airport.

The midday sun hung high above the head, and the ground was shiny and shiny like a layer of wax.

Wen Ning sat by the window and looked down at her phone. She clicked on the text message and browsed it again.

150,000, which is almost her basic salary + hourly fee for two months, including various subsidies and bonuses, rounded up. It was originally what she deserved, but she didn't take the company's account and sent it to her in advance.

Then just two words removed all her disguise and soft thorns.

Gu Chixi knew that she was in debt, that she was burning her eyebrows, that she could not take the company's account, and she knew that she was still the same as before, stubborn, soft and not hard. She was almost transparent in front of her.

Such transparency made Wen Ning feel at a loss, and wanted to curl up into a shell more and more.

She held her breath, closed her eyes, and leaned against the back of the chair in a slump, her heart suddenly filled with unspeakable complex feelings, low, gloomy, and entangled in all kinds of ways.

The crew sitting in the back row chatted in a low voice, as if it was some kind of gossip.

"Wow, who is this landlord? You're too bold, I'm really not afraid of being seen by President Gu himself..."

"It doesn't matter if you see it. The post about the rainbow fart is harmless. Maybe President Gu will snicker when he sees it."

"Hahaha-"

Since the staff meeting was held yesterday afternoon, the anonymous forum on the company's intranet has exploded. Everyone is discussing Gu Chixi's appearance and figure. Some people have posted a post about crazy rainbow farts, which have covered more than 1,000 floors.

Airlines have always been short of handsome guys and beauties, and it is inevitable for colleagues to look at each other with aesthetic fatigue, and the person who could cause a large-scale internal discussion last time was Wen Ning.

"The photo of the landlord is not clear. You can see what I took. I sat in the second row yesterday."

"To be honest, real people look better than pictures."

"Like President Gu, rich and handsome, it is estimated that many people are chasing me. I am a girl and I will be tempted!"

"Go for it, it just happens that the same person has obtained the certificate two years ago. If you get it, you will no longer have to work so hard to fly a flight. Don't forget your wealth and honor."

"Just kidding..."

Xu Shi was too excited to chat, and her voice became louder and louder. Wen Ning sat in front of her and could hear her clearly. Her thoughts were interrupted, she opened her eyes, picked up her phone like a ghost, and clicked on the company's intranet app.

Except for the sticky post on the forum homepage, all posts are about Gu Chixi.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable.

After the discussion continued, Wen Ning suddenly turned her head and said lukewarmly, "Don't talk about the leadership's right and wrong during working hours."

Several people closed their mouths immediately.

…

Los Angeles International Airport is the headquarters base of Air Asia. There are ten planes lying on the apron, including eight with the painted logo of Air Asia. The rows are very spectacular.

Today, I flew two flights, one flight and one flight, and the plane stopped by the bridge. It just completed the previous flight mission and changed the crew. Wen Ning handed over to the previous crew, took the crew on the plane, and worked according to their division of labor.

The co-pilot set the data, Wen Ning went around the plane to check, and the crew prepared in the cabin and picked up the dining car, in an orderly manner.

There are still about fifteen minutes before departure, and passengers are boarding one after another, but there are a lot of incoming and outgoing flights at the moment. Wen Ning listened to the instructions from the control tower in the frequency, her eyebrows tightened, and there was a premonition of delay. .

Sure enough, as soon as the hatch was closed, the tower notified her to wait.

"Fuck—" Deputy Lin muttered in a low voice, "What the hell, I'm charged again."

This complaint was accidentally overheard by the tower. At this moment, I was already very busy and anxious, and the other party was also in a hurry, so he directly came back: "What the hell? I said that I was in the queue and couldn't understand it? DC5042, right? I don't want to wait. Go to the end!"

Deputy Lin: "…"

He was about to speak when he heard Wen Ning's apologetic voice: "I'm the captain of DC5042, I'm sorry, that was our attendant just now, so young and ignorant..." She whispered softly, With a modest attitude, the tower said nothing.

After the communication, Wen Ning frowned and looked at the co-pilot coldly: "Don't you want to leave?"

"...No." The little brother shook his head like a rattle.

"What about professionalism?"

"sorry."

Wen Ning said nothing, turned her face and quietly stared at the tarmac not far from the window.

There are several old retired planes parked there, generally more than eight years old. The old aircraft has a long service life and high maintenance costs. It must be sold. Although it can no longer carry passengers, it can still pull goods and exert its residual value.

Especially now that the company is in financial crisis, selling a batch of old planes to cargo airlines can bring back some blood.

Wen Ning suddenly thought of Gu Chixi...

When she thinks about this from the perspective of a decision maker, she is helping Gu Chixi to think about it, but how could that person not think of it? She is self-indulgent again, worrying about other people's companies.

Twenty minutes later, the tower finally released.

The outbound flight took off smoothly and the journey was smooth, but when it flew over the city of C, Wen Ning's words came true, and she really couldn't land due to thunderstorms, so she had to go to the surrounding airport for alternate landing.

After such a tossing, the subsequent flight was also delayed, and it was past nine o'clock in the evening when we returned to Los Angeles.

…

The airport is still busy at night, with a large number of lights intertwined and flickering, bright and colorful.

The plane stopped by the bridge, and the orange light shone into the cockpit and landed on Wen Ning's slightly tired face. She raised her hand and rubbed her temple, then turned to look at the covered bridge outside the window. Passengers walked over one by one. .

"I'm exhausted, my waist." Deputy Lin yawned and buried himself in filling out the flight log.

Wen Ning took a sip of the coffee that had already cooled down, the bitter taste poured into her throat, and her tiredness dissipated. She took out her phone and looked at it, and saw a missed call two hours ago and an unread text message.

She knew that the unfamiliar number belonged to Gu Chixi.

【Has it landed? call me back]

Her lowered eyes were fixed, her fingertips hung on the word "delete", and she never clicked on it. After a while, she unbuckled her seat belt and stood up, "I'll go out."

Open the door of the cockpit, the outside is empty, all the passengers have got off the plane, and the crew is cleaning up. Only the second flight attendant was busy in the front galley.

As soon as Wen Ning came out, No. 2, who had turned her back to her, suddenly turned around, as if she was frightened, and looked at her in a panic: "Captain..."

"?"

The table was a mess, piled up with tea bags, eye masks and other machine supplies. Next to it was the black handbag used by the flight attendant. No. 2 tried his best to block those things with his body and looked nervous.

Wen Ning glanced and asked, "What is this doing?"

"I..." No. 2 explained stumblingly, "I'm sorting out the supplies for the inventory machine."

"I took the inventory into my bag?" Wen Ning raised her eyebrows and glanced at the famous brand in front of her chest.

Wan Siqi.

The flight attendant of the two cabins, a very beautiful girl, with a high nose and deep eyes, red lips and white teeth, a little mixed-race style.

She lowered her head, bit her lip lightly, her face turned red and white, and she defended in a low voice, "Anyway, it's something that hasn't been delivered to the passengers."

Slippers, wash bags, eye masks, etc., are all things that are not very valuable. They are usually placed there and no one touches them. However, no salary has been paid in the past two or three months. Some flight attendants thought about saving as much as possible, and came up with the idea of ​​​​for aircraft supplies.

Wen Ning unconsciously frowned and said slowly, "If I don't see it, you can do whatever you want, but if I see it, you can't ignore it."

Under the light, her facial features were indifferent and fierce.

"Don't, Captain Wen, I won't take it, you must not report it..." Wan Siqi panicked and begged quickly.

Taking the machine offerings are all secretly. Once the leaders know it, the penalty will be deducted, deducted, deducted, downgraded, and written inspection samples. The penalty is not light.

Wen Ning is not the kind of person who reports colleagues. She shook her head and said, "No. Clean up this place, close the car and get off work." After speaking, she turned back to the cockpit.

She didn't call Gu Chixi back, and she didn't save the number. She only called back two words: lost.

The temperature continued to rise, and the days became more and more sultry.

Affected by the crisis, the total number of flights of the company in the first half of the year dropped by 20% compared with the same period last year. Gu Chixi was busy every day like a top, either in meetings or on business trips, and he hardly had time for entertainment.

She packaged and sold the two wholly-owned subsidiaries of Uniasia Airlines. Because she inherited part of the inheritance, the entire Uniasia family is now the property under her personal name, and 100% of the equity is in her hands, which is easy to operate. .

Two subsidiaries, namely "Uniasia Aviation Materials" and "Uniasia Flight Training", one produces aviation materials and the other conducts flight training.

After the sale, the company quickly recovered 4 billion.

Several people in the board of directors who were originally dissatisfied were silent collectively. At the meeting, Gu Chixi requested that all the money be invested in the operation, and the existing rules and regulations should be rectified.

"Mr. Gu, are you going to take care of the company yourself?" Vice President Luo Qian had a flattering smile on his face. He was undoubtedly the one who was on a tightrope among all the people present.

Seeing that it is only one step away from taking power.

Gu Chixi sat on the main seat, her slender index finger lightly tapped the table, she raised her eyes and glanced around slowly, her eyes were deep and hard to fathom, "I believe that with everyone's cooperation and help, the company will be able to do it as soon as possible. Get back on track."

The sound is clearer and more calm, like colliding pebbles, and it is cool to the ear.

She didn't respond directly, but the answer was yes.

Walking out of the conference room, Tan Jia greeted her, whispered in Gu Chixi's ear, "Captain Wen came to find you, and I asked her to wait in the office."

Gu Chixi was slightly startled, his dark eyes filled with softness, and he couldn't help speeding up his pace. And Tan Jia is very good at looking at his face, and he slipped away on the grounds that the new secretary was going to take a look today.

Take the elevator to the top floor and walk through the oil painting corridor, you can vaguely hear the subtle piano sound.

Her hand holding the handle paused, and gently pushed open the door, a red figure appeared in her sight, and the clear sound of the piano suddenly became louder and flowed into her ears.

Wen Ning sat in front of the piano, dressed in a long red dress, flamboyant and enthusiastic, her slender fingers flexibly jumped on the black and white keys. The baking paint is black and bright, and the red dress is like fire, like a fairy who seduces people in the dark night.

Gu Chixi's eyes narrowed, and strong emotions came up.

Seemingly aware of someone, Wen Ning stopped, turned her head, and raised her eyebrows lightly: "This piano has a good tone."

"Keep playing." Gu Chixi looked at her tenderly, closed the door, and walked over slowly.

Those eyes were like flames, full of affection, but very restrained and forbearing.

Wen Ning didn't speak, turned her head to avoid it, got up and took a folded piece of paper from her bag and handed it to her.

"what?"

She unfolded the paper, and the familiar handwriting came into view.

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President Gu (expecting): Love letter?

——Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-06-26 20:11:10~2020-06-2720:22:53~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: a lump of meat? 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Su Yiqing, Born to be a human_na, DetectiveLi, Live happily, phx, Elizacat1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 13 bottles as expected of my elder sister; 1 bottle of Moshang and Zhijiu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!