The distribution of seats is roughly like this. There are three people in a row, and only two people are sitting in the front row, that is, the tall woman and the person who is very tightly wrapped, should be a man.

Therefore, Fu Mingchen called them "tall women" and "yanshi men".

Fu Mingchen's impression of "Yan Shiman" was that he was tightly packaged and eccentric. And that "tall girl"...maybe because she got in the car behind Fu Mingchen, he didn’t even remember what the other person looked like, he just remembered that he accidentally saw the other person dressed in black, but was wearing a pair of positive Red high heels.

The red was a little dazzling, so even though it was only seen in the corner of the eye, Fu Mingchen was still impressed.

Fu Mingchen was sitting in the next three rows, Qiu Qiu was sitting in the third row, and Liu Qi was sitting in the fourth row. After the seats were rotated, the two people talked face to face with a smile.

Fu Mingchen sat in the fifth row with a male colleague. The same row was also a lone passenger. He looked pretty, but he was wearing sunglasses in the car.

There were three elderly people sitting in the back row, and only one was a male. They did not make loud noises or chew scented foods. They just discussed the "nightmare world" that young people have paid attention to recently, with occasional emotions. How, it sounds like a family, maybe a relative.

The last row had only two seats, but they were sitting in a family of three. The young parents sat quietly together, their expressions on the face were a little complicated, and their four- to five-year-old sons sat in the children’s seat specially prepared for the bus. On the chair, it looks more comfortable than the adult seat. The little boy happily nests and plays with the tablet, taking pictures of the parents around him from time to time, completely unaffected by the strange atmosphere of his parents.

The little boy took the extra child chair, which is why there was a seat in the first row.

The male colleague sitting next to Fu Mingchen has a good relationship with him. After all, they are such people in this small marketing department. As long as they work longer, they can always chat together.

The other party may see Fu Mingchen from time to time looking at the front seat, quietly approaching the seat, then patted him, lowering his voice and saying, "A Chen, are you still thinking about Qiu Meiren?"

The seats in the car are very far apart, so as long as you lower the sound, you don't have to worry about hearing in front.

Fu Mingchen just sat there silently, and began to pretend to close his eyes and relax.

The colleague shoved him again: "Don’t pretend to be stupid. From the first nightmare world of customs clearance, the expression on your face is as ugly as if someone owes you money. Those warriors surrounded Liu Qi did not find us. A few men are in their eyes."

He didn’t wait for Fu Mingchen’s answer, and the colleague said, “Don’t be reluctant anymore. After all, Manager Liu is the son of the CEO. Now he has become a senior experienced person who we can’t compare with. He knows so many nightmares. How can we compare things in the world?"

Fu Mingchen still didn't open his eyes, but there was a picture in his mind when he first saw Qiu Qiu.

Fu Mingchen regarded Qiu Qiu as the goddess of secret love, not only because she was the flower of the marketing department, but also because Qiu Qiu first joined the company and Fu Mingchen was already an intern in the marketing department. They were considered the predecessors and predecessors of the intern.

At that time, the old man in the marketing department let Fu Mingchen take Qiu Qiu familiar with the environment. Qiu Qiu, who had just graduated at that time, did not even wear makeup. At most, she only applied lipstick. She walked beside Fu Mingchen every day and offered tea and water.

This is how Fu Mingchen fell.

But Qiu Qiu was not just passionate about him, he was very passionate about everyone in the marketing department. He flew around like a bee all day long to do this and that, and finally turned to be more positive than Fu Mingchen.

Fu Mingchen looked at the beautiful bees who had put on their professional attire at that time. They were dyed with wavy curls, and their makeup became more and more refined, and they gradually became colder. He could not remember how long Qiu Qiu did not call the term "senior" to others.

I don't know when to start. Qiu Qiu will only talk to him when he wants him to do something, and then shout "Little Fu" coldly.

She has become the flower of Gaoling, but Fu Mingchen has lost her eyes.

In spite of this, Fu Mingchen tried to do her best to do as best as possible, to be perfect. As a qualified crush, as long as Qiu Qiu nodded politely after he completed the task, Fu Mingchen would be happy for a long time.

If possible, Fu Mingchen would prefer Qiu Qiu to be a flower of high mountains forever, instead of sitting in front of Liu Qi and talking with a smile while touching his hair.

Fu Mingchen opened his eyes and whispered softly: "How could it be reconciled?"

The colleague listened to Fu Mingchen's speech and came to the interest. He continued to chase and said, "What can you do if you are not reconciled? In nobodycares in the company, it is still a nameless **** in the nightmare world. Take your life."

Fu Mingchen was somewhat dissatisfied: "If the nightmare world is regarded as a game, and it is a game that the second generation of the rich can't spend money, then do people who enter the nightmare world late really don't have any chance to come up later?"

With that said, Fu Mingchen directly pinched the back of his hand, and felt that he still had to calm down something and not blurt out anything else.

Colleagues also have strange expressions: "But people have experienced nine nightmare worlds, do you chase them with your head?"

The colleague's words seemed to pierce Fu Mingchen's chest with a knife. He did not want to close his eyes or look at the men and women who were talking and laughing directly in front of him. He simply observed the young man on the right.

The young man's skin appeared cold and white under the lights, and the **** Fu Mingchen stared at the other's face for a while.

After forcing himself to divert his eyes, Fu Mingchen told himself in his heart that his skin would actually become paler when wearing sunglasses.

Then, Fu Mingchen saw a black and white backpack next to the neighbor. Although the style looks outdated, it is not particularly good-looking. There is no brand logo on the backpack.

If it is a brand-name backpack, it is generally marked with a logo or a deformed logo in the most conspicuous place. Fu Mingchen has done a little research on the brand because of his work, so at a glance, the backpack next door is ordinary, like I bought it in the online store.

But the light brown sunglasses frame carried by the neighbor had a clear logo, probably a seven or eight hundred brand name, a style that can be seen everywhere in the mall.

From this, Fu Mingchen felt that the neighbors he encountered on this journey should be the kind of relatively wealthy but not too affluent petty bourgeois families, who could afford the famous brand, but did not have the habit of fully armed with the famous brand, and may not be in the environment. Too many people poisoned by famous brands.

Fu Mingchen thought so, although a little envious.

His family background is not very good, although the income of this job is not bad, but the colleagues around and the people coming and going in the business building are brand-name supreme and party lovers, so Fu Mingchen, who has been reluctant to follow the footsteps of the public, feels very tired. There is not even free money to travel alone.

Even if Fu Mingchen is now a famous brand all over the body, the balance in the bank card may not be as good as this neighboring young man who can travel alone.

Perhaps staring at the neighbor for too long, Fu Mingchen suddenly found that the other party turned his head and smiled at him.

It was a very polite smile, and it didn't feel kind.

Feeling embarrassed, Fu Mingchen turned around for a moment and dared not look at it again. When Fu Mingchen noticed that there was another movement on the right, he used the afterglow of the corner of his eyes to see that the neighbor seat had got up and walked back, and was going to go to the second floor of the bus.

The young man who stepped up the stairs was naturally Su Zimo.

Originally he just wanted to relax and go back to Shoushan slowly, but he didn't expect to just sit on this bus, and the ghost umbrella said it was very heavy here.

It may be the trainer, or it may be a ghost weapon on the trainer.

In short, it has been in contact with Li Gui for a long time. Unless it is Su Zimo, a person who does not know where he is special, other people, things and even food will inevitably be contaminated by ghosts.

[The spirit of this world is getting heavier and heavier. ]

After coming to the second floor of the bus, the ghost umbrella looked up through the glass shed and looked at the gloomy sky and said something.

But Su Zimo did not answer.

I don't know why, since leaving "An Yu Yi Yu", Su Zimo never said a ghost umbrella with a word...