The best thing in the world is that when I like you, you like me at the same time.
At first sight, she was a test taker and he was an inspector. She was arrested by him due to a failed cheating attempted.
When they met again, she was the class repre...
Then I saw a robust orange-red helicopter prototype with the name M26 on the front, now I'm not lost anymore. I know for sure that this must be from the company Mili Design Institute.
Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt that these things were interesting too, so I kept looking for the planes with the "M" word inside, unsurprisingly, most of them were helicopters.
He was very happy, with an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
When I was about to turn around to show off, someone came up and yelled "Chenghe──".
He was an elegant middle-aged man with an employee badge on his chest.
Mu Chenghe walked over and shook his hand, "Healer Qin."
I watched them curiously. If Mu Chenghe hadn't extended his right hand, they would have collided when greeting each other.
"Why do you come even in your free time?"
Mu Chenghe said, "I am accompanying these guys to see the exhibition."
Then the two said goodbye.
Leaving the Museum of Science and Technology, the sky was so gloomy that Mu Chenghe decided to take Peng Yu to his house early.
When he was driving back, he asked, "Where are we going?"
I chuckled, "What? Laoshi, do you want to ask me to dinner again?"
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He looked at me in the rear view mirror, "So what do you want to eat?"
Seeing him so confident, I felt embarrassed, so I scratched my head and politely said, "I'll go back to school and eat there."
He turned on the turn signal, turned left and said, "Do you know one of the best delicacies in Russia?"
"Which?"
"Black caviar from the Caspian Sea".
When he said this, I remembered: "Black caviar, isn't it red?"
"Well, black is a sturgeon, red is another fish."
"Expensive?"
"Yes, his nickname is Black Gold."
"Did you eat it? Is it tasty?"
My stomach is starting to get a little hungry.
"It is not tasty." When he answered me, he frowned with a rather childish expression. "But they say that * Volga is the best."
"You must have drunk Volga." When the conversation is about vodka, I'm much more interested. "Laoshi, do you think Volga is really delicious?"
He laughed, "I don't know."
"How does he not know?"
"I'm not good at drinking alcohol, so I haven't tried it."
Hearing it, I gave a long yawn. From so much talking about liquor and food, my stomach started to rumble.
