The poisonous CEO - C217

Ning Jin sat down on the side of the stairs, looking at the people coming and going, at this moment, she suddenly didn’t like it, even though she was always like this in the past, he was alone wherever he went.

In the past, working in a restaurant for a whole day was a very normal thing. Once you were tired, you would never die. Perhaps it wasn’t because you were at a disadvantage today or because your brain wasn’t working well, but because you remembered the past.

After driving out of the car park, Fu Huayong didn’t leave her alone but went to the gas station because he didn’t have gas to spare. When he returned, he saw Ning Jin staring at the entrance of the company in a daze like a stray dog.

With just two words, the feeling Ning Jin felt was completely different.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ning Jin suddenly raised his head, the redness in his eyes receded, she did not want anyone to discover her emotions.

The moment she saw Fu Huayong, her nose suddenly felt a little sour, and there was still meaning in her eyes. Her eyes tensed up as she asked: “Why are you here?”

He replied indifferently, “I forgot to take something.”

“But the company is closed.”

“It’s not inside.”

Ning Jin was suspicious, why did he not come to the entrance?

Until Fu Huayong said, “That thing is in my eyes now.”

Who else was there in his eyes but her?

Ning Jin’s heart suddenly felt like someone had thrown a rock, his heart that was as calm as still water suddenly started to ripple, the ripple’s waves became bigger and bigger, until Ning Jin’s vision became blurry.

“I’m hungry, go home and cook for me.”

Fu Huayong said those words blandly, and even looked around, but the moving door of the car told Ning Jin that she was not hallucinating, and it was unknown what mood she had. She sat in the car.

As the car drove away, a pair of eyes at the green belt not too far away from Fu’s stared at them. The eyes were so bright that it made people shiver.

“He’s quite secretive.”

Fu Huayong took off his jacket and sat on the table, looking at the dishes on the table with surprise in his eyes. However, his eyes were filled with a sense of satisfaction, something he did not feel just now.

Fu Huayong looked at the figures dancing non-stop in the kitchen, gently and gently like an untiring butterfly, displaying its unique beauty to everyone. The sound of water splashing beside his ears and the friction with the porcelain added together created a warm scene.

Fu Huayong fell into a trance as he looked at the second woman cooking for him. The first woman had long since disappeared from his life.

“Here, let me give you a taste of my skills when you bring me back.”

After finishing the cleaning in the kitchen, Ning Jin brought out a plate of stir-fried vegetables. His graceful body was tied up with a square apron, and in the middle of the apron was a small person who was smiling brilliantly.

“Let’s see how it tastes.”

After the plate in his hand fell onto the table, Ning Jin took the initiative to pick up a piece of the prawn and put it into Fu Huayong’s bowl. With a face full of hope, he looked at Fu Huayong waiting for his evaluation.

Seeing that Fu Huayong was not moving his chopsticks, Ning Jin frowned slightly with doubt in his eyes, “What’s wrong, why aren’t you eating?”

Fu Huayong lowered her eyes and looked at the red-brown prawns in the white porcelain bowl, the light in her eyes could not be understood, and when he raised her eyes, there was a gentleness that Ning Jin had never seen before, and the unfathomable angle between his eyebrows made her even more confused.

“You really want me to eat it?”

Why else would she give it to him?

But under Fu Huayong’s attentive gaze, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

To cover up the fact that Ning Jin was only pretending to look elsewhere, Rou Yi took up her chopsticks and moved them to the nearest dish, and said to herself: “If you want to eat, eat it or not.”

He spoke with a bit of pride.

Fu Huayong’s eyes darkened, his fingers moved frighteningly as he grabbed the chopsticks in the middle of the table. After the meal, the two did not have much to say, and remained as calm as water, the atmosphere did not make them reject him.

“Do you need my help?”

Fu Huayong gracefully wiped his lips with a napkin and asked as he looked at the busy Ning Jin, “Let’s drag it down, it’s your young master who’s sitting next to you.” His tone was filled with disdain.

The corner of Fu Huayong’s mouth twitched.

‘s expression did not look good after eating dinner, so she did not pay too much attention to it. She scanned the floor and returned to her room, she still needed to work part-time on the Fashion Show s’ plans and run the competition time.

Fu Huayong also returned to his room.

Sitting in front of the computer, Ning Jin pondered for a long time but still did not have a clue. If he wanted to make a plan to make the woolen sweater in front of him, then he had to understand his opponent’s requirements for the plan, as well as the company’s main theme for the plan.

She knew the gist of it. High-end, high-end, high-class, simple fashion world. However, this was the only thing that made it difficult for her to find the main line. She needed some details to remind her.

Maybe she could talk to Guge.

As a result, Ning Jin gave up on planning and started reading the books on Fashion Show s. When she saw a page that talked about the fashionable topics of M Nation, he suddenly realized something.

In the end, it ran too fast for Ning Jin to catch it in time. After thinking for half an hour, Ning Jin still did not have a clue, and its eyes lit up.

Maybe she could get Fu Huayong to give her some advice.

Looking at the time, it was 12 o’clock at night, Ning Jin hesitated. He did not know if he had slept, and if he slept, would it not be good to disturb him?

After thinking about it for a while, she decided to ask Fu Huayong again the next day.

Before going to sleep, Ning Jin always had the habit of drinking a cup of warm water. In the end, once he stepped out of his room, he would hear some minute sounds, because no matter what sounds he heard at night, it would sound infinitely louder in his ears.