ace female assistant

Chapter 503
Cen Qinghe didn't know what happened, whether the house was on fire or gangsters broke into and robbed, anyway, the expression on Jin Jiatong's face was full of panic, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Out of human instinct, Cen Qinghe changed from lying down to sitting up, and while lifting the quilt out of bed, he took the phone and said: "Mr. Cheng, I will call you later, I have something wrong here." .”

Cheng Jiahe said, "Okay, go get busy and contact me when you have time."

Cen Qinghe was so flustered that she forgot whether she had said the polite words of goodbye, anyway, she had already hung up the phone.She put on her slippers and walked towards the door. Jin Jiatong gave her a distressed look, and then walked away.

Cen Qinghe looked towards the living room along the door. The whole living room seemed to have been robbed by robbers. The cushions that were originally on the sofa were all scattered on the ground; , scattered everywhere; and what gave Cen Qinghe the most blow was that the sweater she had been knitting for almost a month was now in the form of a 'thread', one end was wrapped around Xiaoer's leg, and the other end was connected, The twists and turns extended to the seam of the sofa, and the sweater needle got stuck between the legs of the sofa and the coffee table, and there was less than a collar left of the 'sweater', which made her blood pressure rise instantly, and she felt like crying without tears.

Xiao Er was lying in the living room, looking at Cen Qinghe arrogantly. As soon as the eyes of one person and one dog met, it immediately stood up and ran towards her.

Following its movements, the wool was straightened, and Cen Qinghe saw that the collar of the sweater was also shrinking rapidly. She rushed over with her eyes wide open, and hugged Xiao Er. Xiao Er thought that Cen Qinghe was going to play with it, so she was excited Jump up and down.

Jin Jiatong, who is so afraid of dogs, rushed forward to help pull the wool on the little second leg down round and round.Cai Xinyuan heard the commotion outside and came out of the room. Seeing the two of them wrestling together, she stared in bewilderment and said, "Yo, who is fighting with whom?"

Cen Qinghe was in charge of subduing Xiaoer. Jin Jiatong finally tore off one end of the wool and stood up. She looked at Cai Xinyuan helplessly, and said with a sullen face, "Xiaoer ruined Qinghe's sweater."

Cai Xinyuan rubbed her eyes, took a closer look, hey, isn't that right, it was still a sweater last night, but today it's a collar.

Xiao Er was hugged by Cen Qinghe's neck, and it fluttered joyfully, but Cen Qinghe suddenly lost all strength, and sat down on the ground, grievanced to the extreme, she immediately choked up and tears fell down.

Seeing this, Jin Jiatong and Cai Xinyuan hurried forward to coax her.

Jin Jiatong couldn't speak, but frowned and said, "Qinghe, don't cry, it's fine, I'll help you fix it."

Cai Xinyuan stretched out her hand to wipe Cen Qinghe's tears, and coaxed: "Hey, what are you crying for when you wake up in the morning? Look at you, you made the dog cry angrily. Would it be embarrassing to throw it out?"

When she said this, Cen Qinghe felt even more aggrieved, and immediately shouted: "I have been knitting for a month, and I knit for at least two hours a day, Saturday and Sunday, all day and night, and my fingers are getting bald. Already!"

The key point is that Shang Shaocheng's birthday is coming soon, where can she squeeze so much time to make him a sweater?
The more she thought about it, the more breathless she became, and Dou Da's tears fell one after another. She couldn't bear the grievance, and sat on the ground crying and howling.

Jin Jiatong felt uncomfortable, and went to the side to get her a piece of paper.

Xiao Er was frightened by Cen Qinghe's shocking cries, and stood there for a while, rarely showing a look of being at a loss.

Cai Xinyuan patted the top of the little one's head lightly, frowned and said: "I'm making you pissed, did you cause trouble? Let me tell you, I made your mother cry, and your father came back and stewed you!" "

Xiao Er opened a pair of big eyes of different colors, stuck out his tongue and licked his nose, all animals are psychic, it can be a second, but he still knows that being beaten is a mistake.

Cai Xinyuan was beaten hard this time, she drooped her head and lay down on the spot, looking pitifully small.

Cai Xinyuan said to Cen Qinghe: "Look at it, it knows it's wrong, don't cry."

Jin Jiatong also said: "There is still time, there is still time, you have learned it now, and the speed has increased a lot, you can definitely knit another one."

Cai Xinyuan said: "It's really impossible, don't give me a sweater, you can also give me a pair of woolen pants."

After she finished speaking, she couldn't hold back any of it, and let out a snort of laughter.

When Cen Qinghe was sad, he heard the words and raised his head to stare at Cai Xinyuan. Cai Xinyuan suppressed a smile and said, "I'm not sorry, do you think the rest of it looks like briefs?"

Cen Qinghe glanced at the little finished product in Jin Jiatong's hand, not to mention, it really looks like it.

I want to laugh and cry, my heart is extremely entangled, and finally the emotions fall on my face, and there is nothing left but dumbfounding.

Cen Qinghe frowned, and said anxiously and angrily: "I was still thinking about it last night. According to this progress, the project will be finished in a few days. It's good now. Should I send a sweater or woolen pants?"

Jin Jiatong couldn't help laughing either, and whispered from the side: "It's also pretty good as a collar."

Cen Qinghe gouged out his own eyes, not knowing whether to be angry with others or himself.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Xiao Er who was lying on her stomach with her eyes rolling wildly. She suddenly leaned forward, grabbed its cheeks with both hands, and pulled it out forcefully.

Xiao Er knew that he was wrong, so he had a particularly good temper and let Cen Qinghe do harm to him.

Cai Xinyuan and Jin Jiatong were afraid that Cen Qinghe would really beat Xiaoer up if he got angry, so they pulled people and dogs, and separated them first.

Cen Qinghe was so angry that his teeth were itchy. A month's hard work was just in vain.

Cai Xinyuan locked Xiao Er in her room, Jin Jiatong tidied up the living room, Cen Qinghe calmed down for a while, and followed suit.

Cai Xinyuan said: "Take this pile of wool and woolen pants to Shang Shaocheng. I guarantee that he will be moved to tears when he sees it. They can't afford it. What they want is this kind of heart. Besides, it's not you. If you don't want to send him off, it's because of his son. If you want to blame his son, he will only thank you, feel sorry for you, and will love you forever."

She gestured with her thumb and index finger, trying to comfort Cen Qinghe's heart that was on the verge of despair.

Cen Qinghe had already stopped her tears, and now she was desperate, with a look of hopelessness, she said weakly: "I just want to give Shang Shaocheng a decent birthday present, why is it so difficult?"

Cai Xinyuan said: "Oh, good things take a long time, you work overtime and get one out."

Cen Qinghe let out an 'ah' and sighed, "I really don't have the courage to start all over again."

Only she knows how difficult it is to knit a sweater. She has no talent in this area, so every knitting is a torment.

What metaphor should she use to describe her mood right now?
It was a domino that had been built for a year and a half. Before I could push it down, I let others push it.Work hard on yourself, enjoy yourself on others.

If it was artificial, she would definitely kill someone, but this time the murderer behind the scenes is Xiao Er, what can she do with Xiao Er?
Sitting decadently on the sofa, Cen Qinghe wanted to cry again.

Jin Jiatong picked up the cushions on the ground, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration. She gave a 'hey', and turned to Cen Qinghe and said, "Yes, why do you have to knit a sweater? Wouldn't you like to weave a scarf for Shang Shaocheng?"

Cen Qinghe glanced at Jin Jiatong, but didn't speak immediately.

Cai Xinyuan echoed from the side, "The scarf is good. It wraps around him and warms your heart. What a good meaning. The key is simplicity. There is no neck or sleeves. You can knit all the way down. I guess it will take a few days sooner." That's it weaving."

Jin Jiatong nodded, "Scarves are much simpler than sweaters. Even if you pick some stylish ones, you can knit them quickly."

The fire of creativity that had just been extinguished in Cen Qinghe's heart suddenly seemed to be revived. The key point was that she thought about it, and the scarf was indeed a good gift.

From being paralyzed to sitting, Cen Qinghe straightened his back with all his strength, patted his thigh and said: "Just knitting a scarf, I still don't believe it, God won't starve a blind house sparrow to death."

Jin Jiatong didn't understand, Cai Xinyuan explained, "If you're alive, being able to say this proves that you're fine."

In just half an hour, Cen Qinghe went from deep sleep to twilight, from twilight to waking up, and then from waking up to despair. Now that everything has calmed down, she decided to start again.

She was anxious to ask Jin Jiatong to choose the scarf style, Cai Xinyuan said: "Don't worry now, let's eat first."

Cen Qinghe said, "Order takeaway."

Cai Xinyuan said, "Don't you have an appointment with Cheng Jiahe today?"

When Cheng Jiahe was mentioned, Cen Qinghe was stunned, almost forgot about him, and she hadn't called him back yet.

"Cheng Jiahe called before, saying that he had something to do at noon today, and asked me to go to Haicheng with him to participate in a charity auction tomorrow. I didn't want to, but I had no reason to refuse. What do you guys think?"

Cai Xinyuan immediately said: "Shang Shaocheng is not in the country, so don't flirt around and let him know that he has nothing to do with you."

Cen Qinghe said: "Shang Shaocheng knew that I was going to have dinner with Cheng Jiahe. I told him, but he didn't know that Cheng Jiahe invited me to Haicheng again."

Cai Xinyuan said: "Then if you have something to do, you can do it."

Cen Qinghe frowned and replied: "I was dazed in the morning, so I promised him to go."

Cai Xinyuan replied with a speechless expression, indicating that she could not help.

Jin Jiatong said: "You can call Shang Shaocheng and ask, he will let you go and you will go."

Cen Qinghe was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said: "Why do I live so without dignity? What happened to me and Cheng Jiahe? Whether it's eating or participating in any auction, I'm just a friend, so please be polite. It’s like doing something wrong.”

Cai Xinyuan hugged her shoulders and soured her, "You were originally afraid of Shang Shaocheng, but now you have only been together for less than two months, and you have to report everything to him. If you have been together for two years, you still have to be alone with him." Fate?"

Cen Qinghe wanted to save face, and immediately raised his eyebrows and replied: "I told him it was respect. If you want to say who I am afraid of, then I am really not afraid. Why don't I go to Haicheng with Cheng Jiahe? I am open-minded, it doesn't matter."

Jin Jiatong persuaded: "You should tell Shang Shaocheng."

Cen Qinghe became stubborn, "Needless to say, we all respect each other's private life."

(End of this chapter)