Sweet Wife, be Good!

"this is my room."

In a word, all the pride of He Ning was killed in a second, and all the guilty conscience surged.

It was her who went to the wrong room that night, and it was her who left something in his room.

What happened that night was not his fault, he just did what a man should do in his room.

Where did she get the courage to challenge him?

He Ning didn't dare to look up at his eyes again, bit his lip, and bowed: "I'm sorry, this gentleman... everything before is my fault."

"Then..." Shen Jingyu was very interested, "How are you going to make up for this mistake?"

"me…"

Doesn't this kind of thing end with an apology? How can I make up for it?

He Ning opened her eyes wide, and her long eyelashes fluttered nervously.

In the past few years, she has managed the company left by her mother and has been generous, and has long since been afraid of any sudden crisis.

But being shrouded in his eyes by Shen Jingyu made her unable to think effectively at all.

The corners of Shen Jingyu's lips were slightly curved, and the narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes also curved slightly, making them more charming and beautiful.

"Think about it yourself." He enlightened.

He Ning really couldn't think of it, maybe she could regain her rationality without him.

"Then I'll think about it for myself first, and don't bother!" He Ning ran away from him as if to escape.

Shen Jingyu glanced at her decisive figure.

This little woman, she just thought so, to separate her relationship with him?

This time, she might be completely wrong!

After hurriedly out of the room, He Ning realized that this is a villa, an ordinary villa, with a simple three-story building, and there is no special place to stand out.

It looks like she fainted yesterday and was sent here.

The man who was over fifty years old followed up: "Miss He, I am Uncle Jiu, San Ye ordered me to arrange a driver to take you back."

"No, I can go back by myself." After speaking, He Ning realized that he was all over his body, empty-handed, and didn't even have the money to take the bus.

She didn't know where her bag had fallen.

She wanted to go back to find it, but when she thought of San Ye's unclear look, she retreated.

Forget it, what's inside is not important, it doesn't matter if you want it or not, it's better to go back first.

Uncle Ji smiled kindly: "Miss He, get in the car. Our third master has never cared about girls like this. Don't let me be scolded."

Never cared about girls like this? The corners of He Ning's lips twitched. These words deceived the three-year-old child but couldn't deceive her.

Uncle Jiu put He Ning in the car and turned back.

A team of servants in uniforms pushed the silver dining car over and walked without making any noise. In front of Shen Jingyu, they held their breath and arranged all the food.

As usual, Uncle Ji picked up the small plate and started to try dishes.

Since Shen Jingyu was eight years old, he suffered from that accident. After the loss of his sense of taste, all his food must be tasted by a special person before being arranged in front of him.

"No, Uncle Jiu." Shen Jingyu picked up the chopsticks, took a chopstick dish, and sent it to the mouth.

"It's a bit salty." After chewing lightly, he commented indifferently.

Uncle Ji showed an incredible expression: "San Ye, can you taste the taste?"

Shen Jingyu did not speak, and slowly chewed the food in his mouth. The crispy texture of vegetables spread quickly between his lips and tongue.