The poisonous CEO

However, Ning Jin just smiled and did not reply. After she turned on the computer, she finally understood why He Qiu did not allow his to look, and her brows furrowed even more deeply. He unconsciously let out a cold smile.

There was still another video of Fu Huayong descending downwards, as the figure of a person dressed in formal attire appeared in front of him. The title of the video screen was "Young Grandma of the Fu Family has plotted to harm He Jia's daughter!"

It was unknown whether it was the reporter holding the microphone who had asked, "Then what kind of explanation do you plan to give?" Although she couldn't see her face, but she wanted to know Fu Huayong's answer. This husband in name.

If she wasn't wrong, she hadn't seen her own picture on the web, and she hadn't told him, so how did he know?

He Qiu took a closer look and felt a bit of shyness in her eyes, the tip of his fingers holding the computer turned white, but he could not see what He Qiu's heart looked like, so Ning Jin closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the wetness in his eyes faded.

After a long while, He Qiu said hesitantly: "Actually, I have investigated you before!"

A cold light flashed past Ning Jin's eyes. She hated him from the bottom of her heart, but she could not muster up the courage to look at him with such hatred. "Why?" she asked in a voice he did not understand.

He Qiu looked at the window, and only after the curtain had danced about no less than two times did he speak, "I, actually, I …" The three of them spoke, but did not finish their words. Their gazes immediately started to wander.

Ning Jin lay on the bed and looked at the scene with an itch in his heart. The moment this idea appeared in his mind, his heart sank.

However, in the next second, she was immediately overturned. Even though she was thick-skinned, she didn't know how to reply.

"Actually, I quite like you, so I just want to see where your house is before coming across you by chance or something."

To be honest, those words were quite touching, but the impact of being indirectly confessed to by a man who looked like a childhood sweetheart was really not small. He really wanted to cover his face with that pillow.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, but my parents always told me that you need to be brave when you meet a girl you like, but I didn't know that I'm afraid I can't find you with your information, I'm really sorry." He Qiu lowered his head. Maybe he was always shy in front of love, but his style was bold and straightforward.

Ning Jin didn't know whether he should comfort her or keep quiet. Since he had already investigated her identity and he also understood that she was going to get married, then they wouldn't be able to.

In an instant, his throat felt like it was stuffed with stones, making him feel unbearably bitter.

After a few moments of silence, the disappointment in He Qiu's eyes became even more obvious. It seemed that she really didn't like him, as her body moved further away from the edge of the bed and glanced at her, "I'll leave first. You rest well."

He didn't want to part with it, but there was nothing he could do.

Ning Jin had nothing to say, but it was because he didn't know what to say.

The voice of the man who had closed the door was gone, too, and a feeling of loss and gain filled his heart. Did she like him? She didn't know.

The night was always sad.

Inside He Jia's secret room, top floor. Old Lady Rong and a man that had lived for more than a hundred years sat together.

The old man had silver hair, not white hair, and his thin exposed wrist looked surprisingly powerful. He was dressed in a gray middle mountain suit with a hint of blue on the left side of his chest, and the simple design of the whole set of hair made his body look steady and restrained, the outline of his ears was surprisingly large. From the front, one could see his entire body, or perhaps he was laughing too much, and there were many wrinkles on both sides of his face.

"How could you be so reckless?"

He had never been this angry before, how could Old Lady Rong be so foolish, to capture someone just because of a little accusation. Looking at the shrewd Old who had lost his life for a while, he didn't know where to start.

At this time, the Old Lady Rong had lost his dignity. He looked at Grand Elder He who had lost his backbone, his head hung low and weak, "I only have a granddaughter, how could I not be worried? And why didn't my granddaughter injure her? "

Once she had a relationship with He Jia, she would always be confused.

"I'm confused, I'm confused." "Now that we can't find Ning Jin, there's no news of him at all. What do you think we should do?" Lord Old Lady Rong seemed to have already seen the angry expression of the Fu Family. He sighed and asked, "Did the Fu Family make any moves?"

"Probably not. It's probably because he did not discover Ning Jin's disappearance." The reason why Old Lady Rong was hesitating was because Fu Huayong from the Fu Clan seemed to be aware of it. Amongst them, she was most worried about the message sent by his phone, the recipient was called Little Li.

If it was found out, it would be hard to say.

"Old master, what do you think we should do now?"

It was the sound of the cane hitting the ground again, and now he was being asked where he had been?

After that, he thought of something and his expression turned even more serious. "You said that there's a traitor within the He Family?" Old Lady Rong closed his eyes as if he could see through his. He had a bad feeling about this, but he still nodded after a lot of hesitation.

The room was dimly lit, and the details of the corners could not be seen. "Who do you think it is?"

This question contained too much content, the Old Lady Rong analyzed: "If you want to achieve this, you have to be one of the higher ups of the He Family, otherwise it's impossible."

Old Master He laughed coldly, "Housekeeper Chen?"

"Impossible!" They had been's friends since the moment she entered the entrance of the He Family. When He Jia had been the housekeeper and they had not done anything wrong, how could it be him?

However, the Old Lady Rong Lord's smile became even colder, "You're that confident?"

Old Lady Rong squinted: "What do you mean?"

What do you mean? If not for all that had happened, he wouldn't have mentioned it anymore. For a moment, the darkness in her eyes could not be seen as deep as it should have been, and Old Lady Rong immediately understood what had happened. Her face became deathly pale, and her hand that was resting on the chair trembled slightly.