The poisonous CEO

It was Fu Wanjiao. She immediately wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes: "I'm inside, wait a moment."

Fu Wanjiao smirked: "Why did you take so long to go to the toilet?" However, the latter sentence continued, "Forget it, hurry up."

When he heard the footsteps to leave, Ning Jin immediately opened the bathroom door and walked out. He stopped halfway because Fu Wanjiao had turned back halfway, and Ning Jin immediately blocked his nose and eyes that were red and swollen from crying.

"I really have something on, let go."

Fu Wanjiao pulled Ning Jin's hand, causing Ning Jin's face to turn around. When she turned her head, Fu Wanjiao saw all of Ning Jin's actions.

Oh my, what is this miracle?

Ning Jin was actually crying!

What a big news!

Fu Wanjiao was only curious because she was angry, but in her eyes, Ning Jin was very thick-skinned. The people who could make her cry were definitely not ordinary, and thinking about how these people Ning Jin were together with Fu Huayong all day, the answer was obvious.

Thinking that, he loosened his hand, allowing Ning Jin to escape from his predicament.

"Hey, stop right there!"

Somehow, he ran back to the sickroom where Fu Huayong was, and raised his head into Fu Huayong's eyes.

"What's the matter with you?"

His good-looking brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with curiosity.

Ning Jin unnaturally used his hand to stroke his hair, and then moved it furthest away from Fu Huayong. Other than his unnatural expression, his limbs were also stiff.

"Has anyone bullied you?"

Ning Jin did not reply as the ward once again opened.

Ning Jin turned his head to look, his forehead was perspiring profusely, how could she not realize that Fu Wanjiao had the potential to be a ghost?

Seeing Ning Jin, Fu Wanjiao's eyes lit up, but Fu Huayong's eyes darkened.

Fu Wanjiao trembled. When did she offend this elder brother?

"You don't remember what I said?"

Fu Huayong subconsciously linked Ning Jin's current situation to Fu Wanjiao.

How many times had he said not to cause trouble, but his sister did not seem to have heard him at all.

"Brother, it's not like I did anything. It was sister-in-law who was crying secretly in the toilet by herself. What can I do?"

Fu Huayong immediately understood what Fu Huayong meant. In order to prevent himself from being chased to the Fu's to work, she did not have the guts to tell him everything.

Crying in the bathroom?

Fu Huayong looked at Ning Jin. In the conversation just now, she had shown a strange expression, what exactly was it that made her so sad?

Ning Jin rolled his eyes, this Fu Wanjiao really had no end.

"Is there anything else?"

Fu Wanjiao's gaze shifted to Ning Jin, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Fu Huayong, who left the room cowardly.

So obedient?

was not used to it even when the door was closed?

"Looks like you have a lot of secrets."

Ning Jin: "What secrets do I have? Even if Boss Fu had only investigated a little, he would still know everything. "

Couldn't she just say it out herself and force him to investigate?

But when he got to this point, Ning Jin remembered something.

Didn't you tell me about the Little Li when you called me last time?

Fu Huayong facepalmed, what kind of person was this, to care about others before his own problem was solved.

Fu Huayong looked out the window: "I've already dealt with it."

"What about the usury?"

"It's settled."

Ning Jin asked again: Did you catch the perpetrator who bumped into Little Li's brother?

Fu Huayong nodded: "Then where are Little Li and her family?"

A series of events had caused Ning Jin to have no time to think about other things.

However, as Fu Huayong was tired of asking this series of questions, he did not know everything: "I don't know."

Ning Jin was speechless, was this man on strike?

After finishing lunch, Ning Jin went back to his bedroom to rest. Although she had taken the medicine, his stomach still hurt a little.

At this time, the phone rang. He picked up the phone and saw that it was from Little Li: "What's wrong?"

"Sis Jin, are you alright? I heard that you didn't come to the company yesterday, so I'm worried. "

Ning Jin smirked: "I'm fine, but there's something I can't do at home. Oh right, how are your little brother and grandma?"

Little Li's gratitude was clear as day: "Sis Jin, Brother-in-law has already settled everything for me. Sis, if there's time, can my grandmother want to invite you home for a meal?"

Ning Jin sat up and leaned against the headboard: "There's no need, I'm not helping you because I want a meal with you."

"I know that, but we have nothing to thank you for, so we hope to treat you to a meal."

After persisting for a few more days, Ning Jin could only persevere, but he did not have the time now, "But I might not have much time in the next few days."

"When do you have the time to tell me? Right, you must invite Brother-in-law to come as well."

She really couldn't guarantee that Fu Huayong wouldn't come.

However, it was not good to pour cold water on him either. He could only accept it.

Time flew, three days had passed, and Fu Huayong's bandage had been removed.

But why was Ning Jin's face so badly beaten up, why was his skin still so good?

How could she, a woman, endure such feelings?

"What's the matter?"

It was really because Ning Jin's expression was too resentful that he couldn't ignore it.

Ning Jin ignored his, but after thinking about it, he still had some face to his since he had a handsome slut.

When lunch time arrived, there were many more people at the table. The one sitting on the main seat was not Old Madam Fu but Old Master Fu.

"Fu Huayong, you are really doing too many disgraceful things, you are becoming more and more lawless." Old Man Fu had a serious expression on his face. He placed the pillar on the ground and knocked it a few times. Even so, the interest in his eyes grew even stronger. It seemed like Old Man Fu didn't think much of it.

How could Fu Huayong not understand? He pretended to ignore him and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the dishes.

He still felt rather embarrassed to know that his grandson had been treated like this in front of everyone. He reached out and slapped the table as he shouted, "Fu Huayong!"

Only then did Fu Huayong raise his head, and act as if he had heard just now, and ask with a confused face: "What's the matter?"

Ning Jin gave a thumbs up, thinking that even if Fu Huayong pretended to be stupid, he was still top quality.

"Bro, it's done."

Fu Yunlang glanced at the old man, and placed his hand under the table to pull the corner of Fu Huayong's clothes.