Chapter 2639： Wife, wife, where are you (1)

Huang Ying was taken aback.

She was originally squatting under the table, but now she stood up in shock.

With a "bang" of his head, he hit the edge of the upper desk, and the documents and photos he was holding fell to the ground again.

Huang Ying let out a painful "Ah", and squatted down, clutching his head.

Under the palm of his hand, he could clearly feel a bulging bag on his forehead.

The painful tears are almost falling out.

The sound of footsteps stepped forward, and a big, cool hand stretched out and yanked her up from the ground.

"I asked you to do your homework here, not for you to flip things. In the future, you are not allowed to flip through without my permission."

Huang Ying looked up and saw the gloomy expression on Chen Jun's face. Listening to the stern words in his mouth, she felt a little wronged suddenly in her heart for some reason.

Raising his hand and struggling away from him, he squatted down again, silently tidied away the learning materials that had fallen on the ground, and then put the photo back on the table.

Biting his lip, "Don't worry, I won't come again."

After speaking, he hurriedly left the office holding the pile of learning materials and walked outside.

Chen Jun raised his hand and rubbed his painful forehead.

The group of people at the bottom is really useless. A development project for a new district has been almost two months old, and even a plan has not been made up till now.

After almost a day of meetings, none of them came up with useful opinions.

In the meeting room, being killed by those popular people, his temper will inevitably become a little irritable.

Moreover, there is something in the sky in his office.

He didn't care too much because no one could come in before.

Huang Ying is here now, those things are not suitable for her to see.

Inadvertently his eyes caught the photo Huang Ying had just placed at the corner of the table.

He raised his hand and took a look, and an unidentified light flashed in his eyes.

The fingertips of the photo were slightly hardened, and a small arc appeared in the picture because of too much force.

He pursed his lips, paused for a moment while holding the photo in his hand, and threw it directly into the trash can on the side.

Thinking of the little girl's red eyes just now, and the big bag bulging on her forehead.

He took out his cell phone and dialed her number.

The phone was just connected, and it was hung up over there.

Knowing that the little girl was angry, Chen Jun didn't fight again.

After going back to the lounge and washing his face, there was a faint smell of food from his nose.

Somewhat suspicious, he turned to the kitchen and saw the cooked food on the counter.

The upper side is covered with a small cover.

Step forward, raise your hand to open the upper cover.

A plate of hot and sour potato shreds, and a plate of fried pork.

Looking at the potato shreds thicker than fingers, Chen Jun immediately guessed that these two dishes probably came from that little girl.

Even if Lang Feng tried to cook for him, he wouldn't make all the food like this.

Seeing these two dishes cooked in a mess, Chen Jun's irritable mood just improved inexplicably.

Reaching out to the side and taking chopsticks to taste the two dishes one by one, except for the small fried pork which was a little burnt, the taste was barely enough.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, just about to reach out and bring the food to the restaurant.

But his eyes were a touch of red in the trash can accidentally, and he squinted to see that a few sliced ​​potato shreds were stained with blood.

Chen Jun couldn't help frowning. This little girl really has no talent for cooking, and she can cut every vegetable. It's better to keep her away from the kitchen in the future.