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Ning Qian always had a shadow in her heart when she faced Ning Jin's hand. She had suffered a lot when she was in Ning's, so the moment Ning Jin's words fell, she unconsciously took a few steps back.

With a panicked expression, he said, "You don't have the qualifications to hit me, so I'll tell you to stay away from me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

Ning Jin was not anxious either, the corners of his mouth hooked up into a benevolent smile as he supported Ning Qian and asked: "Then why do you think you can hit her?"

Ning Jin laughed, laughed proudly.

"Compared to my superior, I feel that as a sister, I'm more obligated to seek justice for my sister, don't you think?"

Ning Jin took a step forward, a figure flashed past his eyes, causing Ning Qian to unconsciously become timid. He walked right in front of Ning Jin, who was pulling on Little Li's arm, and said again: "If I find out about this situation again, then it won't be as simple as just a slap."

In the end, after Ning Qian regained her senses, she immediately rushed forward to fight with Ning Jin. The struggles between women were just grabbing at their hair and pulling off their clothes, but Ning Jin, as a strong character, was nothing more than that.

He slapped Ning Qian twice, and the slap sound made Ning Jin feel very good.

In the end, even if Ning Qian did not touch a corner of Ning Jin's clothes, she became miserable. The swelling on her face was extremely high, and it was unknown if it was because she was unable to move even a single step forward, causing him to faint from the magnificence.

"This has nothing to do with me."

When Ning Qian came to the end, everyone looked at him in unison. Ning Jin disagreed, crossed her arms in front of her chest and said indifferently: "Fight 120 then."

Black lines streaked across Fu Huayong's forehead.

After Ning Jin was carried out, Ning Jin pulled Little Li to sit on the sofa once again. Leng Tian and Fu Huayong stared at each other, the war between women was over?

"Tell me, what do we do?"

Ning Jin crossed his legs and asked. The Little Li beside him had probably been shocked by the fearsome scene from before, as she stared ahead in a daze. Ning Jin waved his hand in front of her.

What should he do?

The corner of Fu Huayong's mouth twitched.

She asked him what he was going to do.

What else was she going to do?

Ning Jin's gaze landed on Leng Tian, and spoke up urgently: "You must not shirk your responsibility regarding this matter, how do you think we should make it up to you?"

What Ning Jin said could be said to be the main reason for all of this. The reason why he hadn't seen Little Li for a few days was because he was afraid, even though he really wanted to be with her at all times.

But he didn't dare.

He forced himself to work hard every day to make his schedule crowded, so that he would feel better. He would miss out on the chance to meet the Little Li today, or else he wouldn't be able to control himself.

The reason why he did not give Little Li An Pei any work was to let her rest and not be tired. However, he never expected this kind of result.

"I'm willing to take responsibility."

Ning Jin was startled.

Seeing Leng Tian looking as if he was about to die, Ning Jin felt that she was like a malicious mother-in-law. He had made a woman's stomach, so she came to propose marriage.

"Cough, cough." Ning Jin pretended to cough twice, and looked at Fu Huayong, and was about to say something, but when he opened his mouth, the little fellow beside his tugged at her sleeves.

Ning Jin stopped and turned his head, asking: "What's wrong?"

Little Li lowered her head even lower and spoke with a voice even softer than a mosquito.

"Sis Jin, forget it, I don't need it."

Ning Jin frowned, why was she so useless?

She was leading the way for her, but she was too lazy to leave.

Ning Jin felt powerless.

"I'm sorry."

A cold apology sounded in his ears.

"It doesn't matter."

Unsurprisingly, he once again heard the Little Li's understanding.

Is it that Leng Tian only knows how to say sorry and Little Li only knows how to say it's okay?

Fu Huayong was the same as Ning Jin, who understood the situation between Leng Tian and Little Li thoroughly and did not want to continue writing nonsense. He quickly wrote something on the paper, and it emitted a magnetic sound as a cheque flew between them.

"For the sake of the company's reputation, you will bring Little Li out to relax until she returns to her previous state."

Ning Jin clapped his hands.

Fu Huayong was awesome, even his honeymoon could be described as so grand.

"En, Little Li needs to relax now. As her superior, you have the duty to take her to relax. If she is always fine, then she will never come back."

"All expenses companies will be reimbursed," Ning Jin sang in unison and matched well. Leng Tian was stunned for a moment, but he did not retort. If it wasn't for Ning Jin glaring at the Little Li, this fellow would probably have gone from unrelated to useless.

After the matter was settled, Leng Tian dragged Little Li out, leaving only Fu Huayong and Ning Jin behind. Ning Jin sat on the sofa paralyzed, the physical labor just now had made her a little tired.

"Is this result satisfactory?"

Fu Huayong sat on the boss's chair, and asked casually. Ning Jin also answered casually: "Since they've already reached this stage, what's next will be their own choice." He immediately sat up on the sofa and looked at Fu Huayong: "How come a love expert like you only has an elm head?"

Logically speaking, it wasn't scientific to split things into groups like humans.

It was unknown what Fu Huayong was thinking, but the corners of his mouth raised in a taunting smile.

Fu Huayong retracted his gaze from Ning Jin, lowered his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and started smoking.

She suddenly realized that she had said something wrong.

It was only a few hours later that he saw his lover break her leg.

The atmosphere became awkward.

Fu Huayong shook the cigarette at the tip of his finger and asked: "Take one?"

Ning Jin shook his head. Although he could swallow, she could not.

After lunch, Fu Huayong made people familiar with her work content for a while. Although she was's special assistant in name, she was actually responsible for the work of the Fashion Show, and Ning Qian was also responsible for it with her.

She was going to leave, but she stayed.