C8

Ning Jin stayed at Gu Yue's residence to recuperate for five days. Aside from the first day where he accompanied her for a while, Fu Huayong had never appeared again.

In fact, after the fever subsided, Ning Jin's body was only covered with flesh and blood. Adding to that, Fu Huayong's treatment was not bad, it was not really an urgent matter. Almost the next day.

"I feel that Chairman Ning's daughter should be more responsible than I am."

Dad?

Her father was only one person, but he definitely wasn't Ning Ping.

Thinking about this matter, Ning Jin smiled, "Don't worry, I'll be coming over tomorrow."

She felt that she understood Ning Ping a little. Someone like Ning Ping, who valued benefits more, would definitely not do anything to offend the Fu family.

But she did not believe that Ning Ping was still completely unaware of what had happened that day in these five days.

From Gu Yue's expression, Ning Jin walked around the shopping mall for awhile before returning to the Fu family's half-mountain villa.

Unexpectedly, other than the Old Lady Fu, the Fu Family also had Old Master Fu and a young man that they had never seen before.

Her appearance was handsome and somewhat similar to Fu Huayong. Compared to Fu Huayong's noble and refined style, the man in front of her was even more handsome and refined.

The young man was smiling at her. "Sister-in-law."

Eldest Sister-in-Law …

Old Master Fu had two sons; one was in politics and the other was in business. In his generation, besides his granddaughter Fu Wanjiao, he also had three grandchildren.

Fu Huayong was the biggest businessman. Fu Huayong had a blood brother and a cousin, Fu Qingyun, who was ranked second in the army and was a young general who basically did not have time to return.

Then, this handsome and refined man in front of him should be Fu Huayong's younger brother, the promising young Vice Mayor in B City, Fu Yunlang.

Ning Jin also greeted him with a smile.

Fu Yunlang looked at the spirited Ning Jin, and was almost certain that Fu Huayong was bluffing.

But the injury was real.

Old Master Fu was also sizing up his granddaughter-in-law, "Ning Jin, how are your injuries?"

Old Fu also knew about the injuries on her body?

Ning Jin smiled slightly, "I'm fine already."

"Mm, that's good."

He then left her with a few more words like "I can't be careless now, I have to go to the hospital regularly".

Ning Jin was confused.

She was indeed very nervous about herself and had always wanted to go to the hospital. However, she was also clear that this was indeed just as Fu Huayong had said, a few superficial wounds.

The old man's attitude almost made her think that she had suffered some internal injury.

Because he had been thinking about the unfathomable performance of the three of them, Ning Jin only remembered that he did not seem to hold onto his nightgown when he entered the bathroom in his bedroom.

However, when Ning Jin came out wrapped in a bath towel and saw the tall figure dressed in a nightgown standing at the head of the bed, he was so shocked that he could not even keep his bath towel.

Fu Huayong stared at the lady in front of him with his black eyes.

Light and soft skin, well-proportioned straight legs... Without even thinking, one could tell that this woman was not wearing anything.

The man's gaze landed on the fair and well-proportioned legs. His dark eyes revealed a cheerful expression. "This welcome method is not bad."

Fu Huayong admired the almost perfect body in front of him, unceremoniously grabbing her with one hand, while the other moved on top of her body.

Sensing the man's hand wiping the towel, Ning Jin opened his eyes wide: "Fu Huayong!"

"Hmm?"

Fu Huayong controlled her so that she could not break free and did not stop his other hand. His slender white fingers moved on her skin, as if he was playing a moving tune on a black and white keyboard.

"Are you fucking sick?" Ning Jin's breathing became uncontrollable. Since he couldn't struggle free, he could only stare at him. You didn't even go that night, so why are you pretending to be a man now? "

She had been drugged that night, and she had spent so much time telling him that she wanted to fuck him, but what about him?

There was no reaction at all.

Today, she didn't need a man at all, yet here she was!

Fu Huayong stopped what he was doing and raised her chin with his slender fingers: "I'm not interested in being your antidote."

And …

"Pretending to be a man? Don't you know whether I need it or not? Was it a ghost who slept with you on your wedding day? "

As he spoke, he drew closer to her.

The distance between them was so close that she could clearly feel the changes in his body.

As he approached, he tore off her towel and pressed her down.

"Are you going to the Ning's tomorrow?" Fu Huayong asked as he kissed her.

Fu Huayong's flirting skills were indeed superb.

Ning Jin gasped for breath, "You … How do you know? "

Fu Huayong did not answer her, but continued to ask: "Do you want me to help you clean up a few people?"

"You yourself? Heh, once you rely on your own ability to fight Ning Ping, I think you will also reach Ning Ping's age. "

Ning Jin thought about it, she and Ning's did not have any grudges. He did not care about what Ning Ping did, but he had to return what Ning Qian had bit her!

The woman below him bit her lips and did not reply to him. Fu Huayong raised his brows, "You still want to be self-reliant, leave that to you."

With that, Ning Jin finally regained his senses.

"Don't, don't, don't …"

"No what?"

"Mmm mmm …" She did not want to be self-reliant! She wanted to hug her leg!

In the end, Fu Huayong still had a lot of conscience and did not let her rely on himself.

Thus, on the second day of the company's meeting, Ning Jin had just appeared at the company's main meeting, when he arrived.

What is the back-and-forth method?

Ning Ping sat as the highest chairman, and just as he sat, the higher ups of the Ning's called out to him.

"Ning Manager has left the post for no reason these few days, causing a backlog of major projects, seriously dragging down the company's progress, shouldn't Ning Manager give us an explanation?!"

Just as he finished speaking, Fu Huayong pushed open the door and entered.

His pitch-black, deep eyes swept across the people in front of him, laughing merrily, and the entire room was not as dazzling as his glazed lamps. "I think I heard someone say 'confess', and coincidentally, I also need some explanation from you."