C17

Ning Jin was drunk.

If a large clan was to be swept out because of their late return, was there any need to stay here?

Ning Jin really did not understand what was the motivation for Fu Wanjiao to pester him like this.

Ning Jin had lived for most of his life, but he had never heard of such a thing.

Just as Fu Wanjiao was waiting for her gratitude, Ning Jin immediately walked around her and left. Fu Wanjiao panicked, grabbed her hand and shouted: "Where are you going? Didn't you hear what I said? "

It might have been intentional, but Ning Jin could feel Fu Wanjiao's sharp fingertip piercing into her arm.

Ning Jin frowned and flung his arm with all his might. However, he didn't have the time to throw it backwards, instead, it was accompanied by a sharp scream.

Ning Jin fainted. She did not even use much strength, the loss of his arm was not enough for a 78 year old child to fall to the ground.

Ning Jin lifted his arm that Fu Wanjiao was holding, and five bright and shining bloody lines appeared on his delicate skin, as though he was about to cry.

What was going on?

Could it be that she was really at odds with Fu Wanjiao, or wouldn't she always be injured?

Behind Fu Wanjiao was the dining table, so when she retreated, her back bumped into the corner of the table, and because of inertia, her arm fell backwards, causing the tools on the table to instantly scatter. The clanging sounds were especially ear-piercing in the night.

"Pain, it hurts, my back …"

Maybe Fu Wanjiao just wanted to do a fake throw, she didn't expect her luck to blow like this, making it seem like she was doing things for the best.

The noise woke everyone up from their sleep, including Grandma.

Ning Jin only had one thought.

My beauty sleep …

"Grandmother, sister-in-law, she hit me. I'm in so much pain …" Grandma was wearing a silk nightdress as she walked over with the help of a servant.

Looking at Fu Wanjiao who had collapsed on the ground, pain flashed past her eyes: "Wan Jiao, what happened to you?"

Fu Wanjiao cried, "Grandmother, you have to avenge me! I only said a few words to sister-in-law when I saw her return home late at night, but she wasn't convinced and pushed me onto the table. My back is hurting a lot now … "Sob, sob …"

Seeing it today, Ning Jin understood what it meant to not let thunder or rain.

Fu Wanjiao, who was crying hysterically, was shocked to the point that the old granny of the Fu Clan was fooled before even a single tear flowed out.

Ning Jin sighed, this was the tempo to make things worse.

Seeing that there was no one else, Ning Jin looked at her crying granddaughter, causing Old Lady Fu's face to turn ugly, "Why haven't you sent Miss to the hospital, where are you standing? The Fu Family does not want trash. " Although it was not loud, no one ignored it.

Why did these words sound like a scolding locust?

It was not easy to be a wife of the Fu family, especially when there was no power or influence.

The servants around came up and quickly carried Fu Wanjiao into the hospital.

Seeing that everyone had left, Ning Jin decided to slip away as she desperately needed a good night's sleep.

His feet moved lightly, his body turned, and he lifted his feet.

"Little Jin, let's go together, after all this is your doing."

Alright, he didn't make any move and just killed him.

Is it that hard to sleep in a beauty sleep?

Although her granny did not make things difficult for Ning Jin when she married into the Fu family, her attitude was not any better.

One could imagine that Ning Jin was not even considered to be part of the Fu Family.

Arriving at the hospital, the doctor checked that it was only a slight cartilage bruise, but Fu Wanjiao seemed to have an incurable disease as she continued to deliver her last words.

"Grandmother, you must take care of your body after I leave. Eating less spicy food is bad for your body. Grandmother, I can't bear to part with you …"

Ning Jin kindly reminded his: "The contusion of the cartilage is just a scratch." you don't have to pretend that you're going to die. Of course, Ning Jin only said the latter half of the sentence in his heart.

Being interrupted, Fu Wanjiao was very unhappy: "Sister-in-law, how did you say that? You know better than anyone who's hurt me. "

That was why he said that because he knew it better than anyone else.

As the saying goes, nozuonodie, since you chose to demonstrate this art with your life, you should either be prepared to sacrifice yourself.

Ning Jin rolled his eyes and floated over.

Fu Wanjiao immediately grabbed his grandmother's arm and acted like a spoiled child, "Grandmother, look at her, she doesn't even put me in her eyes, she said I deserve it."

Ning Jin wanted to ask when she said it.

"Enough, stop arguing." The granny became a little impatient and after reprimanding Fu Wanjiao a few times, she said to Ning Jin, "You are my sister-in-law, even if Wan Jiao did the right thing, you still can't hit her. You better watch out in the future."

Unjustly accused!

She clearly fell down. Who are you blaming?

Furthermore, she is also injured, alright? Ning Jin wished that he could pass the scratches on her arm to Old Grandma Fu and denounce his loudly. I am also a victim, me too …

In the end, Ning Jin still lowered his head and apologized to Fu Wanjiao. Otherwise, he would not be able to sleep tonight.

After taking care of his arm, Ning Jin ran back to the Fu Clan Residence happily. However, he did not sleep for long.

This meant that he had to go to work.

"Ah …" "I want to sleep …"

At seven in the morning, Ning Jin drove the car to the company's office. On the way, he did not stop at all, especially so for the two dark circles under his eyes.

Towards the gazes of the employees of the company, Ning Jin comforted himself. She was just too beautiful, after all, everyone loves beauty.

"Ning Manager, meeting room on the eighth floor at the seventh floor."

The front desk knocked on the door to report the situation.

"I understand. I will be there on time."

Looking at his phone, he saw that there was still fifteen minutes before eight. Ning Jin immediately brewed a cup of tea to refresh his body, otherwise he would really be unable to resist the sleepiness attack and fall into deep sleep during the meeting.

Only when his stomach could no longer hold anymore did Ning Jin give up on the idea of making himself another cup of tea.

At 8: 30 PM sharp, Ning Jin arrived at the meeting room on time, but under everyone's gaze, he was late, did everyone want to complain?

She just wanted to be on time, and did her best to be neither too late nor too early. After all, it was better to be early than to be on time.

"Ning Manager, you are really punctual. Everyone is waiting for you!" As expected, Ning Qian grabbed onto a mistake that was not a mistake and made it difficult for them.

"Sorry, it's 8: 30 in the morning now. The time the front desk told me was also 8: 30 in the morning."

The meaning in his words was, although I came rather early, I'm not late, what right do you have to say that about me?

The other people in the meeting room did not dare to speak carelessly because of Fu Huayong the last time.

"You …!" Ning Qian clenched her teeth, but in the next second, she seemed to have thought of something, and her face revealed a proud smile.