Chapter 1043: Covenant wife

Yan Ge tilted his head and looked at Ning Jin.
Ning Jin, who had gone downstairs, did not look at the words, sitting in the position where he often sat, and the servant brought the breakfast up, and then he bowed his head and started to eat.
Yan Song has not yet started.
But she was not in a hurry. She put her hands on her cheeks and stared at the man across the table.
Ning Jin, who was full of gas, finally couldn't hold on under the scorching gaze of the opposite woman.
Looked up and asked her, "How?"
Yange poked a small piece of cake on the plate with a fork, stared at him and said, "You were drunk last night."
Ning Jin gave her a cold glance: "Huh?"
Yange: "I brought you back by car."
Ning Jin: "Um." She was so embarrassed to show off her car skills.
Yange: "I also sent your good friend Fan Lulu home."
Ning Jin: "Huh?" He put people down on the road, and she said that Fan Lulu was her little fan.
Yange: "By the count you owe me a few favors."
Ning Jin glanced over the cake that almost poked her into a pile of scum: "So?"
Yange: "My company has encountered a problem."
Ning Jin didn't answer this time. He stared at her, trying to see her true intention of saying this.
Yange sighed, and his shoulders were extremely depressed. "My dad has high hopes for me, and I want to let this family business carry forward in my hands, but I really are not this material. I haven't done this for a year. It's impossible to figure out the status of the company, and the mind is like a mess. "
Ning Jin opened her mouth, but did not speak. He lowered his head, raised a spoonful of porridge, but did not put it in the mouth. He heard her say, "Ning Jin, I'm powerless."
The sound of endless frustration and discouragement seemed extremely sad and frustrated.
He stared at her dregs plate, and the spoon in his hand fell into the bowl again: "Do you want me to help you?"
The fork of Yange kept tinkering with the saucer, and she said discouragedly, "Will you help me?"
Ning Jin did not respond, but instead asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will take advantage of the secrets of your company and annex your company?"
Yan Song looked up and looked at him: "Will you?"
Ning Jin thought about it and said, "I don't know."
Yange looked down: "Then, can you help me find a way? I think I've been very irritable lately, and I feel like I'm in a dead end. Every day in the company is like a year, but I have to force myself to be this overbearing president."
Speaking of this, she suddenly laughed: "In the novel, it is said that the overbearing president is more powerful and powerful, but after one year of my own experience, I felt suicidal in depression."
"Ning Jin, the only person I can call for is you."
Ning Jin looked at the words, her lips curled into a line, because Xu's face was cold and looked extremely unemotional.
Yange said, "Ning Jin, what the do you think? Why don't you talk? You owed me a lot of affection last night. You don't know, you're drunk. I wiped your body. face."
Ning Jin felt it afterwards, as if finally she knew why she was different from before.
She hadn't said much before him before.
Even if she encountered any difficult things, she wouldn't say it in front of him. Instead, she would rather ask an outsider and never tell him her husband.
She blends things and won't let him in.
She had never spoken to him like this.
Speaking discouraged, he bowed his head to eat porridge: "I don't want to help me."
Take a bite and mumble again: "My husband is not only used to sleep, there are no other functions at all, what is the use to come?"