"Humph, just say sorry?"
Fu Shaobei was not only not happy after hearing this, but seemed to be even more angry.
"Then young master, how are you going to deal with Miss Shen?"
"Who said I was going to deal with her?" Fu Shaobei glared at him fiercely.
Peng Junkai knew that his flattery had been slapped on the horse's hooves.
He lowered his head and did not dare to express his anger. He said too much and made many mistakes.
"Master, if you have no other instructions, I'll go down first." He was about to leave.
"etc."
Fu Shaobei stopped him.
"I received a strange email in my mailbox. Go find out what happened, what it is, and who sent it. Put the result on my desk tomorrow morning."
What
Peng Junkai was shocked, his face turned red to his ears, and he felt as if he had been caught red-handed.
"Did you hear that?" Fu Shaobei glanced at him.
"Listen, I heard it."
Peng Junkai quickly agreed, and when Fu Shaobei stopped talking, he withdrew.
After leaving the room, he realized that he was so nervous that he was sweating all over, and even the shirt on his back was wet.
Doesn’t the young master know that the email was sent by him
Is this a deliberate attempt to test yourself
No, the young master never tests!
If he knew the truth, he would only curse!
Peng Junkai suddenly felt a pain in his toes.
He felt like he shot himself in the foot.
Damn it, was my brain flooded at that time? Why did you come up with such a bad idea to send a short movie to the young master!
It's over, it's over, what should we do with this errand
Should I allow myself to take the initiative to confess
He has no face!
*
Early the next morning, although Shen Ning slept poorly, she still got up early and appeared at the breakfast table as usual.
She knew that Shen Qingshan liked to have his whole family show up when he was eating. It was like this before.
The family of three always has breakfast together.
My mother would make a delicious breakfast, changing the pattern every day without repeating it, but at every meal there would always be a bowl of glutinous and fragrant porridge placed in front of my father.
My father likes to drink porridge.
Millet porridge.
My mother would add a little alkali to the millet porridge, so that the cooked millet porridge would be more fragrant and thicker, and my father liked it very much.
But after her mother passed away and Chen Mingli came in, she never cooked millet porridge again.
Because she looked down upon this kind of country food.
She also cooks porridge in various ways, such as preserved egg and lean meat porridge, white fungus and lotus seed porridge, sashimi porridge, etc.
Shen Qingshan also likes to drink the porridge she cooks.
But he always missed the bowl of millet porridge with alkali added. The aroma lingered in his memory for a long time, and he often thought of it in his dreams.
It's just that he didn't want to tell Chen Mingli.
Shen Ning didn't sleep well, so her mental state was naturally not good. Her eye circles were dark and her face was dark, looking like an eggplant beaten by frost.
This made Aunt Liu greet her with concern and bring her a bowl of wolfberry, red dates and black-bone chicken soup that replenished blood and qi.
She felt strange.
Aunt Liu was obviously Chen Mingli's person, but she was particularly concerned about herself, intentionally or unintentionally. She would also give herself small reports from time to time, revealing the conversations or whereabouts of Chen Mingli's mother and daughter.
But she didn't think deeply, and sat down to drink chicken soup quietly.
At the breakfast table, it was rare for the whole family to be present.
Even Shen Ruyun and Shen Ruotong, who usually like to sleep around the most, appeared together.
It's just that both of them were obviously not awake, and they were yawning one after another.