I want to say that no matter how tired I am, I don’t need to eat so much breakfast. This looks like it is for at least four or five people. Liang Sheng thinks I am a pig.
Also, isn't there a dedicated guest room aunt to clean the rooms in this hotel? It seems that there is nothing that Jingjing needs to rush over to clean up.
Ning Jing helped me prepare breakfast, stood up and politely answered my doubts: "Ms. Shen, eat it while it's hot, and leave the rest to me. Mr. Liang specifically told me that if Miss Shen feels unwell, she doesn't have to go to the company today. He I will pick you up after the morning shift today, so you can rest here for a while. If you feel bored, there are spa and swimming services at the front desk, Miss Shen can choose by yourself."
I secretly sweated. What does it mean if I feel unwell? Since Liang Sheng knew that I would be unwell, he was still so unrestrained last night.
"Okay, I'm going to wash up first. As for cleaning the room, I'll do it myself after breakfast." I stood aside, feeling a little itchy when my bare feet stepped on the carpet, and I couldn't help but step on my left foot and right foot. Right foot steps on left foot.
Jing Jing's mouth curled up slightly, and then he glanced at the sofa meaningfully, "You can clean this yourself?"
I looked in the direction of her eyes, and I was so shocked that I lost my footing and almost fell to the ground. There is a patch of maroon in the middle of the light blue cashmere sofa. Is that mine? Is that my blood
God, why didn't I notice all night last night
I was so embarrassed that I wanted to open the window and jump directly into the North Sea.
Jing Jing had an indifferent expression, as if this kind of thing was commonplace for her. I hung my head and slowly walked to the coffee table to eat. I didn't know how to answer, so I had to change the subject and said with a smile: "I can't finish this much breakfast by myself. Assistant Ning, please eat with me."
Jing Jing bent down and started rubbing something on the edge of the sofa. She took the time to answer, "I've already eaten. This was specially requested by Mr. Liang. Miss Shen must finish it all no matter what."
Eat them all? !
Even if I were really a pig, I still wouldn’t be able to handle so many mixed flavors!
Jing Jing ignored my dumbfounded words and continued to fumble on the sofa. She made no further movements for a whole minute. Her patience seemed to be very short. Then she saw the corner of her mouth sinking and she directly pulled hard on the wiring port of the sofa cover with both hands. , with a tearing sound, the Sha Tao condom was torn apart by her.
I opened my mouth slightly and raised my eyebrows. Her way of 'packing' things was really special. She tore the fine cashmere sofa cover to pieces.
After dismantling it three times, Ning Jing clapped his hands, looked at the bare brown sofa, and curled his lips with satisfaction.
Is it true that people who have been with Liang Sheng for a long time will pick up some of Liang Sheng's habits? Jing Jing's patience and temperament are almost the same as Liang Sheng's. I'm going to report to the President's Office later. I really can't imagine how difficult my future work will be. Working with two such awkward facial palsies, I really don't know how Xuanxuan endured it for so many months.
After finishing the sofa cover matter, Ning Jing walked to the bar, poured the remaining half bottle of red wine into the bathroom, and then threw the empty bottle into the trash can. Then he turned around and said to me: "Okay, the matter is almost settled. It's over. The number I just called you is mine. Miss Shen, please remember to save it and call me anytime if you have any questions. Any problems I can solve for you, it's best not to trouble Mr. Liang, thank you."
After she finished speaking, she bent down and folded the sofa cover, put it into the trash can, then took off the trash bag and held it in her hand as a gesture to leave.
I swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, stood up and said, "Um, Assistant Ning."
"What's the matter?" Jing Jing turned around and looked at me seriously.
"I think I shouldn't have to rest for long. I can go report after breakfast." I had promised Liang Sheng that I would be transferred to him as an assistant. Yesterday was originally Xuanxuan's last day of work, but because of "Green Snake" The movie was just finished yesterday, and I still have some follow-up work on my makeup. I can only go there today at the earliest, and Xuanxuan has to postpone it for one day. As long as today's handover work is completed, she can fly to her Master Chu with satisfaction.
Jing Jing frowned slightly and replied thoughtfully, "I can't make the decision on this. I have to ask Mr. Liang for permission before I can answer you. If Miss Shen is not in a hurry, I will call you when I return to the company."
I nodded, she nodded to me, then opened the door and went out.
I immediately threw the spoon back into the bowl and drank three bowls of porridge in one go, almost spitting it out in front of Jing Jing. I really couldn't eat the rest of the eggs, soy milk, etc., so I simply put them all in a plastic bag and threw them aside.
The morning sun is very warm. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the scene in front of me is gentle and peaceful. The endless blue meets the sky. The soaring seagulls don’t know where to go. The sea breeze blows and rustles the coconut trees on both sides of the window. .
Everything is so beautiful.
I suddenly felt a little pity for the red wine that was poured out by Jingjing. At this moment, I suddenly wanted to sit down and have a drink, quietly looking out the window in a daze.
His mind is filled with the shadow of Liang Sheng, his voice and smile, his brutal domineering, his gentle compassion and his passionate madness.
I sat on the bar, and his deep and long breathing seemed to be in my ears.
It was close to noon that Ning Jing called me back: "I'm sorry, Miss Shen, Mr. Liang has had a meeting in the morning until now. I asked you just now. He said that if you are sure that you have enough thoughts to cope with the work, you can come to the company. .”
Enough thought.
He thinks, where will my mind go
(End of chapter)