Cheng Cheng took a bite of lotus root slices and looked at Ning Zexuan intently. He reacted for a few seconds before speaking: "So, brother Ning, what you mean is that we went back to our hometown and then lied to them that we are still together?"
Cheng Cheng used the word "lie" without hesitation, which made Ning Zexuan frown: "Cheng Cheng, I just hope they can have a good year, not a lie."
Cheng Cheng understood what Ning Zexuan meant, but in her eyes this was deception, but forget it, that's what she originally thought.
On this matter, the two people who had always had different views came to an agreement. After coming out of the hot pot restaurant, Ning Zexuan and Cheng Cheng parted ways. Cheng Cheng looked at the back of Ning Zexuan walking towards the car parked on the roadside and wondered. Why, I suddenly felt happy in my heart.
Turning around and walking slowly along the street to the subway station, standing on the crowded subway, Cheng Cheng's petite body was squeezed here and there. If Ning Zexuan had been replaced by Nangong Yun today, he would definitely send her home. Yes, the feeling of joy just now was probably because they broke up.
After finally finding a seat, Cheng Cheng could finally sit down. She felt like she was suffocating. She rubbed her knee that had been hit by someone just now. Cheng Cheng lowered her head. What was she thinking about? It's nothing to suffer. Why does she have those thoughts? Is she really used to being led by others recently? Can't you bear this little bit of pain
Cheng Cheng shook his head, this won't work. It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it's difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
After finally returning home, Cheng Cheng took out the dress skirt and shook it out quickly for fear of wrinkles. Fortunately, the fabric was not prone to wrinkles. He hung up the dress and Cheng Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.
On the weekend, Jiang Shan had invited her out to eat and go shopping. Cheng Cheng took an early rest. Cheng Cheng knew Jiang Shan's temper when shopping, and it could make her feet cripple.
As night fell, Cheng Cheng had been playing with Duke Zhou for a long time. In another apartment, Huo Licheng was sitting on a soft sofa. A Hollywood science fiction blockbuster was playing on the TV, and he was holding a laptop on his lap.
Huo Licheng's eyes fell on the computer screen. On it was Cheng Cheng's resume. The corners of Huo Licheng's mouth raised slightly, and his deep eyes slightly curved into crescents.
There was really nothing interesting about Cheng Cheng's resume, but Huo Licheng unknowingly read it for more than half an hour before slowly closing the computer, getting up and walking to the window.
The night outside the window was dark, and Huo Licheng tapped his fingers on the window, his face looking thoughtful.
There are still a few days, but he is starting to look forward to it, starting to look forward to seeing a petite figure at the annual meeting.
Master Huo's reverie did not affect Cheng Cheng's good sleep at all. He slept until dawn, and Cheng Cheng stretched out comfortably on his little bed before slowly getting up.
She made an appointment with Jiang Shan at noon, and it was still early. Cheng Cheng finished washing and sat at the table, with a computer in front of him, a small book and a pen in his hand, and he was studying the recipes seriously.
She studied nutrition and worked as a secretary. However, Cheng Cheng inherited the essence of her parents and had a special liking for cooking. Cheng Cheng once had a dream, hoping to own a small restaurant of her own, just like Nangong Yundai. It's the same as the private restaurants she's been to. It doesn't have to be big in scale, the decorations should be more refined and stylish, and there don't need to be too many people. Quality is more important than quantity.