When Chen Jing realized that this was Qingyun and Muyun, the first thought that flashed through her heart was: Enemies were narrow!

She could no longer remember when this spell began. When she first entered Qingyun's house at the age of eight, she was deliberately tripped to the ground and broke her bones? In short, when she no longer remembered. Anyway, it would be no good for her to meet the eldest son of the Qingyun family. But what Chen Jing deserves to be affirmed now is that he doesn't know herself anymore. Fortunately! Chen Jing thought comfortably.

Now he was looking at himself quietly, with a narrow gaze from the willow leaves' eyes, like a blade that was about to penetrate directly into the secret heart. He was waiting for him to speak and was very confident that he would speak first.

"I" Chen Jing paused, as if thinking about the next wording.

"I'll come here to relax." She quickly lifted the broken hair hanging from her cheeks behind her ears.

Qingyun Muyun had changed into a comfortable position and sat in the seat beside her, but she had no expression.

"Then I'll leave first." Chen Jing got off the seat, but her feet sprained unscrupulously. She fell to the ground and let out a "Oh" sound. Chen Jing wanted to stand up, but the sprained ankle was painful and the tight skirt was not standing up at all. No one around came to help her. Chen Jing looked at Qingyun Muyun, and he sat there like watching a show, as if watching how he was going to perform next.

Then let him go, Chen Jing thought to herself. Chen Jing began to massage her ankles slowly to soothe her feet for a while and let herself stand up. Why are she always so embarrassed and not doing anything? She looked at the dance floor and saw no sign of that boy Qin Hao at all. Yes, every time he was care about his own slut, so he didn't think about seeing his shadow again as long as he got here. Chen Jing thought of her situation again, but what should I do? She was embarrassed under the nose of that person and couldn't leave.

Qingyun Muyun watched the woman fall to the ground, lowered her head and rubbed her ankles, raised her face and showed a slightly aggrieved expression on the dance floor. The side face was inexplicably familiar with her. But what the woman wanted to do. He walked over, bent down, took Chen Jing's arm. Chen Jing was still dodging at first, but he grabbed her and pulled her up. Chen Jing could not defeat her and had no strength to support her. It can be said that she was completely half-lifted by him.

"Um..." Chen Jing groaned. His male scent was too imposing. Because she was wearing cooler, her skin felt his strong and material body keenly. Chen Jing couldn't help but want to leave the support of his strength. Since she broke up with her boyfriend in college, she seemed to have not touched a man in seven years. She didn't expect that her body was still so sensitive, which made her shame.

"If you can't leave, just be obediently," he said impatiently but humbly.

Chen Jing stopped her struggle, she didn't know what would happen if she provoked him. Qingyun Muyun took her to the sofa in the corner and then Chen Jing saw him walk away.

"Hey" Chen Jing shouted from behind, and he also had no reaction. In Chen Jing's surprised gaze, Qingyun Muyun left the noisy crowd. How could this person be like this? He threw the person away without any gentlemanly demeanor! Chen Jing resisted the ** he wanted to beat him up.

The hiphop area is sometimes in a frenzy and sometimes in Chen Jing. Chen Jing actually fell asleep in such repeated high and low voices, never returning.

"This woman is so hearty," the man said disgustedly as she looked at her sleeping soundly.

The next day, Chen Jing opened her eyes in a daze and found herself lying in the apartment room. She thought that what she had happened last night was a dream, but when she looked closely, the red skirt was actually worn on her body, and there was still a vague pain on her ankle, but she could see that the plaster was already applied there.

"It seems that it's true." Chen Jing rubbed her hair that had failed overnight. "But who sent her back?" Chen Jing narrowed her eyes for a while, "Qin Hao, this guy." She thought speechlessly.

Chen Jing made herself lose her memory after drinking. This is her unusual thing. During the twenty minutes of waking up, her brain was in an unopened state. After these twenty minutes, Chen Jing exclaimed, "Oh no, Qingyun's family!"

He rushed to Qingyun's house, but Sister Hong had already been waiting for her in the office.

"Late?" Sister Hong raised her question indifferently.

Chen Jingdi's glasses were thrown away. She had a quick look at her image in her heart. She was not meticulous and just messy. If she hadn't felt it wrong, the makeup on her face should have not been removed. How could she have always been stable? But looking at Sister Hong's expression, she should be reasonable.

"I'm sorry, Sister Hong, there was something urgent yesterday," Chen Jing said apologetically.

After Chen Jing said this, she saw Sister Hong’s meaningful look.

"I don't care about your business, but please don't affect your work because of your private affairs. I'll forget that you just entered Qingyun's house. This time I won't write it down, but I won't tolerate it next time. As for the breakfast order, I'll deliver it for you first, so please give me today's order." At this time, a gust of wind blew into the window, and Chen Jing's broken hair was blown on her face. In the broken hair, Chen Jing saw that Sister Hong's hairstyle was not messy at all, and she showed a moment of thinking to her face. Although this was an expression in a blink of an eye, Chen Jing still captured it keenly. She has always been particularly sensitive to human facial activities, which is one of the professional attacks she once had.

During those few seconds, Chen Jing let out a sigh of relief, fortunately she had the good habit of preparing.

"I'll give it to you." Chen Jing took out today's nutritious meal list from the drawer.

Sister Hong took the order, "Today, would you please add a new meat dish?"

"A new meat dish, me?"

"This is also your job." After Sister Hong said that, she turned mechanically and left Chen Jing, who was shocked, and left.

"But I am a nutritionist, not a cook," Chen Jing muttered. For some reason, she felt that someone deliberately arranged her like this. After all, the nutritionist before never occupied other work except nutrition management. According to Chen Jing's observation, the division of labor of Qingyun's family was extremely independent.

Sister Hong quickly walked through the glass corridor and returned to the living room and turned into a compartment. Mrs. Qingyun was drinking and siping the tea in the Qingkou porcelain cup and lowered her head to read a female magazine. The spine of the magazine was printed with the words "women                                                                                              

"how's it going"

"Madam, I have followed your instructions."

"Xiaohong, have you ever remembered someone?"

Liang Hong knew that name but didn't say it.

"She used to be the master's exclusive cook, but unfortunately," Huang Ru said softly. "I didn't expect that such a person would appear again now. Should I be happy or sad?" Huang Ru looked at Liang Hong and said to her. In fact, she only talked to herself. Liang Hong knew the wife's habits and kept standing quietly aside. However, when she looked at the girl, the woman's face appeared in her heart. This feeling was particularly strong when she saw the girl. She didn't know what was going on, but now she didn't need to say it to her wife.

After Sister Hong left, Chen Jing immediately entered the bathroom and put her meticulously in the process. When washing her face, Chen Jing thought that she had already given the chef the method of making bright yellow braised pork. Then this dish should be fine. If there is still a problem, the source of the bright yellow ingredients. If you want to make meat dishes suitable for the old man, you can only ask for your mother's notes, but your mother's notes cannot be made casually. Mr. Qingyun is very familiar with his mother's dishes. This time he rashly will definitely touch some secret nerves, so he has to use his mother's notes well.

Chen Jing returned to her desk and opened her mother's old notes. The notes recorded her mother's exclusive recipe. Most of the dishes here are tailor-made for the old man, and will now be inherited and transformed by herself.

She flipped through and looked for the right dishes and sketched them one by one with pencil. Before she knew it, a long time had passed. Chen Jing rubbed her sour eyes, and today she would make white slaughter chicken and change it to the name of the dish and adjust the taste. Just as she suddenly took away the notes in her hand, Chen Jing raised her head in surprise. The young master took her notes and slowly flipped through them and then closed it, looking at Chen Jing with a demonstrative look. Chen Jing looked at the big boy in front of her, and the upper half of her face was aggrieved, and her eyes showed a feeling of hating her very much. Using such beautiful eyes to hate herself is really a waste. Chen Jing said regretfully in her heart. Such a beautiful young master of the rich family gave her a feeling of being imprisoned in a cage. Chen Jing smiled understandingly, as if she expressed deep sympathy for him.

But Chen Jing's smile with inexplicable superiority angered Qingyun Muqing, and the anger hidden in his heart was suddenly aroused. This woman's look of dealing with a little kid made him very upset. She thought she was, and she could touch other people's things casually and challenge other people's boundaries. The secret of the bright yellow thing, and the last time she hugged him, she hated some inexplicable women to approach her. If she didn't give this woman a little color, she thought she was

Is it easy to mess with? Is it still Mu Qing not to make up for my bright yellow? This year, I was going to give her a bunch of twenty bright yellow flowers, but only eight survived, and now only five are left! Thinking of this, Mu Qing stared at Chen Jing with hatred, and he saw the young master pulling the stool and sitting down at Chen Jing. Chen Jing suddenly felt like he had swallowed a big wonton. The young master's aura was completely sharp, but Chen Jing worked hard to show the smile of his intellectual big sister.

The young master opened the notebook, tore off a page of paper, and then tore off another page. Chen Jing exclaimed, "What are you doing?!" and made a gesture to snatch it, but as long as the young master raised the notebook, Chen Jing could no longer reach it. The young master used his other hand to make a gesture of silence through the lips of the mask.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Jing became angry about this childish trick.

The young master seemed to laugh gently under the mask "Crazy Woman" he said provocatively.

Chen Jing opened her eyes wide for no reason. The notebook must not fall into the hands of Qingyun. If it falls into it, then her attempts to come here will be fully exposed. Those hidden eyes will know the purpose of her trip and must protect it. Chen Jing stared at the notebook in the young master's hand.

Mu Qing clearly saw that the woman in front of him seemed to be tensely Xuan, and couldn't help looking at the notes in his hand.

Is this thing so important?
Chapter completed!