Rolling in the arms of the paranoid boss

"A girl can't just look at her face, but her character."

"I know Uncle Jiang."

Jiang Guichuan thought for a while, and still told what happened at the scene today, and then said: "Is that Wei Jue trying to vent your anger on you? Does he know about Fu Jingze's cheating?"

Meng Qingning was not clear about this point and shook his head.

"In short, he was bleeding heavily today. The project won by the bidding price suffered a lot of losses."

The emotion in Meng Qingning's eyes faded a little.

at night
When Wei Jue returned home, without thinking too much, he subconsciously took out the key and opened the door. When he entered, he saw the little black high-heeled shoes kicked by the door.

While bending down to take out the indoor slippers, he picked up the high heels that Meng Qingning had kicked off and put them in the shoe cabinet.

When he walked in, Meng Qingning was crouching on the sofa with his pillow in his arms and chasing anime, when he heard the sound, he glanced at Wei Jue.

"I'm home?"

The soft voice and natural expression made Wei Jue pause.

He stared at her fixedly, and the soft place in his heart was touched. In the past, when he went home, the house was completely dark, and he couldn't see his fingers. Even when the lights were turned on, it was deserted.

But now, when he opened the door, the light was on in the room, and when he walked in, there was the sound of the TV playing, and the girl's soft voice said to him, you are back.

There is really a bit of a model of unmarried couples getting along.

"Ah."

Wei Jue put the things in his hands on the table and took off his coat.

"hungry?"

Meng Qingning stared at him curiously: "Are you going to cook?"

"Ah."

Wei Jue responded in a deep voice, walked over and opened the door of the refrigerator, and stuffed the purchased ingredients into it.

Meng Qingning watched from behind, and found that the refrigerator was filled to the brim by him in no time, then he turned his head and asked her, "What do you want to eat?"

She is picky about what she eats, and she doesn't want to take a second bite of bad food.

But Meng Qingning really didn't know what to eat, so she blinked and said, "I can do anything."

After finishing speaking, she seemed to hear Wei Jue laughing, and simply stood up, just as Wei Jue had picked up the ingredients and entered the kitchen, she followed him in.

"Wei Jue, were you laughing at me just now? Do you think I'm a picky eater?"

"if not?"

He turned on the faucet, put the vegetables into the water, and Wei Jue, who had taken off his jacket, had firm arms, and Meng Qingning leaned on the kitchen table and stared at his handsome profile.

She lowered her eyes, watching Wei Jue doing things seriously and attentively.

"The takeaway was an accident. Do you think the taste of the takeaway is good?" Meng Qingning put his hands on the stage and stared at the basin with interest, "Let me wash it for you."

Just as Wei Jue wanted to reject her, he turned his head and met the little girl's clear eyes.

Those eyes are exquisite fox eyes, the tear mole at the corner of the eyes is cold when not smiling, and the eyebrows are expressive when smiling.

He didn't refuse, and turned sideways to let her come over.

Both of them were wearing indoor slippers, so when Meng Qingning walked to his side, her head only reached his chest. She leaned slightly and put her hand into the washbasin. Wei Jue sighed helplessly in her heart, and leaned over.

"Vegetables grow in a soil environment, so when you wash, you open the leaves, like this."

Wei Jue wrapped his arms around Meng Qingning's sides, his magnetic male voice was almost close to his ears, and there was a faint warm breath blowing over him. Meng Qingning blinked, but his eyes fell on Wei Jue's well-articulated hands superior.

His fingers are long and slender, his clean nails are light pink, and there is a perfect crescent moon on each finger, which means that he is in good health.

Meng Qingning didn't think it was manual control, but now she actually stared at his hand for a long time.

"Understood?"

Hearing this, Meng Qingning slightly turned around and raised her head, her eyes met Wei Jue's.

The girl's skin was fair, and the skin on her clean face was so delicate that even the pores could not be seen. Her pink lips moved, and her voice was soft: "I can wash, what do you think of me?"

After finishing speaking, she blinked her eyes in front of Wei Jue, and her slender eyelashes seemed to slap Wei Jue's heart.

His throat rolled and his voice became hoarse.

"Really? Then wash it for me."

"Oh."

Meng Qingning turned around, took apart the leaves one by one as he said, and washed the hidden accumulation of mud and sand with water. As soon as Meng Qingning picked up a vegetable, Wei Jue saw the green worms on it.

His eyes changed slightly, just as he was about to make a move, Meng Qingning moved faster.

She picked up the bug with a blank expression and threw it into the trash can next to her.

Wei Jue, who had stretched out his hand a little distance, silently retracted it.

There was a little relief, but after the relief, Wei Jue couldn't help but look at the back of Meng Qingning's head, his eyes full of thoughts.

In my impression, she should have screamed in fear, or thrown the vegetable directly, but she picked up the bug and threw it away with such a deadpan expression.

Even if there is no emotion of fear, what about the emotion of nausea?
Does she have neither?
While thinking about it, Meng Qingning looked sideways at him: "Are you going to watch me wash the vegetables here?"

Wei Jue pursed his lips.

"Are you still making dinner?"

"Do."

He withdrew his gaze and returned to his seat.

Before firing, Wei Jue couldn't help but take another look at Meng Qingning. The girl stood upright, her hands moving mechanically.

His mind was spinning and turning, and he was a little distracted.

After an unknown amount of time, the girl pulled him back to his senses with a little exclamation.

"The pot is going to burn dry!"

Wei Jue came back to his senses and put ingredients into the pot.

Meng Qingning had already washed the dishes and put them on the plate. Seeing this, she couldn't help but hurt him: "Wei Jue, do you usually cook like this?"

Wei Jue answered quickly: "It's not usually like this."

"Then why have you been distracted today?" Meng Qingning was still preoccupied with the fact that he won the bid at today's bidding meeting, and raised her eyebrows lightly, "Do you have something on your mind?"

Wei Jue looked indifferent.

"What can I worry about?"

"Lie!" Meng Qingning looked at him: "The person who has nothing to worry about almost burned the kitchen down just now. What's on his mind?"

Wei Jue pursed his thin lips and was serious about cooking, but ignored her.

But Meng Qingning seemed to be excited, and urged him: "Hurry up and tell me, I will share the burden for you."

Seeing that he was still silent, Meng Qingning walked around to his left and said in a soft voice, "Wei Jue, Wei Jue, just tell me."

She even reached out to poke his arm, "Just say it, and it won't affect your cooking."

The firm muscle was poked by Meng Qingning, Wei Jue's hand movement also stopped, and then he stopped, and then turned to look at her.

"Are you sure you want to know what's on my mind?"

Meng Qingning nodded expectantly.

Under the bright light, the girl's beautiful face was white and tender, her lips were not smudged, but she didn't know it at all, and kept pestering him to ask.

Wei Jue's dark eyes stared at her for a moment, then he suddenly raised his hand to grab her arm and pulled her into his arms, and grabbed the back of her head with his other hand, leaned over and covered her.