The president doesn't listen [Transmigration Book]

Before Ning Yi could think about what this familiar feeling was, Fu Ruixiu let go of his lips and stepped back. He licked the remaining blood on his lips and teeth, and twisted his lips, "Your teeth are quite sharp."

She thought she could make back [-]%, but she didn't expect to lose it instead. For a while, Ning Yi was stuck in the triple feeling of just being kissed, tasted blood and strange familiarity.

Fu Ruixiu raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains on Ning Yi's pale pink lips, and licked it back into his own mouth without wasting any time. His usually cold face was a little wanton at this moment, "Are you full? I think you don't want to eat any more now." Eat something."

Ning Yi subconsciously licked her wet lips, when the irritating smell of blood came back again, Ning Yi, who realized what she was doing, stopped her mouth immediately and stared at him hatefully.

"Although I don't know what you're angry about, it's obvious that I was bitten... But if you feel uneasy, you can bite again." Fu Ruixiu moved closer, staring directly at him, within a distance of less than one finger, breathing heavily. Entangled.

Ning Yi ground her teeth, glanced at his swollen and red lower lip, and shrunk her gaze.

"Don't bite, I have a toothache." Cutie gave the reason grandly.

Fu Ruixiu was about to make a move, Ning Yi stood up abruptly, almost hitting the tip of Fu Ruixiu's nose, he pulled away the wooden chair, his face flushed, "I'm not full yet, you have to make me a supper yourself in a while."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ruixiu saw Ning Yi's footsteps froze, and he almost went back to the house with his hands and feet.

Fu Ruixiu gave a very low laugh, the laughter trembling in his chest, he couldn't help but stroked his lips repeatedly, recalling the touch.

**

When Ning Yi just woke up the next day and hadn't recalled what happened last night, Fu Ruixiu sent another small bouquet of elegant flowers, "Good morning."

Ning Yi still doesn't know the meaning of the bouquet, her face is colorful.

Last night Ning Yi was just casually mentioning the supper, but Fu Ruixiu really brought a bowl of hot and fragrant wontons. Ning Yi couldn't hold back and was fed half a bowl.

Ning Yi felt a little tired, so Fu Ruixiu brought him two plums and another bottle of yogurt, and asked him to drink it after half an hour.

After all, Ning Yi is not a person with thick nerves. When Fu Ruixiu helped him pinch some sensitive parts of his shoulders, neck and calves as usual, he keenly felt some differences from usual.

It was probably due to the change of mood, the change of gaze, and even the feeling of touching made him feel unbearable - like teasing.

But it's obviously just the most common massage.

It's just a massage.

Ning Yi repeatedly hypnotized herself, but the effect was minimal, and finally drove the person out of the room, lying on the bed for a long time and still couldn't fall asleep.

It seemed to be a response, the phone buzzed and vibrated, and Fu Ruixiu chose to make a voice call.

Ning Yi didn't know why it bothered him a little bit, he wanted to be alone for a while, but thought that he had promised the other party to pursue him before, so he accepted the invitation.

"...Can't sleep? Shall I tell you and the baby a bedtime story?" Fu Ruixiu quickly searched for all the hypnotic fairy tales he could find that were suitable for listening to before going to bed.

Ning Yi ignored him and let him start talking——

Ning Yi lost consciousness in a trance as the soft ding-dong sound of stream water flowed past her ears.

When she woke up again, she opened the door and faced Fu Ruixiu. Ning Yi thought that she had fallen asleep listening to the other party's voice last night, and she didn't know whether she was more grateful or more awkward.

"Dinner at 12 o'clock at noon?" Fu Ruixiu put away the flowers and confirmed the time.

"En." Ning Yi raised her spirits.

Both Yin Zhenjun and Su Juan couldn't come because there were several exams at school recently, and Ning Yi had to make friends and discuss alone.

But that's nothing to him.

He opened the chat group, and a group of people were excitedly discussing what to wear and what to wear today. Will they find out that some of the self-proclaimed handsome men in the group are actually single dogs who can't find a partner for a lifetime because of their looks, and so on.

Ning Yi watched them discuss with great interest what watch and jewelry they were wearing today, but she kept the gold jewelry untouched in a very simple way, and only put on a comfortable cotton dress that looked elegant and gentle, and then got into Fu Ruixiu's car to go feast.

According to the group owner's statistics, more than 40 people will come, but I don't know how many people will actually come.

It was [-]:[-] when Ning Yi arrived at the designated hotel, and it seemed that everyone should be here by now, Ning Yi waved to Fu Ruixiu, and after agreeing to make a phone call, the black Bentley stopped at the spot again After waiting for a while, he turned around and left at the intersection ahead.

Ning Yi had already boarded the elevator at this time, and under the guidance of the waiter, she found a box—two large boxes connected together, with a long lounge equipped with TV and sofas outside, and there were already three or five people sitting or standing chatting.

The level of the hotel is quite high, and the decoration is luxurious and bright, which is in line with the taste of people who study jewelry design.

Before Ning Yi entered the door, she saw a few gentlemanly men at the door of the box, either copying their pockets or pointing to Jiang Shan, saying cheerfully, and there were several young and beautiful ladies waiting to enter the door, wearing well-tailored silk skirts , wearing a variety of radiant accessories, all glamorous.

A well-dressed man in his early thirties walked towards him, "Hello, please tell me your nickname in the group."

After Ning Yi finished the report, the man ticked the boxes on a piece of paper, "Okay, including you, there are already thirty group friends, let's go in first and have a seat."

The man led him in and introduced himself. He is the person whose nickname is Hetian who usually helps the group leader manage the group. The group leader nicknamed Carat is now greeting him inside.

The jewelry design exchange group introduced by Vaughan is naturally not an ordinary group. As far as Ning Yi knows, the group leader of this group is the deputy editor-in-chief of "Jewelry" magazine, and He Tian is a designer of Luoshan Jewelry Company. In the past year, except for a few students, the other half of the group are people with social work experience engaged in jewelry design or jewelry appraisal, and some of them are celebrities with jewelry design hobbies.

Group members with such a composition are naturally mostly either rich or expensive.

Fortunately, after Ning Yi observed for a while, most people were still discussing professional knowledge as if they were in the group, so Ning Yi didn't worry about not being able to get involved.

Ning Yi quickly chatted with a few guys who looked like they were in their early twenties, and waiters brought cold dishes intermittently around her.

When meeting for the first time, it is inevitable that there will be scrutiny and curiosity, and they are all in the same industry. Everyone has a lot of topics, and the surrounding area is full of conversations with controlled volume, occasionally mixed with two girls' laughter.

The process of automatically recognizing relatives was almost done. The leader of the group, Carat, puffed out her belly and greeted everyone to sit down with a smile on her face.

Because in the end there were only more than 30 people who came, and all the two big tables were enough to sit on. Even Ning Yi’s right side was still empty, and on the left was a designer who had just joined the company and was wearing a large coat. His breath permeated around him, his face was tender and fair, very green and lovely.

After a brief exchange, Ning Yi knew that the other party's name was Zhuang Ruiming, who was one and a half years older than herself.

Zhuang Ruiming has a clear voice and is a bit talkative, but it is controlled to a level acceptable to others, and he is also an interesting person. Ning Yi and he are currently the best chatterers.

"Usually I don't like water groups. It's not like those water groups where people know each other as soon as they come and report their nicknames. Everyone gathers around and chats." Zhuang Ruiming looked at some arrogant and eloquent people, exuding lemon breath.

"I'm not a fan, so just watch the big guys talk about fashion trends and design dry goods. We have learned as much as them." Ning Yi comforted him.

Zhuang Ruiming just sighed casually, and didn't really feel jealous because of it, or he was narrow-minded. He quickly changed the subject and asked, "You know about the July International Design Competition, are you going to participate?"

Zhuang Ruiming has also learned about Ning Yi's situation. The threshold of jewelry design is not high, and the basic skills are all online, so there is nothing to worry about the original major.

It is not uncommon for some front-line production workers to eventually become first-class jewelry designers.

Ning Yi nodded, "Should participate."

Later, when the baby grows up, he will no longer have the energy to take care of these things. This will probably be the last competition he will participate in during his pregnancy.

Since he must participate, why not experience this kind of international competition, maybe it will bring him more growth.

Ning Yi has learned a good deal of English now, she can communicate verbally, she can understand some simple news in English, and she rarely needs to stop and listen carefully when watching brain-burning American dramas.

It should be said that for the Yu family—especially the royal family in the Yu family, language ability is something that can be easily learned and mastered without too much effort and effort.

This greatly facilitated Ning Yi's reading of English literature, so that she could learn various professional knowledge that she was interested in, including jewelry.

The dishes were served one by one, and the people around were talking or laughing.

At this moment--

"I'm sorry, we're late..." Two girls who were exquisitely dressed and showed no sign of rushing, and opened the door of the box leisurely, carrying expensive bags, said to everyone in an apologetic tone.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, and then Carat kindly greeted them to take their seats, "Sit down, we just haven't started yet."

Ning Yi didn't pay attention to them at first, until they sat in the vacant seat on her right and spoke to him because they didn't understand the situation, Ning Yi moved her eyes and looked at them kindly.

Before Ning Yi could speak, Zhuang Ruiming answered their questions first.

Chatting while eating, and Zhuang Ruiming's talkativeness, the few of them gradually chatted more and more.

The girl sitting next to Ning Yi nicknamed herself Maoyan, she wore a pink gauze dress, she wore a lot of makeup, she was very delicate and bright, while the girl on the right was nicknamed Xingguang, she looked sweet and had a high-pitched voice.

Most of the people in the group use their professional titles as nicknames.

When Ning Yi joined the group, she also changed her nickname—Huocai.

Fire is the colored light that reflects off the inside of a faceted gemstone.

Maoyan is relatively quiet, but he always looks at people with a bit of arrogance. His eyelashes are flickering with mascara, and his eyes are careless. "When I saw your nickname, I thought it would be a showy person."

But Ning Yi is dressed plain today, it depends on her mood.

Ning Yi didn't know the other party's habit of judging people based on their clothes and nicknames.

Xingguang added, "That's right, and I didn't expect you two to be so young, college students?"

Zhuang Ruiming replied: "I just started working, and I am no longer a college student."

Maoyan smiled slightly, showing disdain, "You're still a child."

Maoyan looks about 25 or [-] years old, exuding a mature atmosphere, which is probably the average age of the people present.

Ning Yi didn't plan to negotiate too much with those in their 30s at the beginning, because they might not be able to talk because of too many differences in ideas, as can be seen from his getting along with Fu Ruixiu.

And those who are older than them and have social experience tend to think less of college students, although there are also those who are willing to support the younger generation.

It is also because of this that Ning Yi and Zhuang Ruiming, two people of similar age, can get together.

Zhuang Ruiming's current company is also a leading large company, which is enough to prove that Zhuang Ruiming's level is definitely not bad.

Ning Yi didn't want to discuss the age of the two of them too much, and she didn't say a word about the nickname she made up out of nowhere, "You just talked about being gaudy, and I was just about to say..."

"What?" Cateye asked.

Ning Yi was a little embarrassed, and smiled innocently, "It may not be polite to say this, but since we are colleagues, it is purely for communication, and you don't need to pay too much attention to it."

Ning Yi finished the premise first, and said critically: "I think your pink gauze skirt and ruby ​​earrings don't match well today. If you change it to baroque decoration, I think it will be more colorful."

Zhuang Ruiming, whose nickname is Baroque, was named, raised his eyebrows, and agreed: "Indeed, this will make you look more youthful and energetic."

In gemology, baroque is appropriately used to subtly describe irregularly shaped pearls.

Hearing the words "young and energetic", Maoyan's complexion was not very good, but at least he maintained his superficial demeanor, and said with a smile: "Of course it's not just about clothes, this ruby ​​matches my skin tone better, and I have a lot of knowledge about matching." It's on."

Maoyan is also the daughter of an entrepreneur. She has a lot of knowledge and has seen many good things and big scenes, but she is not as good at aesthetics.

Ning Yi was trying to say that even so, the design style of this ruby ​​did not achieve the overall effect of coordinating tones, and it would only make people misplace the focus.

He doesn't like aggressive people, but Ning Yi just wants to subconsciously want to piss off the two girls who are overwhelmed by their age.

Xingguang suddenly said: "That's right, this ruby ​​matches cat's eye skin tone, and it was given by Mr. Fu. She likes it and wears it often."

With a provocative look, Xingguang deliberately increased the volume of keywords.

Maoyan glanced at her reproachfully, and explained to them shyly: "That's right."