Yan Ge's voice was not big or small, and it just fell into Ning Jin's ear.

This woman!

She also knows her husband is used to sleep?

She didn't reflect on how many times she slept.

The sleep function is not fully developed. She wants to develop something else?

Is there some logic common sense?

He was angry and angry, and his heart was a little bit aggrieved, a kind of injustice that could not be explained.

Xu is the reason for the emotions in his heart. The more indifferent his face is, the more the voice is no emotion.

He asked, "How can I help you?"

Speaking loudly, he was drinking porridge, a spoonful of spoonful, and quickly drank the porridge, and then took a fork to fork the cake, looked down, and realized that his cake had become a pile of pieces.

She simply dropped the fork and said indignantly, "No more food, I'm going to work."

When I got up, I had to go, but I walked a few steps, then turned around and said, "I didn't drive back yesterday. You gave me the keys to the car. I will drive your car to work today."

Ning Jin said nothing and continued to eat her breakfast.

Yan Ge sat angrily on the sofa, turned on the TV, and kept changing channels.

After Ning Jin finished eating, she sat next to her, probably because he was full. His voice eased a lot, revealing a little helplessness: "How do you think I can help you?"

Yan Song pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Ning Jin: "Do you believe me?"

Songs still do not speak.

Ning Jin sighed: "Xinxin, are you sure, the company your father left for you to let me in?"

Yan Ge looked at him with blank eyes: "I can't help it, I'm really not this stuff. You say, what should I do?"

Ning Jin: "Xinxin, I can help you, but you have to determine first, how do you want me to help you, find a CEO who can manage the company, or can I teach you?"

The words went down, and they didn't speak again.

Ning Jin took a bumper car all night last night. Where did she dare to let her drive? He said, "Are you going to the company today? I'll send you?"

Yan Ge nodded.

He drives a lot more securely than Yan Song, but in order to lead by example, he adjusts the speed slowly.

Yan Ge's buttocks moved left and right, watching a car that overtook them and finally couldn't help but remind him: "How do you drive so slowly? Gasoline, you."

Ning Jin glanced at her: "Slow down to be steady."

Yange said indignantly, "If you keep going so slowly, I will grab the steering wheel."

Ning Jin laughed.

Yan Ge tilted his head to look at him, looked at him, and said softly, "Ning Jin, you met with me when you first met, how did you decide?"

It seemed that she had also asked this question the night they got married.

How he responded at that time were smart people, each taking what he needed.

But now, I don't want to say this.

Yan Ge asked: "Ning Jin, am I the type of girl you like?"

Ning Jin's fingers trembled.

He didn't answer, and Yan Ge didn't continue to question, she sighed long, leaned her head on the back of the chair, and closed her eyes.

Ning Jin's heart was hanged by her sigh, and she wanted to speak, but she didn't know where to start, she could only keep silent.

After sending the song to the company, Ning Jin sat in the underground garage for a long time before going to his company. He had a restless mood all day, and what he did was a state of soul travel.

Several times he opened her communication method and wanted to call her to ask, but he moved his finger on it several times, and eventually did not press it out.