Chapter 40 Coaxed
After hanging up the phone angrily, Ning Che fell back on the bed, closing his eyes to wake himself up.
After being disturbed by Fu Chengyun, he lost most of his sleepiness. Without Fu Chengyun's cedar scent, he always felt uneasy when he fell asleep alone.
Ning Che simply started playing with his phone, sliding his fingers across the screen, quickly flipping through the messages sent to him by Fu Chengyun.
Hundreds of words were written with a thousand twists and turns in attitude and tone, and finally it all ended with the sound of "baby".
He chuckled.
If this is what love is, then this is really troublesome. People who stick around all day will never have a rest.
In addition to Fu Chengyun's dozen messages in the conversation list, there was also a dialog box with a red dot.
It was a message from Chen He.
The message briefly talked about the follow-up of the resolution of Jiaer's campus violence incident, and also mentioned Fu Chengyun's signature.
Ning Che simply replied with an 'Oh'.
He didn't quite understand the workings of the world, and was particularly troubled by the various agreements issued. In his view, certificates, agreements, and contracts were all empty talk; only real action could truly intimidate.
But merchant families like Chen He and the Fu family have too many twists and turns in their minds.
He was not in a position to judge, so he did not express his opinion. Besides, Fu Chengyun was able to manage such a large group by himself, so how could he not handle such a small matter?
Ning Che didn't want to dwell on this matter. He just asked about Jiaer's recovery from her broken arm, gave her a few instructions, then exited the interface and clicked on another app.
Ever since he got this small iron box, he has been even more impressed by the level of advancement in this world.
With just a small cube in hand, you can know everything without leaving home.
In their world, it would be a perfect magical instrument! Maybe even Bai Xiaosheng would have to step down and let someone else take over.
Especially the weather forecast function.
Twenty years ago, they usually had to observe the sky at night, guessing and guessing for most of the night before they could even get a rough idea of the next day's weather. Often, halfway through a mission, the weather would turn sour and it would start to rain heavily.
No matter how powerful he is, he can't avoid becoming a drowned chicken covered in mud.
Ning Che clicked on the weather interface and carefully identified the icons and simplified Chinese characters.
It will be sunny today, but it will start to rain around 7pm.
Grandpa Li wouldn't ask him to deliver umbrellas again, would he?!
He tapped his fingers on the screen, calculating the time. Fu Chengyun had been back before seven these days, so he shouldn't have gotten caught in the rain.
Escaped.
He felt as if he had escaped a disaster by luck, and his bad mood disappeared without a trace.
It was so fun to get up early and lie on the bed playing with his phone that Ning Che completely forgot about having breakfast.
He turned over and slowly moved to the headboard and leaned against it.
The blackout curtains could block out most of the sunlight but they couldn't block the birds singing in the early morning, their voices were clear and melodious. Ning Che grabbed a pillow and hugged it in his arms, resting the bottom of his phone on the pillow, scrolling through it boredly.
What a waste of time, he thought as he brushed his brush.
His plan to establish a demonic cult has been delayed again and again, and he doesn't know when it will be able to get on track.
Just as he was daydreaming, his cell phone suddenly rang, instantly bringing him back to reality.
The voice in the receiver was hoarse and rough.
"Ning Che, are you home?"
"Liz?" He raised the phone to his eyes and looked at it again and again. The number was definitely hers.
But it doesn't sound like a little girl's voice at all.
Did they scream too loudly when they met last night?
"Hmm!" She said again, this time her voice was not only hoarse, but also had a hint of crying.
"I'll come find you."
Before Ning Che could answer, a busy tone came from the other end of the phone.
Ning Che held his phone in a daze, what was going on?
Since he had guests coming, he couldn't stay in bed any longer. So he quickly got out of bed, put on his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up.
His long hair was in the way, so he wanted to find a leather rope to tie it up.
On the shelf below the mirror, rows of hair ties were neatly arranged. Ning She took a quick look and paused in mid-air.
Hair accessories are arranged on shelves by color, in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, in a wide variety of colors and styles. But they are all made of pure silk, reflecting a lustrous luster under the warm yellow overhead light.
He was satisfied with the material, but the color and style...
He couldn't help but twitch his lips. What a bad taste Fu Chengyun has!
But then he thought again, Fu Chengyun didn't have long hair, so he didn't need such things at all. It seemed that he had prepared these specially for himself.
It's rare that he has such a heart.
Ning Che looked at him a few more times out of kindness.
The organza hairband is in dead Barbie pink and is topped with a huge gauze bow.
A few irregularly shaped emeralds were riveted on the satin hairband, the color of rancid lake water.
There is a little bear head hanging on the fluorescent vulgar yellow plush hairband.
His eyes stayed on these dazzling colors for a few seconds, and he couldn't help but look away.
The colors are vulgar and the styles are complicated.
Could Fu Chengyun be a pervert?
Ning Che didn't hesitate and picked the simplest style.
She wore a dark red tasseled hairband, pulled her long hair to one side with both hands, and tied it into a loose low ponytail over her shoulder. After a quick wash, she went downstairs.
Butler Li was sitting on the sofa in the living room. When he saw him appear at the door, he greeted him immediately with a smile.
"Xiao Che, let's go downstairs and eat."
"Grandpa, why are you in such a good mood so early in the morning?" Ning Che came to the dining table, took a quick look and couldn't take his eyes off it.
The bird's nest is crystal clear in the milky white coconut milk, the strawberry jam is bright red and attractive, and the rich milky aroma of the bread wafts into your nose, making you unable to resist salivating.
With a big smile on his face, he acted coquettishly towards Butler Li. "Grandpa always makes my favorite food when he's in a good mood. From now on, I'll make you happy every day."
Butler Li walked up behind him, stroked his head with his aged hand, and smiled kindly. "As long as you two don't quarrel and live a good life, Grandpa will be in a good mood every day."
He took the cutlery and handed it to Ning Che, "Cheng Yun knows you prefer sweet taste, so he asked me to prepare it this morning."
"Oh," Ning She said, stirring the bird's nest with a spoon, his head lowered to hide the faint smile on his face. "No wonder you keep urging me to get up and eat. Are you trying to take credit for it?"
He picked up his phone from the table, took a picture of breakfast and sent it to Fu Chengyun.
Ning Che: You ate it, do you keep your word?
Fu Chengyun replied immediately: My dear, you are so good. Remember to bring a bodyguard with you when you go out. Expression: Kiss
Ning Che: Expression: Cold eyes
Fu Chengyun: Baby, you are so humorous.
If we keep talking, I'm afraid we won't be able to eat this meal. It's too greasy. Ning Che decisively turned off the screen, picked up the spoon and devoured it.
The bird's nest is soft and elastic, melting in your mouth, and the coconut milk is sweet, evenly covering every inch of your taste buds.
Ning Che ate spoonful after spoonful and couldn't stop at all.
Just as I was about to take the last spoonful, the doorbell rang.
The aunt went to open the door and was startled by the person outside.
Lizzie stood at the door like a refugee who had been wandering for a long time.
Her beautiful wavy hair was so messy it looked like a nest, and her face was covered in black and white traces of tear marks from makeup. Her lipstick was smudged across her chin, leaving it all red. She was wearing the purple and blue butterfly-patterned tulle dress she had asked Ning Che to pick out that day.
The gauze cape was wrinkled like an old newspaper, and her snow-white skin was faintly visible under the gauze, but it no longer had the radiance of the day.
His face was ashen, as if he was about to cry at any second.
Those who didn't know her would think she had just been involved in a dangerous robbery or had a very fierce hair-pulling fight with someone.
The morning light was just right, shining golden light on her from behind, casting a long shadow on the porch.
Both the shadow and its owner were hunched over, looking even more dejected and depressed as they moved their bodies in the bright and vibrant morning light.
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