I dressed as a black lotus goddess

Chapter 132 Not for business, but for you

Not to mention, she is still very cute when she looks like a little daughter.

With soft and fluffy hair, lying on the sofa makes one feel soft-hearted.

Feng Xian's expression was sweet and spoiled for a moment, and then his eyes quickly focused on the table that the camera just swept over.

He felt as if he had vaguely seen something unnutritive.

"Zheng Ling."

"Mr. Feng." Zheng Ling still had a smile on his face.

Feng Xian directed her to move the phone to the left, Zheng Ling didn't know what Feng Xian meant at first, and asked while moving the camera: "Did you see something?"

Until the table and the purple instant noodle bucket on the table were completely out of the country, Feng Xian frowned, "You didn't eat dinner?"

"Forehead……"

"How do you eat instant noodles?" Mr. Feng doesn't like Zheng Ling eating these. "I heard from Tong Xiaoyue that you are in Xiangling's class, why don't you eat it in the company cafeteria?"

"..."

How to say this?
Do you want to say that when you came back, you pressed the elevator directly, and you were already downstairs, and you didn't bother to go upstairs to the cafeteria to eat (the food in the cafeteria is not peerless and delicious anyway).

Going home arrogantly, I felt that I could make a table of delicious food with the ingredients in the refrigerator, but an hour passed...

It is probably because the tongue has been spoiled, and I can't eat the food I cooked at all.

Going around, I ordered this, and I was too lazy to order takeaway, so I made instant noodles?

This is too shameless.

She refrained from speaking.

Feng Xian looked at her expression, and in an instant, his cousin Zhou Zhou stole candy and ate his teeth, but was taught by his aunt to keep his head down and hold back.

Perhaps, this is the common problem of children.

I always like to eat strange and unnutritious things to satisfy my curiosity.

Feng Xian sighed slightly. It's hard to say that Zheng Ling is too much, so he only said in the tone of an old father: "The variety show you participated in recently, you exercised a lot, and you need to eat more nutritious food."

"Have you eaten anything on the table?"

Zheng Ling shook his head, before he could speak.

"Then don't eat it." After Feng Xian finished speaking, he cut off the video, clicked on Chen Tezhu's WeChat, and sent him a message.

Then she turned to Zheng Ling, her voice was not gentle, but her words were caring and her eyes were doting, "Someone will bring you food later."

"Splendid home."

"Although it's night, don't be afraid of getting fat."

Splendid home!

Zheng Ling moved slightly, and then was very curious, "When I went there before, didn't it say that Jinxiu Homeland closed at six o'clock, and is it still open for delivery?"

"I shouldn't be in business anymore, but I can do business for you." At this moment, Feng Xian showed his domineering president, "Because, I am the boss."

Zheng Ling: ...

Sorry to bother you.

The long-distance video is separated by a cold screen. Although the sound quality of the phone is very good, it seems that it can release all of her voice, but after all, there is a layer of separation.

Not warm and intuitive enough.

Feng Xian felt it was a pity, and skipped the topic of work, Zheng Ling said that it was snowing in Yanjing.

"Mr. Feng, I heard that it is rainy in the capital city and the wind is very cold. It is too late now, so you should go back to your resting place early to keep warm."

"Well, I will."

While entertaining the second generations, Xu Yuzhong watched the movement of Feng Xian on the balcony.

He originally thought that his friend should be sipping fine wine, but when he looked up, this scene seemed a bit wrong.

My friend's favorite wine is still on the table, only a little bit missing, and the only thing missing seems to be still in the goblet on the wine table.

(End of this chapter)