Chapter 920

Ning Xin was asked by Mu Yufeng, and quickly recovered, "No, I'm fine. Mu Yufeng, don't worry."

"Well, it's fine." Mu Yufeng couldn't find a topic. He didn't communicate much with Ning Xin this year. Firstly, there was no topic, and secondly, he always felt that this sister-in-law was not quite like the one he knew at the beginning, something was wrong.

"By the way, what do you want to shoot today?" Ning Xin looked at Qin Ning, she didn't want to be embarrassed.

Qin Ning looked back at Zhang Jing, Zhang Jing smiled and said, "Our president said that Madam can shoot whatever she likes. There is no clear goal."

"That's it. Your President Duanmu really dotes on his wife." Ning Xin smiled, not envious, but rather ulterior motives.

"Yes, our president is very kind to Madam." Zhang Jing replied politely.

Qin Ning didn't know what was wrong with her. Seeing Ning Xin like this, she always felt unfamiliar. She coughed subconsciously, as if she was very uncomfortable.

"Ma'am, do you have a sore throat? Wait a moment, I'll pour water for you right away. Huh?" Zhang Jing said, taking out the Qin Ning special cup she brought.

This was Duanmu Changfeng's arrangement, fearing that others would poison Qin Ning.

"Pfft, you still bring your own cups." Ning Xin glanced at the seemingly regular cup in Zhang Jing's hand, and smiled softly.

It was the first time Zhang Jing had heard of this cup. She took a deep look at Ning Xin and said in a cool tone, "Our president is afraid that my wife will be drugged."

After saying that, Zhang Jing turned and went to the staff.

Ning Xin looked at Zhang Jing's back, then looked at Qin Ning, and felt an indescribable envy. She was afraid of being drugged, so she was so careful with her?

Come to think of it, Mu Yucheng didn't treat her that well.

"No wonder they often talk about your husband and wife. It's really enviable. Mrs. Duanmu, you are so happy." Ning Xin reached out to grab Qin Ning's hand.

Qin Ning lowered her eyes and noticed the mole on the back of Ning Xin's hand. She used to have such a mole, but the last time she was injured, the mole disappeared. She asked someone to tattoo a little butterfly on the back of her hand.

Ning Xin just saw her tattoo, and Ning Xin touched the butterfly curiously, "What a beautiful tattoo. Mrs. Duanmu, why do you want to tattoo a butterfly on the back of your hand?"

Qin Ning took a deep breath and swallowed, "I like it."

Two words, the voice is not loud. But like a feather, it brushes over people's hearts.

Mu Yucheng's eyes fell on the back of Qin Ning's hand, that butterfly was very beautiful. Before getting a tattoo, what was on it? Mu Yucheng couldn't help being curious.

"Actually, I quite like this kind of butterfly. It's just that my husband likes the mole on the back of my hand more. Look, isn't the shape very special? No one can replace my mole." Ning Xin was hinting at Mu Yucheng. , Never doubt her identity.

Qin Ning was fine just now, but now her throat is indeed uncomfortable. She rubbed her neck and turned to look for Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing, who has always been efficient in her work, has already brought water, "Madam, I added purified water, and the temperature is just right now. This is the medicine left by the previous president. You take the medicine first."

Qin Ning nodded, and took the pill under the watchful eyes of Brother Mu Yucheng.

"Are you feeling better now?" Zhang Jing asked.

Qin Ning hummed softly, yes, with medicine, she will feel better.

Noticing that Mu Yucheng's eyes were also on Qin Ning, Ning Xin quickly took his arm, "Honey, let's go dance."