Chapter 24 Make Me Wish, but You Are Not A God's Lamp

Ning Jing's words triggered all my negative emotions. We went to starbucks. We talked about it when we went to school and worked together. When we graduated and worked together, whoever made a lot of money invited him to drink starbucks. When I saw Ning Jing drawing on the roadside, I would definitely buy this cup.

After sitting down, my chatterbox was opened, and I told her about my sister.

Ning Jing spat out, "Damn it. Can't you give me a good word if you're dead or alive? It's making people crazy. These people are sick."

"Maybe there's something I don't want to know." I looked at the window, my eyes gradually empty.

She suddenly slapped me and gave me a fright. "Xiao Qing, did you mention Fu Jing? The president of the Fushijituan, Fu Jing?"

I nodded.

"I'll go." Her eyes widened. "Now that you've made a profit, I can't stand that sales job you did before. What kind of bullshit clients are you receiving? Isn't Fu Jing responsible for you? Let him change your job. I'll just ask you not to work."

I rolled my eyes. "Big sister, can you be realistic? He's not a philanthropist. Even if he has a little bit of guilt and responsibility for me because of my sister, I won't trade this for money. If he's really guilty, he should tell me the truth."

Ning Jing couldn't listen at all, could she? She talked about a bunch of ways to get benefits from Fu Jing.

In the end, I gave up talking to her about it and focused on her work. When it came to work, she became listless. "No one appreciates my painting. I don't even know if I should stick to it or go back to my hometown."

"Back home, you might be buried for the rest of your life. Well, I'll help you ask if you know how to draw." I held her hand and encouraged her.

I owe this to Ning Jing. I don't know when I can pay it back. I'll always remember to pay it back.

I've been thinking about it ever since I got back. When Jiang Miao asked me out to play, I told him about it.

"Do you know how to draw?" He pondered for a moment, as if he suddenly thought of something. "Hai Tang knew it. She went abroad for a few years to do painting, and then came back to hold several art exhibitions. All her friends in the circle went to promote them."

Who knows why it's Hai Tang...

The ten thousand mud horses in my heart were screaming to run, and I held them back. "Okay, I'll see if I can ask her later."

"Did you drink me last night?" Jiang Miao changed the subject.

I pointed to the outside. "Well, it's too late today. You had a hangover yesterday. Go back and rest now."

He smiled as we sat in the car, his body pressing down on me. "I'm afraid it's not my door, it's your door."

His face was not red, his heart was not beating. His face was much more than I expected. I cleared my throat. "I suddenly remembered that I still have some work to do. Let's go first."

I almost ran away, faster than a rabbit, and found my bag at the door? The key is still in the bag?!

I patted my head. Between finding Jiang Miao to deliver the key and finding fu jing to open the door, I chose to die.

Forget it, let's call Fu Jing. I called him and said I forgot my keys and couldn't get in. He said he knew and hung up. Not long after, Fu Jing came over with the key. I was squatting on the ground and couldn't get up immediately.

"Aren't you coming in yet?"

"I want to, but my feet are numb." I was still squatting, and without a word, he carried me through the door.

I sat down on the sofa after a while of confusion. My numbness had passed and I suddenly felt a little awkward. "Oh, right, Hai Tang is a painter?"

He grunted.

"Can you ask her to help me look at my friend's paintings?" I braced myself for a convenience.

Fu jing took off his coat, took a bottle of water and drank it himself, just like at home. "You can try it if it's convenient or not."

I curled my lips, which means he didn't want to help. I was just about to turn around and think for myself when he said, "Hai Tang is going to hold an art exhibition soon."

As soon as my eyes lit up, I called her and said that my relationship with her was awkward, but for Ning Jing, I had to try every opportunity, who made me owe her.

I didn't expect that as soon as I mentioned it, Hai Tang generously asked my friend to show her the painting. I was very happy and thought it was an opportunity to hang up and share the good news with Ning Jing.

Ning Jing was even crazier than I was, and all the voices were laughing.

I was in an inexplicable good mood after settling a problem. I even changed my attitude towards Fu Jing. "Fu Boss, have you eaten yet? I didn't eat anything in the fridge. You cooked it and brought me along."

He looked at me, and I rubbed my face as if there were no dirt on it. Actually, I pretended to be dumb with him on purpose. Anyway, he was a good cook.

Fu jing rolled up his sleeves and was busy in the kitchen. While I was watching, I secretly took two photos from my phone and saved them. Suddenly, I remembered the red mark on my neck. I immediately went back to my room and changed into a low-necked dress, revealing my neck.

During dinner, I deliberately ignored him and pretended not to care.

"Where did the red mark on your neck come from?" He asked.

I was surprised that he had the nerve to ask me where I came from. I pretended to be serious and thought about it. "Someone pinched me like crazy the other day. I just finished sleeping and gave me a unique collar."

I mocked him on purpose. He put down his chopsticks and stood up to leave the table. I didn't care about him and continued eating. He wasn't something I could care about anyway, so I just tried not to care about him.

Who knew he didn't know where to find a bottle of medicinal oil, poured it on my neck and rubbed it. Although it smelled bad, it was completely covered by his breath.

I looked at his face, and suddenly my nose ached. "You obviously don't love me, but you still want to tease me."

He glanced at me and continued rubbing. "Who said he doesn't love you anymore?"

My heart trembled at his words, not the ecstasy, the heart that missed half a beat had long been suppressed by reason, "You love me, what can you give me? A one-night stand still keeps me."

He withdrew his hand and sat down in front of me, looking at me seriously. "What do you want?"

My breath suddenly stopped and I replied uneasily, "Do you promise me anything I want?"

"No, I can't help but give it to you. I can do anything else." What he meant by that was marriage. I laughed so hard that tears fell from my eyes.

"Fu Jing, this is the first time I've ever seen a man who acts like a hooligan." I wiped away my tears. "Okay, then I'll ask you something else. I want..."