No one asked who Jing Zeheng wanted to hide the jewel.

The focus today is not on him, but on Chen Fanyin.

But the heroine is sleeping with her head covering now, and no one can call her but she can't drag her out of bed.

"I'm not hungry, I won't eat anymore, my shoulder hurts..."

Eight words make people speechless.

She was injured and no one could bear to pull her out of the bed.

Shen Xin apologized: "I'm so sorry, Yinyin is really uncomfortable today."

"It's okay, the days are still long, and it's the same next time I see you." Mrs. Luo said.

Jing Zeheng listened to their words and a chuckled at the corner of his mouth.

Maybe you can see it next time, but want to do it?

He glanced at Luo Jing, very sure-

This kid could not have taken Chen Fanyin to the Civil Affairs Bureau by drinking Mengpo soup ten times.

The night is getting darker, the snowflakes are flying, and the noise of the day is hidden.

The huge house is brightly lit, facing the colorful Qinghu Lake, which is as beautiful as it is in the world.

Chen Fanyin wore a nightgown and opened the refrigerator.

"Hungry?"

A smirk suddenly came from behind, which scared her to shake her hands and almost smashed the small cake she had just taken to the ground.

She patted her heart lightly and looked at Jing Zeheng who was standing behind her sadly: "Brother, I almost pulled out my ancestral peach wood sword."

Jing Zeheng walked up with a chuckling, took the cake box dyed with white mist in her hand, and stuffed it back into the refrigerator.

"It's too late, don't eat so cold, it's bad for the stomach." He said, holding the refrigerator door with one hand and taking out a few vegetables from it with the other.

His arms were spread out, as if he had put Shen Fanyin in his arms.

Chen Fanyin looked at the ingredients in his hand, and it was obvious that he could not stuff it directly into his mouth.

She said: "Brother, it is necessary to explain that the best rice I cook is instant noodles."

What he took was beyond the scope.

Jing Zeheng looked down at her and put the vegetables in her hands: "You don't need to do it, go, put it on the cooking table."

He lifted his arm and gave her a way out.

Chen Fanyin was stunned and quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay, there's no need to be such a trouble, I just need to take a bite."

She habitually didn't want to bother him, but he said, "I'm hungry, too."

"oh."

Chen Fanyin put the vegetables in place and thought for a while, and felt that she could still do the washing of vegetables.

Before she could roll up her sleeves, Jing Zeheng robbed her of the position.

"Sit down." He raised his chin to the high chair next to the bar, "Can you cook a bowl of noodles?"

"I can do it." Chen Fanyin didn't leave, and looked at him and said, "I can help."

Jing Zeheng took the apron and tied it, looking like a good man at home: "No need, you can rest."

As he spoke, he cleaned the vegetables neatly. Before Chen Fanyin could come up with a reason to help, the cutting board had already made a "tuk-tuk" sound of cutting vegetables.

He cut vegetables neatly and simply, and the size of the vegetables he cut was consistently sized as if he was measured with a ruler.

Chen Fanyin looked at him and had to admit-

Her brother's appearance is really good, and the kitchen knife is like a Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hands.

She couldn't help asking: "Brother, why haven't the girl you like promised to be with you yet?"

The sound of cutting vegetables was slightly slapped, and Jing Zeheng looked up at her and replied, "She is too unintentional, and she doesn't even know that I like her."

Chen Fanyin thought for a while and asked, "Brother, I'm sorry... If you didn't love me too implicitly, wouldn't your sister-in-law's emotional intelligence be a bit problematic?"

She really rarely sympathizes with men. Jing Yao is the first one and Jing Zeheng is the second one.

I sympathize with Jing Yao because she has been poisoned by Ms. Chen for more than 20 years and has a deep understanding of Ms. Chen’s difficulty;

But sympathy for Jing Zeheng...that is tangible sympathy!

He is such a decathlon-like pride, with no fault of character and a warm person, but his love path is bumpy.

Where can I reason about this?

Facing Chen Fanyin's incomprehensible expression, Jing Zeheng looked at her with complicated eyes: "There are both."

Responsibility must not only be for children, he must also have it.

He continued while peeling the shrimps: "She is eight years younger than me. She was afraid of affecting her studies before and didn't dare to disturb her too much. She just wanted to let her study hard, but forgot to teach her how to fall in love. It was my responsibility."

His words were very suggestive.

But the person who was hinted didn't notice it: "Eight years younger than you? Alas, that's as old as me."

Jing Zeheng looked at her.

She sat in a high chair with her hands on her cheeks and listened to his story very carefully.

“…”

Very smart, but unfortunately, I will crash when I encounter emotional problems.

He sighed silently, put away his suggestive heart, and focused on cooking noodles for her.

Soon, a bowl of shrimp noodles with tomatoes sprinkled with chopped green onions was placed in front of Chen Fanyin.

He also served a bowl himself and sat beside her.

Handing her the chopsticks, he said, “Try it.”

"Yeah, thank you brother."

Chen Fanyin picked up the noodles and took a bite, and then his sympathy for Jing Zeheng became even stronger.

On this side, the chef of Qingshanju has to learn from his master after tasting it.

Poor her brother is proficient in martial arts, is that girl blind?

"It's delicious." Chen Fanyin praised it first, and then buried her head in eating noodles.

Jing Zeheng smiled, and he said to her while eating: "Wu Jun's case has not been investigated yet, and the police are not suitable to clarify it, but the public opinion has been suppressed, so don't worry."

"Yeah." Chen Fanyin responded vaguely, swallowed the face in his mouth before saying, "I've read Weibo."

She had woken up long ago, but she didn't go downstairs because she was worried that she would be nagged by Ms. Chen.

In fact, it is not just Weibo, but the social platforms are peaceful and the insults are gone, and the identity of her victim is as stable as a flagpole.

Chen Fanyin took a sip of the soup and couldn't help asking: "Brother, is this your company's ability to public relations?"

The incident only took a few hours, but the direction of public opinion changed so quickly, faster than any previous reversal of her eating melons online.

It is not only fast, but also very stable. The clarification announcement is well organized and well-founded, and there is no room for the other party to fight back.

"In fact, the best solution is to remove all related news within three minutes," Jing Zeheng replied, "But I know it a little late. Removing the hot search will only have a negative effect. I can only use a lot of speech to bring public opinion to the right track."

After a pause, he said: "In the future, your account attention will continue to increase. There are pros and cons of this matter, so you have to be careful."

"Hmm?" Chen Fanyin was a little confused, "I heard from Sister Luo Ning's meaning. It's nothing wrong with high attention, right?"

For her, these social platforms are just for watching the fun when she is bored. She knows nothing about the fan operation and personal marketing.

It is rare to see her confused appearance, and Jing Zeheng's eyes are even more gentle.

He said: "Don't believe Luo Ning's words, she is still wandering outside the door. If you want to learn, I will ask the deputy director of the Public Relations Department to teach you personally in my company later."

Chen Fanyin's eyes lit up, but hesitated: "Will this disturb your work?"

"No." Jing Zeheng said, "As long as the company has no public opinion problems, the public relations department is the most idle. You can come at any time and I will make arrangements for you."

"Thanks……"

"I've said less thank you," Jing Zeheng glared back at the rest of her words, "Don't make any more speeches lately, keep a low profile."

"good."

Jing Zeheng saw her eating noodles happily, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The child still doesn't know what serious consequences will be for her too high attention. At least in the international wedding design competition she wants to participate in, she will not be treated fairly.

He was still thinking about whether to tell her this situation now, but his thoughts were interrupted by Qi Yan's phone call.

"Brother, come to Yungui Bar and find you if you have something to do."
Chapter completed!