Chapter 1135 Assistant Zhang under a lot of pressure
Fu Jingting frowned and immediately looked at Assistant Zhang outside the door with disgust.
Assistant Zhang's mouth twitched.
What's going on? Mr. Fu's eyes seemed to say he was a fool.
Did he guess wrong somewhere?
Just as he was thinking about it, Assistant Zhang suddenly saw something.
I saw that at the collar of Fu Jingting's slightly open nightgown, and on the exposed neck, there were traces of being bitten and scratched by fingernails.
Assistant Zhang, who had never eaten pork but had seen pigs running around, immediately understood where the marks on Fu Jingting's neck came from and what they meant.
Suddenly his handsome face became embarrassed.
The cat was caught.
Obviously, the cat Mr. Fu mentioned was not a real cat, but a human being.
As for who that person is, it is self-evident. Who else could it be besides Miss Rong?
In other words, Mr. Fu and Miss Rong may have experienced something again in the morning, and Mr. Fu felt very satisfied. When he opened the door with satisfaction, he had a smile on his face.
From this point of view, Mr. Fu's smile was not directed at him, but because he had just finished talking to Miss Rong Wen. Before he could put away the smile on his face, he saw Mr. Fu smiling.
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And what's embarrassing is that he thought Mr. Fu's smile was directed at him and that he was happy to see him here.
Did he just say, how is this possible!
Fortunately, fortunately, he didn't look very moved at the time, otherwise he would have been embarrassed.
Assistant Zhang thought with a look of shame on his face.
Then, he heard Fu Jingting ask in a cold voice: "What are you doing here?"
Assistant Zhang looked up and saw that the smile on Fu Jingting's face had disappeared, replaced by a look of coldness and impatience.
It was exactly the same as when I came to see him by myself.
Sure enough, this is the treatment that his subordinate should enjoy.
Everything that happened just now was due to him overthinking.
Assistant Zhang laughed inwardly, but pushed up his glasses respectfully, and replied seriously: "Mr. Fu, you forgot, you told me yesterday that you asked me to drive the car over this morning and bring breakfast by the way.
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After that, he handed the bag in his hand to Fu Jingting.
Fu Jingting raised his eyebrows, obviously just then he remembered that this was indeed the case.
After reaching out to take the breakfast, Fu Jingting was about to drive people away.
There were footsteps behind me.
It was Rong Shu who changed her clothes and came out of the room, came to stand behind Fu Jingting, looked at Assistant Zhang outside the door, and smiled at him, "Good morning, Assistant Zhang."
"Good morning, Miss Rong." Assistant Zhang smiled back.
Rong Shu took Fu Jingting's arm and asked, "Has Assistant Zhang had breakfast? If not, let's come in and have some together."
As soon as these words came out, Fu Jingting's eyes suddenly narrowed and he looked dangerously at Assistant Zhang outside the door.
If you dare to say you haven't eaten, I will make you look good.
Fu Jingting's secret work was not seen by Rong Shu except for Assistant Zhang opposite Fu Jingting who was only slightly shorter than Fu Jingting.
So Rong Shu didn't know that her words had aroused a lot of hatred for Assistant Zhang.
But Assistant Zhang knew it, and the smile on his face became extremely forced. There was even sweat on his forehead, and he smiled bitterly in his heart.
Miss Rong, Miss Rong, do you know that you have caused me misery?
Although Assistant Zhang knew that Rong Shu didn't mean anything else by asking, it was just out of politeness, and he didn't know how Fu Jingting would be displeased.
But he is really under great pressure right now.
Mr. Fu looked at him as if he were looking at the enemy who killed his father.
As for what?
Wasn't it Miss Rong who invited him to have dinner together?
It was as if he had robbed Miss Rong.
Assistant Zhang glanced at Fu Jingting quietly out of the corner of his eye, looked at Fu Jingting's increasingly darker face, and then looked at Rong Shu's smiling face. He sighed inwardly, then managed to maintain a smile and replied: "No, Miss Rong, I
You've had breakfast, you and Mr. Fu can eat it and don't worry about me."
With his answer like this, Mr. Fu should no longer look at him like a cross-eyed person, right?
Thinking about it, Assistant Zhang secretly looked at Fu Jingting out of the corner of his eye again.
Sure enough, I saw Fu Jingting's face improved a lot, not as dark as before.
Suddenly, Assistant Zhang felt relieved.
Rong Shu still didn't notice the back and forth between the two men. When she heard Assistant Zhang's refusal, she was not surprised at all.
If Assistant Zhang didn't refuse, she would actually be really surprised.
"Since you, Assistant Zhang, have already eaten, I won't force you." Rong Shu said, brushing the hair beside her ears.
Assistant Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, "But I still want to thank you, Miss Rong, for the invitation. Okay, Miss Rong, I won't disturb you and Mr. Fu's meal. I'll wait for you in the parking lot now."
"Walk slowly." Rong Shu nodded with a smile.
Assistant Zhang glanced at Fu Jingting again, and this time saw that Fu Jingting's face had completely recovered, so he was completely relieved and turned around to leave.
After Assistant Zhang left, Rong Shu closed the door, took the man's arm and returned to the living room. As she walked, she said, "I don't know if it was my imagination just now. I felt that Assistant Zhang was afraid of something. Did you feel it?"
She looked up at the man's handsome profile.
The man's eyes flashed. Of course, it was impossible to admit that Zhang Cheng was afraid of him just now. He coughed lightly against his lips and replied calmly, "No, I didn't feel anything."
Rong Shu didn't think too much and nodded, "It seems that I felt wrong. Forget it, don't worry about it. Let's have breakfast first. I'm a little hungry."
Fu Jingting hummed, put the breakfast bag on the dining table, and pulled out the chair for her.
After she sat down, she opened the bag and placed the breakfast inside one by one.
After breakfast, it was already past eight o'clock.
Fu Jingting held Rong Shu's hand and walked out of the apartment, entered the elevator, and came to the parking lot.
But just behind the parking lot, Fu Jingting suddenly stopped.
Rong Shu looked back at him, "What's wrong? Why don't you leave?"
Fu Jingting let go of her hand and rubbed his temples, "I left the USB flash drive that I copied the information in the study last night and forgot to pick it up. You go wait for me in the car and I'll get the USB flash drive."
"Okay, then go ahead." Rong Shu nodded slightly and agreed.
Fu Jingting turned around and entered the elevator in the parking lot again and went upstairs.
Rong Shu looked around, saw Fu Jingting's car, and walked towards it.
As soon as they approached, the car door opened. Assistant Zhang got down from the driver's seat and opened the back seat door for Rong Shu, "Miss Rong, please get in the car."
"Thank you." Rong Shu smiled at him, bent down and got into the car.
Assistant Zhang closed the back seat door and returned to the driver's seat.
As soon as she sat down, she heard Rong Shu's voice from the back seat, "Assistant Zhang, I want to ask you something."
Assistant Zhang turned back, "Miss Rong wants to ask you something, but it doesn't matter. I will tell you everything I can."
Rong Shu smiled and said, "Okay, I won't give in. I want to know what you told Jing Ting last night and why Jing Ting felt a little weird after he came back. I asked him and he also
If you refuse to tell me, did something happen to Mr. Fu?"
"This..." Assistant Zhang hesitated.
He never expected that the question Rong Shu asked was actually this.
This left him not knowing how to answer.
Rong Shu looked at Assistant Zhang and pursed her red lips, "What? Is it difficult to answer?"
"No..." Assistant Zhang scratched his head.
Rong Shu continued to stare at him, "Then why didn't you answer? Is it something related to Fu's secrets? If so, you can just pretend that I didn't ask. It doesn't matter."
