MTL - Return of the Goddess-Chapter 51

Originally, the news of local tyrants' romantic proposal can only make netizens look more often when they are bored, but suddenly someone jumped out and said that the female artist was proposing, and the crowd of curious onlookers increased.

Some reporters who have a good relationship with the entertainment company call the insiders to check the news, but the result for everyone is unclear.

In addition to the two figures in the photo, they are bright lights, making it impossible to determine which neighborhood this is based on the architectural style. There are news sites that send reporters to major high-end communities to inquire about the news, but still find nothing.

When Ningxi got up in the morning and smelled the smell of fried eggs in the room, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, came to the kitchen to take a look, always turned her sleeves back to her, and skillfully fried eggs.

Leaning against the door frame, she smelled a faint scent, and suddenly felt that the moment was extraordinarily charming.

With wide shoulders, narrow waists and long legs, he is handsome, handsome, and golden, and he is willing to cook for her. He is a very good man.

Fortunately ... she didn't miss it.

"Are you awake?" Always put the fried eggs on a plate and turned around to see Ningxi standing at the door, then smiled, "I'm going to knock on your door."

"Good morning, I didn't expect you to cook," Ningxi sucked his nose, then took out the cutlery in the cupboard. "Did you sleep well last night?"

The grand president of Chang's, she was arranged to sleep on the sofa.

"I didn't sleep well," he often put the plate on the table, smiled helplessly at Ningxi, "maybe too happy."

Take out the jam and milk from the refrigerator and put it on the table. Ningxi always sat down beside him. "I thought you couldn't sleep on the sofa."

It's strange to be so comfortable when you sleep so narrow on a one-meter-eight-foot figure.

"I can live in the same room with you, so I can sleep on the floor," he always opened the milk carton, poured Ningxi a glass of milk, and pushed it in front of her. "And the sofa here is soft and you sleep well Comfortable. "

"You praise the company to me?" Ningxi took a sip of milk. "The next time you come here, I'll let you sleep on the floor."

He always smiles with his eyes full of petting: "Okay."

Ning Xi couldn't help but laugh out loud, then took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the fried egg that hadn't moved, and posted it on Weibo.

Ningxi v: Good morning everyone, today's breakfast is very healthy. [Picture] As soon as Weibo was sent out, someone immediately liked the comment. Many fans said that the fried eggs made by Kuanningxi looked very appetizing, and that they wanted to see her photos.

When fans saw her comment on her cooking skills, Ning Xi laughed a little, put down her phone and always return to the road: "Everyone is bragging about my beautiful fried eggs."

Always return to milk and lifted her up: "I will treat their words as a compliment to me. When they know who the real chef is, they will be more affectionate to me."

"You're drawing favor from my fans?" Ning Xi smiled. She knew that she wouldn't want to put pressure on her when she came back often. She could publicize their relationship anytime she wanted. Also willing to cooperate with her.

She cut up the fried eggs, and the tender egg yolks made her appetite wide open. She looked up and returned to the usual: "If our relationship is open, will it cause you trouble?"

At the time, Chen Zhenzhen was a superstar who won the post-film award at the International Film Festival. Jiang Hongkai, who was married to a family member who was not as good as usual, had many obstacles, and eventually died of depression.

"For me, I only worry about one of the troubles of open romance, that is, the gossip of others to you." I often sighed, "I'm afraid you will stay away from me because of other people's speech."

Ning Xi raised her lips and smiled: "Who are the others, and who cares what they think."

"There is a saying that there is love and horror, and horror is also worrying," he always put down the cup, his tone was like a joke and serious, "I am afraid that others will take my goddess away."

Ning Xi paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I am your goddess, huh?"

She always smiled and nodded.

"I can really speak," Ning Xi forkd an egg, and returned to him. "It's a reward for you."

Seeing the appearance of a slutty woman who teases a good man in Ningxi, she always cooperated with her fork and took away the fried eggs. Then she stole a sweet kiss on the back of her hand.

Ning Xi glanced at him. It turned out that integrity returned as usual. When taking advantage, the lower limit went lower and lower.

The two ran out of breakfast and returned to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Ning Xi returned to the room to change clothes. Today she was invited to participate in a magazine cover shoot. The appointment time was 10:30 in the morning. It was not good to be late.

As soon as she changed her clothes, Ningxi's cell phone rang. She saw it from Zhang Qingyun and picked it up.

"Brother Zhang," she patted the skin essence on her face. "Rest assured, I'm already up."

"Pick me up after half an hour?" Ning Xi glanced at his wrist, now it's 8.20, "OK, no problem."

Zhang Qingyun was wearing headphones and saw the green light on, so he stopped the car: "Yes, a lively thing happened last night. Have you heard of it?"

"What's the matter?" Ningxi walked out of the room and saw that she always came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, and buckled the cufflinks while walking.

Zhang Qingyun didn't know that there was a man in Ningxi House, so he continued to walk on the road of gossip: "I heard that a tyrant confessed to a female artist last night. The scene photo has been posted on the Internet, and I don't know where it is Female artist in this company. "

After Ningxi heard it, she twitched her lips. How did she feel that the female artist Zhang Qingyun said might be her? She turned to see him always returning, and saw that his shirt collar was rolled a little, so he stepped forward and pulled him.

"Thank you." Thanks to her always smiling.

Zhang Qingyun was starting the car and proceeding. He heard the voice of a man from Ningxi's cell phone, shaking his hand holding the steering wheel: "Ningxi, is there anyone else beside you?"

Now most of them as agents are no longer restricted to entertaining artists. But it ’s not limited, it does n’t mean that you suddenly find a man in the artist ’s house. What if it is photographed by a paparazzi and you go out and write about it?

"Um." Ningxi glanced at her from time to time, and said to the cell phone, "You come first, I will tell you slowly."

After Zhang Qingyun hung up the phone, the more she thought about it, the more she got wrong, and anxiously moved to the neighbourhood of Ningxi immediately, but the traffic of the imperial capital was too congested, and it was useless to worry.

At this time, the website, Ningxi's Weibo, had new progress.

Pendant of Ning Goddess's house: I don't know if I read it wrong. I seem to see a figure on the spoon placed by Ning Goddess.

Cats that don't like fish: I ... seem to see it too.

Passing by: Are you dazzled, I think it should be a reflection of something like that.

Please call me the technical emperor: I just zoomed in and observed the local map for a while. The reflection may be 55% of the human shadow, 44% of the others, and 1% of the rest. It could be a spiritual event.

Little butterfly under the moon of justice: Since it is a technology emperor, let's not talk about any magic. Maybe this figure is the agent or assistant of the goddess Ning. Isn't this normal?

As soon as the remarks of the little butterfly under the moon of justice came out, many people felt that it was not a candlelight dinner or a party with friends. It was just a very ordinary breakfast. It was normal for the agent or assistant to dine with the goddess Ning. But thing.

Zhang Qingyun said it would take half an hour to get to Ningxi's house. In fact, he knocked on the door of Ningxi's house in less than 25 minutes.

"Click."

The door opened, but after seeing the person standing behind the door, Zhang Qingyun's problems were all swallowed back.

"Come in," Bend over, take a pair of shoe covers from the shoe cabinet and hand them to Zhang Qingyun, "Ning Xi is still putting on makeup, you have to wait for a while."

"Oh, okay." Zhang Qingyun took a stern look and took the shoe cover that was always reposted, and then reacted violently when he put it on. Why is President Chang's here? !!

He turned to look at the sofa, and found that there was still a quilt too late to clean up, was he thinking too much, and often just came here to catch it?

But ... What is the identity of the person who always returns, and he is afraid that there is no place to live, and he needs to borrow from Ningxi?

He hasn't heard anyone say that Chang's is bankrupt. Can't he ever go down to the couch?

"Sit down," he always made a gesture to Zhang Qingyun, and then poured a glass of water for Zhang Qingyun. "Did you have breakfast?"

"Thank you, President Chang, I have eaten breakfast." Zhang Qingyun is flattered and holds the tea that is always poured by his own hands. In this circle, the agent who can receive the treatment of President Chang himself is definitely the first.

It's just ... isn't it the host's job to receive guests?

This trend is getting more and more wrong.

"Brother Zhang, are you here?" Ningxi came out of the room, and the whole person was bright enough to flash blind people's eyes. "Then let's go now?"

"But Mr. Chang ..." Zhang Qingyun felt that Ningxi's EQ today plummeted. The host's family left the guests alone at home, which was too impolite.

"It's okay, I'll go down with you," always smiled. "It just happened that my driver arrived."

Zhang Qingyun was relieved in his heart and couldn't help feeling that Mr. Chang's status was so high, but he was so considerate.

However, when he saw that the garbage bag in Ningxi's house was always handed in his hand, the whole man was messy in a magical wind.

He turned to look at the smiling Ning Xi, his eyes full of inquiry.

"Brother Zhang, I forgot to tell you," Ning Xi smiled innocently with a small handbag in her hand, "I am with Shishi."

"Ha?" Zhang Qingyun felt that his IQ and hearing were problematic.

"Did you just say that a local tyrant had a romantic confession to a female artist last night?" Ning Xi patted the shoulder that always returns, "The local tyrant is here."

The local tyrant always smiled tenderly at Ningxi, then nodded at Zhang Qingyun.

Zhang Qingyun: ...

He must be dreaming.

Especially when they came downstairs and were always returning in a noble manner, carrying garbage bags to the trash can, Zhang Qingyun looked at Ningxi's eyes as if looking at a sinner.

Let the grand president Chang throw trash at you. Ningxi, can't you go to heaven?

After throwing the trash, I always took out my handkerchief and wiped my hands, and then walked to Ningxi, "I'm going to the company first. Do you have time at night?"

Ningxi nodded.

"Then I'll pick you up for dinner," she always reached out and touched the fine hair next to Ningxi's cheek, and pinned her behind her ears. "Be careful when you work, don't be too hard. Remember to call me if you have anything."

"Okay," Ning Xi blinked, and hooked his fingers at him. "Look down."

Although I always do not understand Ningxi's intentions, I still bow my head honestly.

mua ~

A gentle kiss was on his cheek.

"This is a good morning kiss." Ning Xi smiled at him.

Looking at this smile, he always felt that his heart was soft, and he bowed his head and kissed gently between her foreheads. "This is a good morning kiss."

He hugged Baoningxi and stepped back a little reluctantly: "Get in the car, don't be late."

"Well." Ning Xi waved at him. "See you tonight."

"Okay." With a gentle smile from time to time, after turning the window closed, he turned on his car that had been waiting for a long time.

The two cars drove out of the community one after the other. Zhang Qingyun saw in the rear-view mirror that the car that was always returning out of the community. After leaving in the opposite direction, he sighed with utter sorrow: " Say, how did you get President Chang's to throw you garbage? "

"Isn't it normal for a boyfriend to throw two bags of **** for his girlfriend?" Ningxi raised an eyebrow. "He is my boyfriend in front of me. He is poor, rich, and has nothing to do with him helping me?"

Zhang Qingyun was speechless, inexplicably thinking that Ningxi's words ... made sense.

"But ..." Zhang Qingyun blew his nose. "What he said is also President Chang's, isn't it a little bad?"

Ning Xi scoffed at Zhang Qingyun's thoughts, "You are too vulgar."

"Yes, I'm vulgar, you have to go to heaven to get out of the dust," Zhang Qingyun knows, the way men and women get along is equality, and all this he is worried about is nothing more than deep in his heart, and he still feels that Ningxi has always climbed high Return.

But in the face of love, all people are equal, and in the spiritual world, it is not known who is climbing high.

At least in his opinion, a woman like Ningxi, let alone attract a local tyrant man, even if it attracted a local tyrant woman, he probably would not think it was too strange.

Originally he was worried that Ningxi would suffer from this love, but now it seems ...

Forget it, this kind of private affairs, as a broker, don't take care of it.