Chapter 212 Sorry

Ning Qing was in her small office in the afternoon, and she sent text messages to Zhu Rui.

Zhu Rui said that the president wanted to drink coffee, and since the man was naughty, the coffee beans were ground into coffee powder and then boiled in a coffee pot.

Ning Qing wrote down the ratio of coffee beans to water, and finally added a spoonful of sugar and two milliliters of milk.

Zhu Rui on the other end asked, [Madam, is this the taste that the president likes? Will it be too bland? 】

Ning Qing replied, "It's not the taste he likes, but the taste I like."

Zhu Rui’s three periods, […]

A sweet smile appeared on the corner of Ning Qing's mouth. He was so arrogant. He wasn't used to it. Drinking too strong coffee was not good. He slowly tried a lighter one and found that he liked it.

So Zhu Rui brought the brewed coffee into the president's office as Ning Qing said.

Lu Shaoming took a sip while reading the document. He paused for 2 seconds. He put down the coffee and looked at Zhu Rui, "What kind of coffee is this?"

Zhu Rui should be very familiar with his taste.

Zhu Rui laughed "haha" twice, "President, this is a new method of making coffee that I read in a book recently, so I'm going to try it. President, what do you think?"

Lu Shaoming picked up the coffee and took another sip, then nodded calmly, "It's okay."

The strong bitterness in the coffee is a little lighter, and there is more sweetness from the milk. There is a sweet aftertaste in your mouth.

Zhu Rui, who received such high praise, sent a text message to Ning Qing as soon as he left the office, [Madam, the CEO said, the taste is very good]

So Ning Qing smiled sweetly.

In fact, she is a very easy-to-satisfy person. The current situation is very bad, but she can see him and let him taste the coffee she prepared herself, which makes her feel happy.

When Ning Qing was happy, there was a knock on the door, and Ye Ting walked in.

"Ms. Ning, this is the advertising plan for Bai Lailing that our marketing department has just discussed. Please take a look and see if there are any problems." Ye Ting was still very professional when she was supposed to be a professional. She didn't want to pack up and leave.

Ning Qing took the advertising plan in her hands and flipped through two pages. She slightly raised her eyebrows and said, "Your plan is to walk on the catwalk first and then shoot the commercial. This is no different from traditional advertising. It is not innovative enough and won't win the prize." Human eyeballs.”

Ye Ting's professionalism was questioned. She immediately put her hands on her hips and said, "Ms. Ning, do you know what marketing is and how do you want to be new and different? If you don't understand, don't express your opinion here unless you have better suggestions."

Ning Qing accepted the advertising plan, looked at Ye Ting and smiled calmly, "Okay, since Manager Ye thinks so highly of me, I will definitely come up with a good suggestion and give it to Manager Ye."

"Ha, as you wish." Ye Ting smiled contemptuously, turned and left.

Ning Qing raised her pink fist fiercely behind her, not to look down on others.

She must be able to think of a better way.

…

Everyone had finished get off work, and Ning Qing also got up and walked to the elevator.

The elevator was crowded with people, and Ning Qing decided to wait for the next batch.

While waiting, several little girls from Guangqing came to her to sign autographs, "Wow, Ning Qing, you are so beautiful. Can you sign your autographs for us?"

"Okay." Ning Qing smiled like a flower, took the pen and signed for them.

As soon as he signed, a handsome figure appeared in his sight. He looked up and saw Lu Shaoming walking towards the CEO VIP elevator.

He glanced at her lightly, and nodded slightly, perhaps out of cooperation.

"Master Lu," Ning Qing returned the pen to the little girl and stepped forward, "The elevator is too full and I'm waiting. Now that I'm lucky enough to meet Master Lu, can you give me a lift?"

He wouldn't be reluctant to get a VIP elevator.

Where does a man's family background and culture lie?

"Okay." Lu Shaoming nodded, opened the elevator with his fingerprint, and gentlemanly let her go in first, and then he went in.

He stood in front of her and closed the elevator.

No one spoke as the elevator descended. Ning Qing raised her little head, and a pair of gentle autumn eyes lingered on him wantonly.

His back was straight and straight, and the hand wearing the watch was casually inserted into his trouser pocket. Ning Qing could see the manly bulging Adam's apple on the collar of his white shirt and the deep and clean hairline.

He hasn't changed at all, he is exquisite and charming in every way.

The two were very close, about 30 centimeters apart. Ning Qing knew that as long as she took a step forward, she could hug him tightly, and she could smell the clear and charming scent emanating from him as before.

But she can't.

Because...he will push her away.

Maybe, he wouldn't let her get close at all.

Just look at him secretly like this.

Lu Shaoming knew she was looking at him. He glanced at her through the glass mirror in the elevator. She looked up at him with such concentration and piety.

"Ms. Ning, are you downstairs? I'm going to the basement to pick up the car." The man suddenly spoke in a low voice.

Ning Qing's thoughts were interrupted. He didn't turn his head when he spoke, as if he was asking a question casually. Ning Qing tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, raised her eyebrows and replied, "Okay, I'll be there when I'm here." downstairs."

With a "ding" sound, the elevator stopped on the first floor.

"Master Lu, thank you, bye-bye." Ning Qing walked out of the elevator. She did not turn around, but stood at the door of the elevator waving her white hands to him.

Lu Shaoming looked at her seriously. She was wearing a black cashmere sweater with a pearl leaf collar, a burgundy tutu skirt with a small piece of organza from the waist down, a pair of jeans underneath, and a pair of white sneakers. , a burst of youthful and fashionable vitality.

She was very beautiful, with a delicate and bright face as small as a palm, and a small earring hanging on her snow-white earlobe, shining brightly.

The lights in the lobby on the first floor shone on her, and her eyes and eyebrows were curved as she said goodbye to him, which was very warm.

Lu Shaoming had no expression, he nodded slightly, and reached out to close the elevator.

The girl disappeared in front of him.

He went to the basement to get the car, and when he opened the door of the Bentley, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he didn't know when, his mouth was dry.

…

Ning Qing stood on the side of the road waiting for the car, her nanny car would come to pick her up, but she changed her mind and sent a text message to Xiao Zhou telling her not to come to pick her up.

As soon as she put away her phone, she saw the familiar Bentley driving over.

Ning Qing raised her smiling face, jumped down from the steps on the side of the road, and blocked the Bentley with her whole body.

Lu Shaoming drove slowly, and when the Bentley drove onto the street, he saw Ning Qing standing on the side of the road waiting for the car at first sight.

He was not surprised that she jumped out to block the car, he had expected it.

He raised the corners of his lips indifferently.

Ning Qing came to the car window, "Mr. Lu, it's hard to get a taxi now, can you give me a ride?"

Lu Shaoming nodded, "Get in the car."

Ning Qing reached out to open the back door and got in.

...

The car still had a familiar smell, very similar to the smell of a man. Ning Qing looked up at him, only to see his big, bony hands pressing on the steering wheel, his movements flowing like water.

"Miss Ning, where are you going?" Lu Shaoming looked at her secretly looking at him through the rearview mirror and asked.

Ning Qing was not embarrassed to be caught by him. He probably guessed what she was thinking about him, and there was no need for her to hide.

Ning Qing raised the corners of her lips, and the neon lights reflected from the car window made her look like a flower reflecting on the water, warm and moving, "Mr. Lu, where do you live now?"

He didn't remember her, but did he remember Banmingxuan Villa?

How many romantic times they had spent there.

Lu Shaoming's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the vehicle in front of him and replied, "I live in an apartment."

A very polite and distant answer.

"Well..." Ning Qing smiled faintly. He really didn't remember the Banmingxuan villa. "Then please send me to the Ning family villa on xxx Road, Mr. Lu."

"Okay." Lu Shaoming agreed.

The girl in the back seat stopped talking. Lu Shaoming glanced at her. She held the minibus with a soft and boneless little hand and looked out the window. She frowned and didn't know what she was thinking.

Lu Shaoming suddenly felt funny. What exactly did this woman who obviously wanted to seduce him want to do?

Her figure and face did have the capital to seduce men. She created a chance encounter in the mall, entered Guangqing, took the elevator with him, and now sat in his car... Didn't she just want to get close to him?

Now that the opportunity has come, she didn't even express anything.

She did not hide her admiration and obsession with him, but Lu Shaoming always felt that she was looking through him to see another person. Did he look like the person she "never had before and will never come again"?

She was looking for a shadow in him?

Otherwise, why would she try every possible means to get close to him, just to look at him quietly?

Lu Shaoming felt it was ridiculous. He had lived for 31 years and had always been a favored child of heaven. He was outstanding and had never provoked any woman. However, many women wanted to flirt with him, but he was indifferent and rarely desired. He was proud in his heart.

But he didn't expect that he would be regarded as a substitute by others now.

"Miss Ning, what did you send to my mother in the United States the other day?"

I knew he would ask this question earlier.

"Oh, my aunt likes the record of a deceased predecessor. The record is my private collection. My aunt and I met on the Internet. I happened to go to the United States, so I brought it to my aunt by the way."

"Well," Lu Shaoming responded with an ambiguous voice, "was that the first time you saw me?"

Ning Qing froze when she heard this question. She slowly turned her head, playfully blinked her long eyelashes like butterfly wings, and asked with a smile, "Has Mr. Lu ever seen me?"

Lu Shaoming and her eyes met in the rearview mirror. He did not answer, but just raised his lips and chuckled.

Listen, it seems like he is being sentimental.

The girl was quiet, and Lu Shaoming turned on the music in the car. It was a lyrical and romantic French song.

Ning Qing felt very familiar with this song. Xiuqiong's nose turned red, and a layer of bright mist fell in her eyes instantly. She didn't want him to see it, so she leaned against the window and asked softly, "Lu Shao, do you like this song very much?"

Lu Shaoming didn't answer.

So Ning Qing sang a line along with the familiar melody. She knew she didn't sing well. She couldn't speak French, except for this line.

After singing, she murmured to herself, "Lu Shao, do you know the meaning of this line? I didn't understand it before, but now I understand... From the first time I saw you, I have fallen deeply in love with you..."

Last year, when she was newly married, she slept on a big bed covered with rose petals, and he sang this song in her ear.

He was a deep and introverted person, not good at expressing his feelings, but he was so good at expressing his feelings, telling her in French that he fell in love with her at first sight.

How romantic.

Ning Qing was lost in her own sorrow, when suddenly she heard the sound of a brake being stepped on, and she fell forward unexpectedly due to inertia.

Her little head hit the front seat, and before she could react, two fingers were pressed on her small jaw. The man was very strong, and he dragged her little face directly in front of him. Lu Shaoming asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Ning Qing did not expect him to have such a big reaction, and she raised her eyes to look at him, but tears fell and blurred her eyes.

Lu Shaoming's palm was filled with warmth and moisture, which were her tears.

she cried.

Lu Shaoming felt a dense pain coming from his heart, and a hint of panic flashed in his deep black and white pupils, "Why are you crying?"

Ning Qing looked at him stupidly, not knowing how to answer.

The two of them were so embarrassed at this moment. His exquisite and impeccable handsome face was magnified in front of her eyes, and his breath brushed her pretty face.

Tears flowed more and more, and Ning Qing bit her wet lower lip with her scallop-like teeth to prevent herself from crying.

In fact, I really wanted to hold him and cry.

He would not know that in the days without him, she had longed for him crazily.

Lu Shaoming couldn't see the way she bit her lip, and his head began to hurt. He frowned and felt uncomfortable. His calloused thumb uncontrollably wiped her tears, and then he stopped touching her face.

At this time, a string of cell phone ringtones broke the silence, and Lu Shaoming's cell phone rang.

Lu Shaoming seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream. He withdrew his hand as fast as lightning and said in a confused and irritable tone, "Sorry."

Lu Shaoming picked up the phone.

Without his restraint, Ning Qing sat back in the back seat. She wiped away her tears with her little hands. She lost control just now, and he...

In fact, it's not like he doesn't have feelings for her.

The delicate skin of her face still had traces of his slight touch, which was a little sore and a little soft. His palm was so big that she could fit her two small faces.

Lu Shaoming hung up the phone after saying "yes" several times. He restarted the car and the Bentley slowly drove into the main driveway. There was no trace of mess on his handsome face. He stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips. He said slowly, "The French song just now gave me a familiar feeling, so...sorry. I'll take you home first. I'll go to the airport to pick you up later."

Ning Qing calmed down and said with a smile, "I thought of some past things just now, so I was a little...sad. I didn't expect Mr. Lu to also like this song, so we are destined. Are you going to the airport? It just so happens that I I’m also going to pick up a friend at the airport, let’s go together.”

Lu Shaoming stopped saying anything, and the ripples in his heart became calm with Ning Qing's words "things of the past."

He raised his lips in a self-deprecating and indifferent manner. He, Lu Shaoming, would not be anyone's substitute.

…

Airport.

Lu Shaoming stepped forward to pick up his mother Song Yajing. Next to Song Yajing stood a very elegant and beautiful woman.