Chapter 2722 Wife, Wife, Where Are You (1)

Huang Ying was startled.

She was originally squatting under the table, but now she stood up in shock.

His head hit the edge of the desk above with a thud, and the documents and photos he held in his hands fell to the floor again.

Huang Ying let out an "ah" in pain, and squatted down again, covering her head.

Under the palm of my hand, I could clearly feel a big bulging bump on my forehead.

Tears of pain almost fell out.

Footsteps came forward, and a big, cold hand reached out and pulled her up from the ground.

"I asked you to do your homework here, not to look through things. In the future, you are not allowed to look around without my permission."

Huang Ying looked up and saw the gloomy expression on Chen Jun's face. Listening to the stern words in his mouth, she suddenly felt a little aggrieved for some reason.

She raised her hand and struggled away from his hand, squatted down again, silently packed up the study materials that had fallen on the ground, and then put the photo back on the table.

He bit his lip and said, "Don't worry, I won't come again."

After saying that, he quickly left the office holding the pile of study materials and walked out.

Chen Jun raised his hand and rubbed his sore forehead.

The group of people below are really useless. A development project in a new district has been going on for almost two months, and they haven't even completed a plan yet.

The meeting lasted for almost a day, but no one came up with any useful opinions.

Being so annoyed by that group of people in the conference room, my temper inevitably got a little worse.

Moreover, there are some Yunxiao things in his office.

Because no one could come in before, he didn't pay much attention.

Now that Huang Ying is here, those things are not suitable for her to see.

His eyes accidentally glanced at the photo Huang Ying had just placed on the corner of the table.

He raised his hand to pick it up and took a look, an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

The fingertips holding the photo were slightly firm, and a small arc appeared on the photo due to excessive force.

He pursed his lips, paused for a moment holding the photo in his hand, and threw it directly into the trash can aside.

Thinking of the little girl's red eyes just now and the big bulge on her forehead.

He took out his cell phone and dialed her number.

As soon as the call was connected, the call was hung up.

Knowing that the little girl was angry, Chen Jun didn't hit her again.

After going back to the lounge and washing my face, there was a faint smell of food in my nose.

Somewhat confused, he turned to the kitchen and saw the prepared meals on the counter.

The top is covered with a small cover.

Step forward and raise your hand to open the upper cover.

A plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes and a plate of fried pork.

Looking at the potato shreds thicker than his fingers, Chen Jun immediately guessed that these two dishes were probably made by that little girl.

Even if Lang Feng wanted to cook for him, he wouldn't make all the meals like this.

Looking at these two plates of badly cooked dishes, Chen Jun's irritable mood just now improved inexplicably.

He reached to the side and took the chopsticks to taste the two dishes one by one. Except for the fried pork, which was a little burnt, the taste was still manageable.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he was about to reach out and bring the food to the restaurant.

However, his eyes accidentally glanced at a flash of red in the trash can. He squinted and saw that a few cut potato shreds were stained with blood.

Chen Jun couldn't help but frown. This little girl really didn't have any cooking talent. She could cut any vegetable. It would be better to keep her away from the kitchen in the future.