breakfast.

The two sat at both ends of the table, she ate noodles and soy milk, he ate oatmeal and milk.

"Thank you for helping me get my phone back last night." She said to break the silence.

"My mother beat you, I'm sorry." He also opened his mouth, expressing the apology that had been suppressed in his heart.

Qin Anan's face became hot: "you didn't hit me. Why are you apologizing to me?"

"It's not good to slap my face." His voice was a little stiff, "If someone touches my face, I will..."

Qin An'an didn't wait for him to finish, raised his hand and slid lightly on his cheek.

His skin, delicate and smooth, feels excellent.

Fu Shiting: "..."

His eyes deepened, his Adam's apple moved, and the milk glass in his hand shook slightly.

"Okay, it's even." She lowered her eyes and drank the soy milk, but her heartbeat was chaotic.

The fingers that touched his cheeks were getting hotter and hotter as if they were on fire.

She hurriedly finished her breakfast and quickly hid back to her room.

The scar on my cheek is lighter today than yesterday, and it's not that painful.

She applied a thin layer of foundation to hide the scars on her face.

She can no longer stay at home.

The company called her several times.

Xinhe Capital also sent messages every three to five to ask.

After she finished dressing up and came out of the room, Fu Shiting had already left.

"Madam, are you going to the company? I'll ask the driver to take you." After Aunt Zhang finished speaking, she went to call the driver.

Qin Anan stood at the door and waited.

At this moment, the phone rang.

She took out her phone and answered the call.

"Miss Qin, are you free today? I want to ask you for help with something." Sheng Bei's voice came from the phone.

Qin Anan said in confusion, "what's the matter? Are you sure I can help you?"

Sheng Bei's tone was firm: "Sure. Are you at home now? Should I go pick you up? We'll talk more after we meet."

Qin An'an: "...Okay."

Half an hour later, Sheng Bei drove a white Bentley and appeared at the entrance of Fu Family Courtyard.

His car and Fu Shiting's car seem to be the same except for the color.

"Mr. Sheng, aren't you going to work today?" Qin An'an got in the car and fastened his seat belt.

"I don't need to punch in when I go to work." Sheng Bei smiled, "I asked you to help us pick out gifts."

"Help you? Besides you, who else?"

"Other executives of the company. It will be Shi Ting's birthday in a while. We have to buy gifts for him. But I don't know what to buy. So I want you to help me with this."

Qin An calmly said, "When is his birthday?"

"Haha, do you care so much about your husband?" Sheng Bei felt sad for Fu Shiting.

Tang Qian regarded him as treasure, Qin Anan regarded him as grass, but he chose to be grass.

Qin Anan blushed embarrassedly, and made an excuse: "...I'm usually quite busy."

"Well, I know that things in your company are tricky. You still have to write papers. You must be busier than Shi Ting." Sheng Bei said.

"You're laughing at me." Qin Anan heard his overtones, but was not angry, "I don't know what he likes, I'm afraid I can't help."

"Of course you can help." Sheng Bei drove his car onto the road, "Let's go to the mall first."

Soon, the car stopped at the largest shopping mall in the city center.

There are not many tourists in the mall on weekday mornings.

Sheng Bei took her into the mall and went straight to the jewelry area on the first floor.

Qin Anan frowned and looked at Sheng Bei in confusion: "He likes jewelry? Why haven't I seen him wear it..."

Isn't all jewelry worn by women?

Sheng Bei had to be frank with her: "He never accepts gifts from us. But now that he has you, we can supply you with the birthday present that we owe him." JrNovels.com