Cheng Yuan, who was also feeling uncomfortable, gave her a feeling of being under her. Feng Ning felt sorry for her, but looking at Cheng Yuan's weak appearance, he could only give up.

"You are feeling uncomfortable, why are you doing cooking? We order something like takeaway."

Cheng Yuan didn't say anything. He always remembered the meal that had been poured on the table last time.

Cheng Yuan also knew in his heart that seeing Feng Ning like this, he must have forgotten what happened last time.

"I originally said I wanted to keep you for a meal, and I thank you for your help for so long. I didn't have this opportunity last time and couldn't make any moves with this bowl of noodles. I still thought not to dislike you."

Cheng Yuan's tone was low, his eyes were lowered as he spoke, his back of his hands was pale, and the blue veins were raised, which looked very pitiful.

During this period, Cheng Yuan tried his best to train, just to let Feng Ning see this assessment.

After hearing this, Feng Ning was really stunned. Last time, she hurriedly dealt with the matter between Meng Chuan, but forgot about Cheng Yuan who was guarding the table of food alone.

Feng Ning felt guilty when she mentioned this old story again, and even the sofa she was sitting on made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Because Meng Chuan's affairs were too urgent, and so many things were overwhelmed later, Feng Ning had already left this matter behind.

"I forgot about that special situation last time..."

Feng Ning was extremely embarrassed. She didn't know what was wrong with her. In front of Cheng Yuan, she paid special attention to her words and Cheng Yuan's feelings.

There was a vague feeling, but Feng Ning couldn't explain what it was.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ning deeply, raised his hand and approached Feng Ning a little.

Feng Ning was stunned, not understanding what Cheng Yuan meant, but the sudden masculine aura made Feng Ning stiffen and he was stunned to watch Cheng Yuan's movements.

Cheng Yuan picked up the thin hair on Feng Ning's shoulder, took a few steps back, and his tone was muffled.

"It's okay, there's nothing to do, I'll go to rest. I'm a little tired these days."

Feng Ning opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only watch Cheng Yuan's lonely figure leave.

The schedule of produce101 is approaching, and Feng Ning really couldn't tell what else to worry about. Feng Ning thought about it again and again, but still couldn't catch up.

Cheng Yuan arrived at the stairs and didn't hear the sound behind him. His eyes paused, and he felt annoyed. He held his hands tightly, and blue veins burst out, and there were fingertips in his palms.

The two of them were not communicating, and the atmosphere became vaguely wrong, but Feng Ning was useless.

He had been in Fengning's office for several consecutive days in Li. The two had a long talk all night to create a schedule that was completely different from the production 101. This was related to the development of the copyright of the production 101 in the starry sky and its influence in China.

"Sister Ning, this is my basic schedule. How do you think?"

She once moved the computer to Feng Ning at Li, but she looked haggard. For this schedule, she didn't sleep all night.
Chapter completed!