We Are Meant To Be novel Chapter 120

James Feng closed his eyes for a while and opened again. He said to her: "Turn the computer."

Christy Zhong obeyed。

The computer was turned on, and James could just open the file with his left hand--the right hand was hurt. Two blueprints were printed, and he said: "Take it. If there is any advice, talk to me."

He was interested in her painting ability very much and wanted to get to know her more.

Christy took two blueprints which seemed to be about a jewelry design.

She basically didn't understand the things about design, although she had been good at painting since her childhood, and she was also trained for that particularly. As for sketch, actually, she could do it really well.

James confused her a lot. She just wanted to regard painting as bywork. Now what she should do was to do her secretary job well, and the job was the only way to a decent livelihood for her family. The moment she forgot the marriage contract with James.

"Mr.Feng, I don't know anything about blueprint and printing. I loved painting since my childhood so I can only paint a little now." Christy said with ease. She kept her voice down and said: "If you are unsatisfied with my work, you can talk to me. I will do better."

She was so unsettled after saying that.

James obviously didn't speculate how scared she is now. He guessed that she lost her vitality and kept being scared in her own life.

He felt his heart vibrated suddenly, and he didn't know why.

He tried to suppress his thoughts, said emotionlessly: "Actually, no, the main job is still the secretary, and design and painting is just your bywork."

Although he didn't have a more specific idea, he knew clearly that he should help her dig out all her potentials.

It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him fish! If she could be independent in her own life, he would be the happiest man in the world.

"Thanks!" Christy was relieved when she heard that.

The relief of her made James feel angry. Did she so unsettled with him? So he said emotionlessly: "Do you feel unsettled with me? The contract is enough for the living of you and your family."

James wanted to hint that she was beautiful when she was smiling instead of showing her frightened eyes. He thought she didn't need to do that.

When James stopped talking, she said: "Got it!" She dared not to expect more with the pressure of life while she just wanted to live peacefully.

James found a few files without any words. He seriously went through those files fast and took some notes.

The one, whether the man or not, was glamorous when working seriously.

Christy observed him secretly. James's seriousness with the work made her feel easy.

James tried to do his numerous jobs well, which was totally different from what she behaved.

Some CEO spent their lives playing balls and drinking tea. There seemed to be nothing needed them to do, but it was not, as long as one wanted, there was to be something.

The higher the position, the stronger ability needed for them to handle comprehensive situations as well as the ability against pressure.

He, of course, should keep a big picture in his mind which would make him handle the whole event.

"Mr. Feng, a cup of hot milk?" Christy tried to keep him energetic, which was so important.

She then went to the tea room and took a cup of hot milk in front of him.

Although James ate at noon and then drank tea, he was still hungry. So he accepted the milk.

The brainwork, however, consumed more energy.

Christy felt he didn't refuse it and said: "The milk is not hot. It is not too late to work after drinking."

Good preparation and energy may quicken the speed of doing work. Although people were able to stay up late and work, however, their energy was limited, so didn't waste energy by overwork, or the illness would come upon.

James pulled his wound by moving his right hand and frowned. Christy rushed to him and stopped him doing that, and said: "Don't move the right hand." Then tried hard to bind it up. If he broke the wound again, the harder the wound would be healed.

"Feed me," James said naturally.

Christy was stunned for a little while and then fed him with the hot milk. She found the way to feed him was not convenient and said: "Let me take a straw."

She wanted him to drink it fast like this. However, feeding was obviously convenient.

She took the straw and fed him again.

Leaned with him closely, she strongly felt the smell of Cologne.

Every time when Christy smelt this, the nasty past would come back to her adding her pains and inferiority