She didn't tell him that Rong Yuan also knew that she was not her parents' biological daughter.
Otherwise, given the importance he attaches to her, he will definitely investigate how Rong Yuan knew.
And she can do this by herself, and doesn't want to rely on him for everything.
Otherwise, you will look too useless.
Fu Jingting didn't realize that Rong Shu was hiding anything, lowered his head and rubbed her shoulder, asking: "Then you agree?"
"Yeah." Rong Shu nodded, "Anyway, with the chip you gave me, I'm not afraid of Rong Yuan running away, and she won't run away either."
"That's enough, it's getting late, let's rest." Fu Jingting glanced at the clock on the wall.
It's almost ten o'clock now.
Rong Shu yawned, "Okay, I am indeed very sleepy."
She knitted a scarf for him last night. She didn't rest all night. She had to take care of him during the day and was tortured a lot by him. She was already exhausted.
Now she just wants to lie down and have a good sleep.
"I'll take you to the room." Fu Jingting took Rong Shu's hand.
Rong Shu glanced down and made no move to free her hand.
Since they were together, it was natural for them to hold hands.
Follow Fu Jingting to the door of a room.
Rong Shu's expression suddenly became subtle.
She stopped walking.
Fu Jingting naturally stopped and turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"
"This is your room." Rong Shu raised her chin towards the door in front of her.
Fu Jingting nodded, "I know."
Rong Shu's eyes widened, "Fu Jingting, will you let me sleep in your room?"
"Don't want to?" Fu Jingting looked at her.
Rong Shu fell silent immediately.
Sure enough, it was exactly what she thought.
Just now, he said he was going to make the bed, and then walked to his room.
She didn't think much about it at the time, thinking that he might have gone into her room to hug her quilt or something.
After all, the other rooms are empty and may not have quilts.
It turned out that she was overthinking it, and he had no intention of arranging a room for her. He just wanted her to sleep in his room.
Thinking of Fu Jingting's behavior of sneaking into his bed in the middle of the night, looking at his current behavior, it seems not so surprising.
In order to sleep with her, what else could he do that couldn't be done through manipulation?
Maybe I can even climb on the bed in the future.
Thinking of this, Rong Shu held her forehead, a little dumbfounded, "No, that's it."
After saying this, she took hold of the door handle and turned it gently.
The door opened and she walked in first.
Seeing that Rong Shu was willing to sleep with him, Fu Jingting's eyes brightened obviously, and he quickly walked into the room and followed her.
Just now, he was worried that she would refuse.
But now that he saw that she didn't refuse, he finally felt relieved.
Rong Shu walked into Fu Jingting's room and looked at Fu Jingting's big bed, which could accommodate several people, and couldn't help but blush.
Although that kind of thing will not happen between her and Fu Jingting now, she can't help but think about it in her mind.
Especially since his bed is so big, it seems easy to let your imagination run wild.
Rong Shu rubbed her temples.
It seemed that I was really influenced by Fu Jingting, an old pervert who was thinking about having sex with her. Otherwise, why would he be thinking about it when he saw the bed?
Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it.
Rong Shu tapped her forehead lightly, took a deep breath, and calmed herself down.
Fu Jingting saw her action and quickly took her hand off her head and looked at her seriously, "What's wrong? Is it a headache?"
"No." Rong Shu shook her head.
She forced a smile, "I just thought of some subtle things."
"Something subtle?" Fu Jingting obviously didn't understand what she meant.
Rong Shu waved her hand, "It's nothing, go to sleep, I'm so tired."
As she spoke, she yawned again.
Fu Jingting looked at the fatigue on her face and the blue and black spots on the silkworm's body. A trace of distress flashed in his eyes. He gently touched her hair and his voice became gentle, "Okay, go to sleep."
Rong Shu hummed, lifted the quilt, and lay down on it.
Fu Jingting walked around from the end of the bed, lay down on the other half of the bed, then stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms. His movements were very natural, as if they had been sleeping like this for a long time, just like a real couple for many years.
Rong Shu touched the man's hand on her waist under the quilt and couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth twice.
He was so familiar with her that he hugged her directly without her consent.
It can be seen that he is not shy and nervous like his new boyfriend at all.
It's really shameless.
Shaking her head helplessly, Rong Shu did not take the man's hand away and let him go.
She was so sleepy now that as soon as she lay down on the bed, her eyelids began to feel heavy and kept pressing down.
All in all, she just wants to sleep and doesn't care about anything else.
Soon, Rong Shu could no longer hold back her sleepiness and fell asleep.
Because she was so tired, her breathing sounded louder than usual when sleeping.
Fu Jingting had just woken up from sleep, so he was naturally not sleepy now, so he turned sideways, propped up his head, and stared at her sleeping face.
Even if she was motionless, no matter how he looked at her, her face would not change, but he never got tired of looking at her and never looked away.
He didn't know how long it took, but it was so long that Rong Shu turned over. Then he turned off the headlights, leaving only a small dim light, and lay down and closed his eyes.
The next day, Fu Jingting was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone.
He opened his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms first.
The woman's eyes were still closed, she was still sleeping soundly, and was not affected at all by the ringing of her cell phone.
But he was still worried that the ringing of his mobile phone would wake her up, so he got up gently and took the mobile phone from the bedside.
It was Rong Shu's cell phone that was ringing, and the three characters "Secretary Tong" were flashing on the screen.
Fu Jingting answered the call with a swipe of his thumb, lowered his voice and said, "Say."
Hearing his voice, Secretary Tong on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then quickly took the phone to him and looked at it. When he saw that it was indeed Rong Shu's number and that he had made a mistake, he put the phone to his ear again.
On the other side, he asked cautiously: "Is it... Mr. Fu?"
Fu Jingting hummed.
Secretary Tong breathed a sigh of relief.
It's really Mr. Fu.
She thought it was some other man just now, and it scared her.
But how can Mr. Fu answer the call using the chairman’s mobile phone?
It was still this early in the morning.
Could it be that the two of them...
Realizing that the two of them might have spent the night together last night, Secretary Tong immediately had no doubts in his mind.
She pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and asked politely, "Mr. Fu, may I ask, is the chairman here?"
"She's not awake yet." Fu Jingting held the phone in one hand and gently played with a strand of Rong Shu's hair with the other, replying in a cold voice.
Secretary Tong raised his eyebrows.
Not awake yet?
She looked at the clock on the wall of her office. It was almost ten o'clock, and she exclaimed in her heart.
Oh my god, the chairman is still awake at this time, which shows how much fun the chairman and Mr. Fu had last night.
I was too tired to wake up.
Fu Jingting didn't know what Secretary Tong had misunderstood. He said calmly: "If you have anything, you can tell me first. I will convey it to her in a moment. If it's not urgent, I will ask her to call you back when she wakes up."
, you can say it again."
"Okay, Mr. Fu, please wait until the chairman wakes up and ask the chairman to call me back. It's not an important matter, so don't worry." Secretary Tong replied politely.
Fu Jingting nodded slightly, "I understand."
He hung up the phone and put it back on the bedside table, ready to pick up his phone and contact Zhang Cheng.
Just then, two beautiful hands emerged from the quilt and suddenly hugged his arms, "What time is it?"