Murong Rong raised his eyes and looked at Rong Jiuci curiously.
Rong Jiuci couldn't help but frowned and said displeasedly: "Murong Rong, what's the look in your eyes?"
"I'm thinking, Mr. Rong, you may not know that what you just said sounded like you were jealous."
As Murong Rong spoke, his tone was a bit fantasy.
It's incredible that Rong Jiuci is jealous.
"Um."
Murong Rong was even more stunned.
She, she heard it right, Rong Jiuci said yes.
Does this mean that he is really jealous?
Rong Jiuci glanced sideways at Murong Rong: "Are you that surprised?"
Murong Rong couldn't help but nodded: "Very surprised."
It's incredible that a man like Rong Jiuci admits that he is jealous.
Rong Jiuci's handsome face was a little dark, and he couldn't bear it and said: "Murong Rong, have you forgotten that you are my girlfriend in public."
Rong Jiuci became more and more displeased. What did this woman take for his public admission?
Murong Rong was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but fell silent.
Of course she won't forget.
Under the gaze of so many people, Rong Jiuci descended like a god, acknowledged her and An An, and made up such a beautiful story to cover up the filth she had experienced.
In fact, she was very grateful to him, but she didn't dare to really admit it. Even now, everything always felt like a dream, and she couldn't bring it into being so naturally.
Rong Jiuci saw that Murong Rong didn't speak. He didn't know what she was thinking. He didn't speak either, and just looked at Murong Rong quietly.
The hairs all over Murong Rong's body stood up involuntarily: "Rong Jiuci..."
When Murong Rong opened his mouth, his wrist was grabbed by Rong Jiuci: "Follow me?"
"Where to go?"
"It's my business where I go, you just have to follow me."
Murong Rong: "..."
Then, Murong Rong had no room for refusal and was taken out of the office by Rong Jiuci.
When going downstairs, you still take the elevator.
Thinking of the shock just now, Murong Rong couldn't help but feel nervous, and suddenly her hand was wrapped by a man.
"It'll be okay."
Listening to the deep voice ringing in her ears, Murong Rong couldn't help but turn her head and look over, looking at the man's handsome profile, and suddenly found the feeling of peace of mind that she had been searching for.
Suddenly, Murong Rong's resistance or reluctance disappeared at this moment.
Murong Rong was taken to the golf course by Rong Jiuci.
When they arrived, there was already an old man with gray hair playing ball on the lawn.
Seeing them coming, the young man next to them immediately came up to them and said as if they were being forgiven: "Mr. Rong, you are finally here. We were tortured miserably by Mr. Yan. You must avenge me quickly."
Mr. Yan couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You look so useless, yet you even asked Xiaojiu to avenge you."
"There's nothing I can do about it. You're too powerful. Only Mr. Rong can fight." The young man smiled and handed the club over with both hands.
Rong Jiuci stretched out his hand to take it: "My hands just so happened to be itchy, so I just happened to play two games with Mr. Yan."
Mr. Yan was in high spirits. When he heard Rong Jiuci's words, he immediately called someone over to play ball.
Murong Rong watched Rong Jiuci chatting and laughing with Mr. Yan from the side, and was very surprised.
She has always known that Rong Jiuci is very powerful. There is a popular saying that the reason why Rong Cheng is called Rong Cheng is because Rong Jiuci's surname is Rong, which shows his ability.
But this Mr. Yan is not an ordinary person. Even though he has retired now, he is still a respected figure.
He was such a powerful person, but he got to know Rong Jiuci as an equal, and even had a very happy conversation with him.
Rong Jiuci and Yan Lao played for eighteen strokes, and by the time it was over, they were sweating profusely.
He waved his hands and said: "I am old, I am old after all. If I were ten years younger, I would never lose to you."
Rong Jiuci handed the club to the caddy waiting on the side and said with a smile: "Mr. Yan is still as majestic as he was back then. It's just because he played two games with Mingfan and the others that he lost to me. Yes."
Jiu Ci wins without force."
Mr. Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Okay, you don't have to look for me anymore."
Yan Laoyi turned his head and looked at Murong Rong, who had been standing quietly aside: "Is this your little girlfriend who has caused a lot of trouble recently?"
"Well, her name is Murong Rong." Rong Jiuci turned to look at Murong Rong: "Come here to meet Mr. Yan."
Murong Rong immediately came over to say hello: "I've met Mr. Yan."
"Okay, okay." Mr. Yan smiled at first, but when he saw Murong Rong's appearance clearly, he couldn't help being surprised: "Fangruo!"
Murong Rong was confused: "Old Yan?"
Mr. Yan quickly came back to his senses and saw everyone looking at him in confusion. He smiled helplessly and said: "Miss Mu looks a bit like an old friend of mine. I'm sorry. I apologize to you. Don't take offense to Miss Mu."
."
Murong Rong shook his head: "You're too polite, Mrs. Yan. I'm lucky to look like your old friend."
Mr. Yan's eyebrows stretched further: "You are a good girl. Jiu Ci, you have a good taste."
Mr. Yan was getting older after all, and thinking about the past again, his emotions were agitated and he couldn't hold it any longer, so he went back to the lounge to rest.
Rong Jiuci didn't leave. He took the club again and motioned to Murong Rong: "Come here and try."
Murong Rong was a little curious to begin with, but when she saw Rong Jiuci's invitation, she couldn't help but walked over and took the club.
The club had a heavy sinking feeling in the hand. Murong Rong imitated Rong Jiuci, but he swung it several times and failed to hit it.
Rong Jiuci walked over, hugged her from behind, and held her small hand in his big hand: "Don't use force, just follow my feeling."
"Spread your legs a little further, raise your arms a little higher, and don't be too anxious when swinging."
The two of them were very close. When Rong Jiuci spoke, his hot breath sprayed on her ears, and the magnetic and sexy voice kept drilling into her ears, making Murong Rong's back numb.
boom--
The club hit the ball perfectly and fell neatly into the hole.
"I won't study anymore." Murong Rong couldn't bear it anymore and hurriedly broke away from Rong Jiuci's arms. She originally wanted to calm down a little more, but her ears turned red and her breathing rhythm was messed up.
"I...I'm tired."
Rong Jiuci saw Murong Rong's panic and did not force it: "Since you are tired, let's go to the hot springs to relieve your fatigue. The hot springs here are quite famous."
"Soaking in hot springs?" Murong Rong stuttered: "Are you with me?"
"There is a hot spring pool for one person, but since it is your strong request, I will accompany you."
Murong Rong almost shouted that she was wronged. When did she forcefully demand that Rong Jiuci accompany her to the hot springs?
She refused immediately, but Rong Jiuci was not someone she could easily refuse, so she immediately had someone prepare for it.
But this trip to the hot spring was still unsuccessful, and Murong Rong received a call from Li Xiuqin.
She went to the hospital for a hematopoietic stem cell test.