Rong Jiuci finished handling the last email, closed his laptop and went to the lounge.
The lights in the lounge have been dimmed, with only the wall lamp still emitting a dim light.
Murong Rong had already fallen asleep.
She was facing the window, the quilt was pulled high, and only her black hair was spread behind her.
Rong Jiu stood by the bed and looked at Murong Rong for a long time before entering the bathroom.
When he came back again, he had changed into a bathrobe. He opened the quilt and lay in it, turned sideways, stretched out his arms, and took Murong Rong into his arms.
"Murong Rong, I know you haven't slept yet. I also know that you feel very sad, but things have already happened. I hope you can cherish yourself. Not only is it useless for you to torture yourself like this, but it also makes you look stupider."
"I know I'm stupid, and I've already paid the price for my stupidity. Mr. Rong, please stop being sarcastic. It's quite ungraceful."
"Murong Rong, I am not sarcastic to you, I just hope that you can learn to let go and slowly let yourself go."
"Slowly let yourself go?" Murong Rong couldn't help but laugh: "As expected, as an outsider, I can always speak easily."
Rong Jiuci's face suddenly darkened: "Murong Rong, take this back! Or do you really have to be so angry with me?"
"Mr. Rong, go to bed early." After Murong Rong finished speaking, he closed his eyes and made it clear that he refused to communicate.
Rong Jiuci was helpless with Murong Rong. He looked at her for a long time and then closed his eyes.
After a busy day, I am actually very tired.
But neither of them felt sleepy.
the next day.
Murong Rong proposed to go back and forth, but was rejected by Rong Jiuci. She was arranged by Rong Jiuci to work in the design department of Rong Group.
Although Weiguang has developed well in recent years, compared with the design department of Rong Group, the gap is still a huge difference.
Murong Rong could not find a reason to refuse, and she did not intend to refuse.
Department of Design.
As soon as Murong Rong tidied up her work station, an assistant came over: "Designer Mu, Miss Ye is here. She asked you to serve her personally."
As soon as the assistant said this, everyone was shocked and asked hurriedly: "Miss Ye? Is it Miss Ye Wanxin?"
"Yes. Besides Miss Ye Wanxin, which Miss Ye in our design department is a regular customer?"
"Ms. Ye only asks the chief designer to serve her, so why would she name a newcomer?"
"Who knows, maybe the newcomer this time is very capable."
This is a sour thing to say. Although as Rong's designers they have no shortage of clients, they are only greedy for high-quality clients like Miss Ye.
Now I see that Murong Rong has just arrived and is about to make his mark, how can he still hold back?
The assistant was also urging at this time: "Designer Mu, let's hurry up, we can't keep Miss Ye waiting for a long time."
Murong Rong did not move: "I'm sorry. I don't want to serve Miss Ye."
The assistant's eyes widened in disbelief: "What? You don't want to serve? That's Miss Ye Wanxin!"
"I remember that Rong's Group has regulations that designers can freely choose the clients they serve."
"There is such a rule." But no one uses it at all. After all, the customers of the Rong Group are all very high-end, and no one is willing to give up the benefits and connections.
"That's good. If there are no other questions, I'll get busy." After saying that, he nodded to the assistant and started busy with the work at hand.
As for other people's looks and comments, she didn't care at all.
In the lounge.
Ye Wanxin looked at her assistant's embarrassed look and was not angry.
Instead, he said very generously: "Since Miss Mu doesn't want to, forget it. It's just a pity."
It's a pity that I can't see Murong Rong's miserable state with my own eyes.
When it was time to get off work, Ji Baibai came to see her.
Murong Rong was a little surprised: "Bai Bai, why are you here? What's the matter?"
"It's nothing, I just want to have dinner with you. You won't refuse the invitation from such a lovely beauty like me."
Seeing Ji Baibai's cute look, Murong Rong couldn't help but smile: "I won't refuse."
When the bell rang, Murong Rong and Ji Baibai left together.
They went to a restaurant near Rong's.
After dinner was served, they chatted while eating. No one mentioned those troublesome things. Murong Rong always had a smile on his face.
Halfway through eating, Ji Baibai's cell phone rang. She went outside to answer a call. When she came back, she saw Murong Rong looking outside in a daze.
That stunned look made Ji Baibai understand that Murong Rong's nonchalance was all pretense.
Ji Baibai took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and walked over: "Rong Rong."
Murong Rong came back to her senses: "I have already paid the bill. If the meal is good, let's go back."
"Okay, I'll take you back to Rong's."
"I want to go back to the rental house."
"But Mr. Rong..."
"Bai Bai..." Murong Rong interrupted Ji Bai Bai: "I have no relationship with his unmarried man and his unmarried daughter."
Ji Baibai looked at Murong Rong's calm but determined look and said nothing. After the waiter packed the rest of the food, he drove Murong Rong home.
Neither of them spoke on the road, and there was only silence in the car.
Forty minutes later, the car parked downstairs of the rental house.
"Rong Rong, we're here."
Ji Baibai unbuckled his seat belt and said something again, but Murong Rong still didn't respond.
"Rong Rong?"
Ji Baibai was a little surprised. When he turned around, he saw Murong Rong sleeping on the back seat. He called out several times but still got no response.
Looking at Murong Rong's sleeping face, she couldn't help but sigh. She didn't plan to call Murong Rong and wanted her to sleep a little longer.
In fact, she knew that Murong Rong had not had a good rest since An An's accident.
Suddenly, Ji Baibai realized something was wrong with Murong Rong and reached out his hand to touch her forehead.
So hot!
Murong Rong has a fever!
At this time, Ji Baibai's cell phone lit up. He saw the phone number flashing on the screen and quickly connected it.
"Mr. Rong, Rong Rong has a fever."
Ji Baibai hurriedly sent Murong Rong to the hospital. When she stopped the car, Rong Jiuci was already waiting at the entrance of the hospital.
After examination, the doctor determined that Murong Rong's fever was caused by mental and physical exhaustion, poor rest, and physical weakness.
After giving her a fever-reducing injection, they asked them to go through the hospitalization procedures.
By the time everything was done, it was already very late.
Rong Jiuci looked at Ji Baibai, who was full of worry, and said in a low voice: "Thank you very much, Miss Ji, this time. I will remember your favor. If you need help in the future, please feel free to mention it."
Ji Baibai shook his head and said, "I helped her because Murong Rong is my friend, not because of anything else. Although it may be disrespectful to say this, I also want to say that I don't need Mr. Rong's favor.
"
Rong Jiuci smiled faintly: "Miss Ji, I will remember your words, and I hope you will remember mine too."
After Rong Jiuci finished speaking, he called the shadow to send Ji Baibai away.
He went back to the room.
Murong Rong was still sleeping on the hospital bed.
Rong Jiuci didn't go back either, and squeezed into the same bed with her.
He looked at Murong Rong's increasingly thin face, leaned over and kissed her forehead softly: "Good night."
Rong Jiuci was very tired recently and fell asleep soon after. When he woke up, he originally wanted to hug Murong Rong, but instead he hugged a ball of air.