A young woman answered Rong Jiuci's most private cell phone.
Murong Rong was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.
This should be the secretary next to Rong Jiuci or something.
"Where is Rong Jiuci? I have something to ask him about. Please give him your phone."
Listening to Murong Rong's calm voice, the woman's eyes flashed with a dark light, and her words were still gentle and gentle: "Mr. Rong is sweating all over and has gone to the bathroom to take a shower. If anything happens to Miss Mu, you can tell me and wait a moment.
, I will convey it on your behalf.”
At that moment, it was as if something exploded in Murong Rong's heart. That sentence was all in his mind, and Mr. Rong went to take a shower with sweat all over his body.
Sweating...
In the coldest winter, even if you are indoors, it is not easy to be so hot that you break out in a sweat, unless...
Murong Rong couldn't think about it anymore and hung up the phone with a snap.
At this moment, Murong Rong's mind was blank and she could not think anything.
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Rong Group, President's Office.
Yang Kaiqing took the documents and pushed open the office door, and saw secretary Xu Ziqing playing with Rong Jiuci's mobile phone.
Yang Kaiqing's expression suddenly changed: "Xu Ziqing, what are you doing? Who allowed you to touch Mr. Rong's phone!"
"I just saw that the president's cell phone looked good, so I couldn't help but take it over to take a look." Of course Xu Ziqing would not say it. She answered the call from Murong Rong and deliberately made it so ambiguous.
Anyway, she has deleted the call history.
Seeing Yang Kaiqing frowning and looking unhappy, he quickly begged for mercy: "Assistant Yang, I didn't mean it. I promise there will never be a next time, okay? Please, don't tell Mr. Rong, otherwise, I will
I'm being kicked out of the Rong family, please, please."
Yang Kaiqing looked at Xu Ziqing's pitiful look with her hands clasped together, but he couldn't bear to be cruel, so he gave her a few lectures and let her go.
Xu Ziqing took a long breath and left with a lot of gratitude. When she closed the office, she couldn't help but have a smile of success on her face.
She had not considered whether Murong Rong would misunderstand her? If she misunderstood, how serious it would be in her heart. That was her original purpose.
She wished that Murong Rong would seize this opportunity to make trouble with Rong Jiuci.
There is no man in the world who doesn't hate women who act like heaven and earth, especially a proud woman like Rong Jiuci.
As long as she thought of driving Murong Rong away, she would have the opportunity to sneak in. Xu Ziqing had a restrained smile on her face, and her mind was already imagining those beautiful futures.
…
Sister Xiang came over following the sound. When she saw the phone in Murong Rong's hand, she was very surprised and couldn't help but said: "Miss Mu, what are you thinking about? Your phone has rang several times."
Only then did Murong Rong come back to her senses. She lowered her head and looked at the mobile phone in her hand.
The screen displayed a dozen missed calls, all from Mrs. Song.
Just as Murong Rong was about to call back, Mrs. Song called again.
Murong Rong just connected the phone, and Mrs. Song's roar rang out: "Murong Rong, what's the matter with you? I called you, why didn't you answer the phone? Are you still harboring resentment and planning to kill Nan?
Nan! Why are you so vicious?"
"I order you to pick me up immediately. If you delay finding Nannan, I will never let you go!"
After Mrs. Song finished yelling, she hung up the phone with a snap.
"What's the matter, Miss Mu?" Mrs. Xiang vaguely heard from the side.
"It's nothing, I'm going out for a while."
Sister-in-law Xiang said quickly: "Miss Mu, let me go with you."
"No need. It's just a small matter and can be easily solved. You can stay at home and watch over Chen Chen."
Sister Xiang wanted to say something else, but Murong Rong had already left with her handbag and arms.
"Miss Mu!" Sister-in-law Xiang couldn't help but call out, but Murong Rong didn't look back.
When Murong Rong arrived in the car, Mrs. Song had been waiting in front of the dilapidated courtyard for a long time.
After waiting for a long time, Mrs. Song was already filled with anger: "Murong Rong, what's going on with you? If you don't want to help, just say so!"
"We, Chenchen, are so pitiful that we encountered such a cruel mother."
"Also, aren't you attached to Rong Jiuci? Why are you still driving such a broken car? Did you pick it up from the garbage dump?"
Mrs. Song couldn't help but complain endlessly when she got in the car.
Suddenly, she saw the moon sticker on the console in front of her, and she couldn't help but feel disgust in her eyes: "What the hell is this? It's so ugly, tear it up quickly."
As he said that, he reached out and peeled off the sticker on the dashboard.
"Don't move!" Murong Rong's expression changed, and he immediately stretched out his hand to push Mrs. Song's hand away.
At that moment, she was so anxious that she didn't even care about the steering wheel. The car suddenly lost control and almost collided with other vehicles.
Mrs. Song was so frightened that she screamed and couldn't help scolding Murong Rong: "Why are you so crazy? Are you willing to risk your life to protect these crappy things?"
"This is not a broken thing! This is the reward that An An won!" Murong Rong parked the car aside and carefully smoothed the edges of the sticker that Mrs. Song had fastened with her fingers.
These stickers were given to her by Mr. Si after she learned piano from him.
"Mommy, the teacher said that I play the piano very well! The teacher also said that I will become everyone's moon in the future, so he gave me a moon sticker."
She hugged her again, raised her bright white face and said, "But, Mommy, you are An An's moon, so I want to give the sticker to Mommy."
Murong Rong couldn't help but smile when she thought of those warm pasts.
What a silly and cute girl, her little girl.
When Mrs. Song saw Murong Rong's gentle and nostalgic look, she couldn't help curling her lips and said disdainfully: "It's just a worthless tattered sticker sent by someone who paid for it. Is it worthy of such a treasure like you?"
Murong Rong's face suddenly changed, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he said word by word: "This is not some rag, this is the most precious treasure that An An left for me. If Mrs. Song can't stand it,
Just go and take someone else’s car.”
With that said, Murong Rong opened the central lock, opened the buckle of Mrs. Song's seat belt, and was about to drive her out of the car.
Mrs. Song didn't expect Murong Rong's reaction to be so fierce. She said: "I just said it casually, why are you taking it so seriously? Look at you, you can't even make a joke. No wonder you didn't please my husband and me, my mother-in-law."
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Murong Rong ignored Mrs. Song, with impatience on her brows.
She can guarantee that if Mrs. Song dares to talk nonsense again, she will definitely drive her out.
People are bound to be stronger. When Mrs. Song saw Murong Rong's expression not very good, she shut up in frustration and did not dare to say anything more.
Soon we arrived at the place we made an appointment with the private detective.