The cold look on Rong Jiucijun's face suddenly softened.
The more bloody events you experience outside, the more you can't stop loving the warmth of this moment.
Rong Jiuci opened the quilt and got into bed, lying next to Murong Rong.
The bed in the room is 1.8 meters, which is not too small. It is more than enough for Murong Rong and Chen Chen to sleep on, but with Rong Jiuci, a grown man, it is a bit crowded.
Murong Rong moved slightly uncomfortably and made a murmuring sound, as if he was about to wake up.
Rong Jiuci hugged her and gently patted her shoulder with his big palm.
Murong Rong moved again, but she fell asleep quickly because of the familiar embrace and the familiar breath. The frown she had been frowning quietly relaxed unknowingly.
After such a long time together, a lot of trust and dependence have quietly penetrated into the bone marrow.
Rong Jiuci lowered his eyes and stared at Murong Rong for a long time through the dim light in the room before slowly falling asleep.
Late at night, Linhai Tingtao Apartment.
Ye Wanxin slammed the crystal cup in her hand to the ground. She gritted her teeth and roared angrily: "Idiot!"
"The whole family is stupid!"
She couldn't believe that everything had been arranged and that Murong Rong had been deceived and could still fail.
But what made Ye Wanxin even more angry was that in such a short period of time, Rong Jiuci realized something was wrong.
How much does he value Murong Rong!
Why should Murong Rong be so valued by Rong Jiuci?
Ye Wan didn't even dare to think about it. Just thinking about it made him so angry that he was about to explode.
It seemed that in addition to waiting for the most suitable time for that woman to take Murong Rong away from Rongcheng, she also needed to do something else.
Ye Wanxin took her mobile phone and made a call. After the call was connected, she immediately said: "Do me a favor!"
The next day.
Murong Rong slept very contentedly this time. She hugged Chen Chen's milk-scented body tightly and enjoyed the warmth of the morning.
At this time, a voice came from above the head: "Are you awake?"
"Um."
Murong Rong subconsciously responded, then suddenly opened his eyes, and when he turned around, he saw Rong Jiuci sitting on the edge of the bed.
He was wearing a robe, and the loosened belt revealed his strong chest. His hair was different from the usual meticulousness, with a messy and lazy look in the morning.
"you……"
Murong Rong was very surprised: "Why are you here?"
"I'm not here, where do you want me to go?" Rong Jiuci's voice contained a little displeasure.
"I, that's not what I meant." Chen Chen woke up while Murong Rong was still about to speak.
Murong Rong could no longer care about anything else, all her attention was attracted by Chen Chen.
Rong Jiuci felt a little unhappy when he saw the young and old, so intimate.
These two little heartless ones.
But looking at their relaxed and happy expressions, I snorted: "Get up and eat."
After saying that, he opened the quilt and got out of bed.
When he noticed that Rong Jiuci was walking away, his tense shoulders couldn't help but relax a little, and Murong Rong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mommy." Chen Chen raised his little face and looked at Murong Rong: "Did you quarrel with Daddy?"
"No. There was no quarrel." That didn't count as a quarrel, and the matter this time couldn't be resolved by a quarrel.
"There was no quarrel, what a pity." Chenchen looked regretful. If the two of them had been quarreling, mommy would have been able to sleep with him.
Murong Rong looked at Chen Chen's regretful look and couldn't help but rub his hair, and then couldn't help but sigh deeply in her heart.
After breakfast, Rong Jiu resigned and went to work.
Chen Chen has equestrian lessons in the morning, and the lessons are held at the Rong family's private horse farm.
"Mommy, please come with me, okay?"
Murong Rong originally didn't want to go, but after Chen Chen's pleading, she finally agreed.
After arriving at the racecourse, Chen Chen was picked up by his equestrian teacher and went to class.
Chen Chen, who had put on a full set of protective clothing, was sitting on a horse, looking dashing and handsome at a young age.
When Uncle Zhong saw Murong Rong staring at Chen Chen, he couldn't help but ask: "Miss Mu, do you want to try riding a horse?"
"I don't want to do it this time. I promised to accompany Chen Chen to class."
When Uncle Zhong saw Murong Rong insisting, he did not persuade her, but asked someone to move a chair for Murong Rong.
After thanking Uncle Zhong, Murong sat on the chair, took out his painting folder and started drawing. The tip of his pen quickly sketched on the white paper, and soon Chen Chen's figure appeared on the paper.
Although Murong Rong is a designer, her painting skills are actually very good.
"You rely on this little trick to make Chen Chen happy?"
The sudden sound beside her made Murong Rong suddenly come back to her senses. When she looked up, she saw Mrs. Rong standing aside.
She was looking at her sullenly, with an unhappy look on her face.
"Mrs. Rong." Murong Rong stood up immediately and greeted Mrs. Rong politely.
Madam Rong did not soften her expression because of Murong Rong's politeness. Instead, she asked aggressively: "I'm asking you, is this how you coaxed Chen Chen to make him want you?"
Murong Rong saw Mrs. Rong staring at the painting in her hand.
More than half of this painting has been completed, and Chen Chen's energetic look is vividly displayed on the white paper.
Murong Rong did not respond to Mrs. Rong's question, but said: "Mrs. Rong, do you like this painting? I can give it to you."
Mrs. Rong couldn't help but sneered when she heard this: "Murong Rong, are you really praised too highly by others and think you are some kind of master? And you gave it to me. Would I care about such a broken painting?"
Just as Murong Rong was about to speak, Chen Chen rushed over during the intermission: "Grandma, do you miss Chen Chen?"
Mrs. Rong looked at her grandson's bright smile. She was not as arrogant as before, but she instantly became kind and kind: "Yes, I miss my eldest grandson."
"I miss grandma too." Chen Chen looked up and saw the painting in Mrs. Rong's hand. He was very surprised: "Mommy, did you paint this?"
"Hmm. Do you like it?"
Chen Chen nodded vigorously: "I like it very much."
He looked longingly at Mrs. Rong's eyes full of desire.
Mrs. Rong couldn't bear her grandson's look, so she could only hand the painting in her hand to Chen Chen: "Here you are, here you are."
"Thank you, grandma." Chen Chen put it away happily.
Mrs. Rong couldn't take her eyes away. She also wanted the portrait of her grandson.
Upon seeing this, Murong Rong said: "If Mrs. Rong is willing, I can draw a portrait for you and Chen Chen."
"Okay." Chen Chen agreed immediately. He grabbed Mrs. Rong's hand and shook it gently: "Grandma, let's ask Aunt Mu to take a portrait."
Mrs. Rong did not refuse, nor could she refuse. She sat on the chair, held Chen Chen in her arms, and posed for Murong Rong to draw.
Murong Rong painted very quickly, but within half an hour, Mrs. Rong and Chen Chen were already on the page.