Rong Jiuci couldn't describe his mood at that moment in words.
He wanted to ask Murong Rong: Am I such an unreliable man in your heart that you have to hide even when you cry?
But Rong Jiuci didn't say these words. He just grabbed her wrist and said, "Go and blow dry your hair."
"I'll do it myself."
Rong Jiuci looked at her with lowered eyes: "Murong Rong, what I said is my decision, and I don't give you the right to refuse. What you can choose now is to take the initiative to come with me, or I will carry you over.
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Murong Rong: "..."
Murong Rong finally sat on the stool at the end of the bed. Rong Jiuci held a hair dryer and stood behind Murong Rong to help her dry her hair bit by bit.
Maybe it was too warm, or maybe the atmosphere at this moment was so good, Murong Rong couldn't help but close her eyes.
When Rong Jiuci put away the hair dryer, he realized that Murong Rong had fallen asleep.
He raised his hand and pushed away the hair that was scattered around her face little by little, revealing her beautiful face.
Rong Jiuci couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her, murmuring: "Everything will be fine."
He bent down and picked up Murong Rong.
Murong Rong was still asleep, and her body suddenly lost weight, causing her to open her eyes involuntarily.
"Go to sleep." Rong Jiuci put Murong Rong on the bed.
Murong Rong didn't speak. Just as he was about to close his eyes, Rong Jiuci's cell phone suddenly lit up, and a special number flashed on the screen.
"If you have time to be busy, don't worry about me. I can sleep by myself."
Rong Jiuci hung up the phone and he insisted: "It doesn't matter, I'll stay with you."
"Are you worried about me?" Murong Rong suddenly spoke, and without waiting for Rong Jiuci's reply, he added: "You can't be like this, have you forgotten? You promised that you would believe me, you would trust me."
"I believe you, I just want you to stay with me now."
Murong Rong was very surprised when she heard this. She never thought that Rong Jiuci would say such words.
But she knew better that this was just Rong Jiuci's obedience.
In other words, he still didn't trust her, so he came to stay with her.
However, she doesn't want to argue about this matter now. In the final analysis, it is still her fault. It is because she is too weak and she does not make others feel reassured. And this is not anyone else's fault, it is her fault.
From now on, she will work hard.
Murong Rong told herself over and over again, closing her eyes again, and her breathing gradually calmed down.
After Rong Jiuci tucked Murong Rong into bed, he got up and went to the study.
He dialed the phone back again: "What's the matter?"
"It's about Miss An An." A cold, machine-like voice came from the other end: "I found out that the girl who was blown up in the van that day was about 115 centimeters tall."
From that explosion, a leg bone happened to be preserved, and this height was calculated based on the leg bone.
Rong Jiuci suddenly raised his black eyes and said word by word: "The girl in the car is not An An!"
What Rong Jiuci said was extremely certain.
Although An An is more than four weeks old, she fell into the hands of Song Chuhe a few years ago and was abused and bullied all the time. She was also sick. Even after she came back, she was carefully taken care of by Murong Rong. Unlike other children of the same age,
Girls are also much shorter in comparison, and they are definitely not 115 centimeters tall.
"Yes. We were also lucky enough to extract DNA from the leg bones. We have tested the DNA left by Miss An An and your DNA respectively. The test results show that the deceased has nothing to do with the Rong family. Now we can be sure
, it was not Miss An An who exploded with the van."
The person on the other end of the phone said: "All survey materials have been sent to your mailbox."
Rong Jiuci, who had always been calm and collected, opened his mailbox as quickly as possible to find the information.
He read ten lines at a glance, reading as fast as he could, and finally saw the end.
The result was just as he guessed.
At this moment, endless ecstasy surged from his heart.
It's not An An. The person who was bombed without any bones left is not An An.
That means An An is probably still alive.
"Daddy."
The little girl tilted her head and sweetly called him Daddy again appeared in front of his eyes.
An'an.
his daughter.
Even though Rong Jiuci never believed in fate, he couldn't help but thank the gods and Buddhas in the sky at this moment.
"Have you found out who took my daughter away?"
"Not yet." The other party's voice was full of confusion: "The other party seems to have disappeared out of thin air."
"Disappear out of thin air?" Rong Jiuci said with a sneer: "No one in this world can disappear out of thin air. If you can't find it, start from the beginning."
After the other party agreed, they immediately went back to investigate again.
Rong Jiuci also turned on the computer, tapping his fingertips quickly on the keyboard, re-investigating the surveillance on the day of An An's accident.
If someone wanted to take An An away quietly after she was attacked, then he must have been not far away, or even at the scene!
When Murong Rong opened her eyes, the sky outside had begun to shine, and she no longer felt sleepy.
She subconsciously turned her head and looked to her side. The other half of the bed was neatly laid out and her tentacles were cold.
Murong Rong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Did Rong Jiuci not come back to sleep after being busy all night?
Thinking that Rong Jiuci had been busy in the study all night, Murong Rong couldn't lie down anymore, and she wanted to give Rong Jiuci a bowl of hot soup.
Consider it the first step in her change.
As a mother, you cannot lie to your children.
An'an's voice and smile appeared in her mind again. The next second, she held the small piano in her palm, and her mood gradually calmed down.
When Murong Rong went downstairs, Mrs. Xiang had already gotten up and was busy in the kitchen.
"Good morning, Miss Mu."
"Good morning, Mrs. Xiang. If you're not busy, can I borrow the kitchen first? I want to cook a bowl of soup for Rong Jiuci first."
"Of course you can borrow the kitchen, but the young master has gone out now."
Murong Rong couldn't help being stunned, so early? Is something wrong?
Before Murong Rong had time to think about it, she received a WeChat message from Su Lengyu.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Murong Rong was already sitting at the Peninsula Cafe, where she made an appointment with Su Lengyu.
Before Su Lengyu came, Murong Rong took out his drawing book and quickly drew the design with a pencil.
Bang bang——
Suddenly the sound of applause rang in her ears: "The painting is very good. I haven't seen you for a while, and you have made a lot of progress."
Murong Rong suddenly came back to her senses and saw Su Lengyu wearing a casual suit standing next to her.
Murong Rong quickly closed the drawing book: "You are here."
Su Lengyu looked at Murong Rong and said, "Can I see the design you just drew?"
Murong Rong did not refuse and handed over the drawing book: "I just doodled randomly to make you laugh."
Su Lengyu shook his head: "You are too modest. If your design drawings still make people laugh, then the younger generation of designers don't need to look at them anymore."