After Murong Rong calmed down, she realized that the sky outside had completely darkened. She was shocked. She never expected that her daze would end at this time.
She quickly got up and limped out of the room to prepare meals. Unexpectedly, when she opened the door, she saw the hotel's butler setting up the meal.
When she saw Murong Rong coming out, she immediately smiled and said, "Hello, Miss Mu, dinner has been prepared. Please enjoy your meal. I wish you a happy life."
After saying that, he bowed to Murong Rong and left.
Rong Jiuci walked out at this time, saw Murong Rong standing in the living room, and said, "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you hurry up and eat?"
Murong Rong did not move, but glanced at Rong Jiuci with a complicated expression.
Originally she thought that at least her cooking skills were valued by Rong Jiuci, but now she suddenly realized that she was wrong.
Also, with Rong Jiuci's status and status, no matter what kind of chef she couldn't hire, she would be the one to do it.
She couldn't understand why Rong Jiuci insisted on taking her out of the country before, but she had to admit that his method of letting her know her self was very clever.
Murong Rong suddenly felt very happy.
Fortunately, she always knew how much she weighed and never had any undue thoughts.
"Murong Rong?" Rong Jiuci said with a reminder in his tone: "What? Are you going to go to the kitchen to eat again?"
Murong Rong didn't say anything. She filled her bowl with rice and sat down in the corner to start eating.
Rong Jiuci couldn't help but frown when he saw Murong Rong's silent expression, but he didn't say anything in the end.
The dinner ended in silence.
Murong Rong had kept his head down just now, but when he raised his head, he realized that there was a lot of food left on the table, and Rong Jiuci had not even finished the small bowl of rice.
Murong Rong was a little surprised. She knew Rong Jiuci's appetite, and it was not such a small appetite.
She couldn't help but glance at Rong Jiuci. She originally wanted to ask him if he was feeling uncomfortable, but thinking of his repeated warnings to her, she swallowed the words on her lips.
Murong Rong obediently put away the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen. When she came out again, Rong Jiuci was having a video conference in the living room.
Murong Rong immediately returned to the room without daring to listen.
She made a video call to An An, but the person who answered the phone was Uncle Chen.
Uncle Chen told her that An An was in class with Chen Chen. Murong Rong asked about An An's situation and hung up the phone after knowing that she was fine.
After that, she took out her picture folder and started drawing the design.
At first, she was still a little restless, but as the pen tip drew smooth lines on the drawing, her heart gradually calmed down.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed open.
When Murong Rong raised his head, he saw Rong Jiuci appearing at the door.
Murong Rong couldn't help but said: "I didn't scream this time."
Rong Jiuci raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who said you can only come in after you call me? Murong Rong, can you think of something else in your mind? Be pure."
Murong Rong: "..."
Why is she not pure?
She is obviously very pure, but Rong Jiuci has been accusing her of having evil intentions and having evil intentions, okay?
If this continues, even if it doesn't exist, he will talk about it.
However, this thought was suppressed by Murong Rong in the next second.
She is a mother who cannot afford to be willful. Even if she takes a step back, she is not a mother and she will not provoke such a man without An An by her side.
Can't afford to offend.
Live a good life, isn't it?
Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong who seemed to be well-behaved, but in fact, there was a thorn in his heart and he was not that docile at all.
She just wanted to package herself with gentleness and well-behavedness so as to stay by his side.
What a cunning woman.
Rong Jiuci snorted coldly, but felt inexplicably relieved.
"I will leave the hotel early tomorrow morning, so I don't have to worry about breakfast." After a pause, he said: "Take good care of your feet. I don't want you to be limping when you go back. An An saw it and thought
I bullied you."
Murong Rong was stunned. Looking at Rong Jiuci's back as he turned away, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
Could it be that Rong Jiuci just ordered dinner from outside because she just injured her foot and wanted her to get more rest?
Murong Rong knew that she thought so largely because of her own passion, but once this thought floated up, it was like drifting wood that she couldn't hold down.
The next day.
When Rong Jiuci got up, the sky outside was dim and bright. When he opened the door and walked out, the room was filled with the aroma of food.
Murong Rong heard the voice and walked out of the kitchen: "Mr. Rong, I've packed your breakfast in a lunch box for you to eat on the way."
Seeing Rong Jiuci looking at her, he hurriedly said: "I'm just hungry, so I prepared a lunch box for you."
Murong Rong suddenly felt a little annoyed. She must have lost her mind. How could she do such a misleading thing because of Rong Jiuci's concern? Rong Jiuci had already suspected her of having evil intentions.
"Yeah." Rong Jiuci picked up the lunch box: "Remember to apply medicine to your ankle."
After he finished speaking, he took his suit jacket and left.
Murong Rong was stunned.
Just...that's it?
No disdain? No cynicism? No questioning of her intentions?
Murong Rong was sitting at the dining table as if in a dream.
In the car.
Huo Yanshen relied on his shameless spirit to grab two fried dumplings and an egg pancake from Jiuci's lunch box.
Huo Yan deeply touched his still unsatisfied stomach, recalling what he had just eaten, and his greed became even more intense: "Although Miss Mu's cooking skills are not top-notch, I don't know why the food she made is so satisfying.
There is a feeling that people can't stop, no wonder Brother Jiu, you have to be her."
Rong Jiuci didn't even raise his eyelids, too lazy to pay attention to him.
Huo Yanshen continued: "Brother Ninth, although I understand your desire to see you."
As the saying goes, grabbing a man's stomach is equivalent to grabbing a man's heart. This Murong Rong grabbed both the stomach and the body.
With such a two-pronged approach, even if his ninth brother is Liu Xiahui, he won't be able to withstand it.
"However, Brother Ninth, you have to consider the reputation of Ye Wanxin and the Ye family. We won't talk about Ye Wanxin's temper. Last night, I received a call from Aunt Lin asking about your schedule. She was very
I want to meet you. I think Aunt Lin’s purpose of meeting you is to discuss your marriage to Ye Wanxin."
"Then find a reason to push it away." Rong Jiuci said lightly: "I will not marry Ye Wanxin."
"Brother Ninth, I'm afraid the Ye family and the Lin family won't let it go if you push back the marriage."
"Um."
Huo Yanshen looked at Rong Jiuci's indifferent expression and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Ninth, is it worth giving up the marriage for Murong Rong?"
Rong Jiuci frowned slightly: "What does it have to do with her? I, Rong Jiuci, will not marry a woman like Murong Rong."
As Rong Jiuci said this, Murong Rong walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a spatula, and smiled slightly.