Li Xiuqin stood in the corner, taking in the scene in front of her, with a stunned expression on her face.
"Assistant Yang, is Murong Rong always so casual in front of Mr. Rong?"
To say it was casual or polite, they were clearly very close.
"Miss Mu is the person Mr. Rong values most, of course they will be close." Yang Kaiqing thought Li Xiuqin was worried, so he couldn't help but comfort her: "Ms. Li, don't worry, my Mr. Rong will never treat his own people badly."
One of our own?
Who are our own?
Li Xiuqin wanted to ask.
But before she spoke, Yang Kaiqing had already answered her.
"We all see Mr. Rong's concern for Miss Mu. Although we have encountered some difficulties temporarily, I think they will be overcome soon and they will definitely have good results."
Does Rong Jiuci care about Murong Rong?
He will have a good outcome with Murong Rong.
What about night mood?
Wan Xin is the one he made a promise to and has already married.
At that moment, Li Xiuqin regretted it very much.
If she had known earlier, she shouldn't have lengthened the action just now in order not to arouse other people's suspicions. She should have called Murong Rong to the stairs, pushed her back down, and then framed Murong Rong.
Let's just say that she was cured by accident. Anyway, during this period, Murong Rong went to the hospital many times.
It's just that it's too late to talk about this now, she has missed the opportunity!
Li Xiuqin has unspeakable regret.
"Ms. Li?"
When she heard Yang Kaiqing calling her, Li Xiuqin came back to her senses: "Huh?"
Yang Kaiqing asked very worriedly: "Are you okay?"
"Okay, I'm just so happy."
Yang Kaiqing couldn't help but glance at Li Xiuqin, wasn't he happy? Why did he look like this?
Thinking of the stiff mother-daughter relationship between Li Xiuqin and Murong Rong, Yang Kaiqing couldn't help but shook his head. He didn't want to say anything, so he asked Li Xiuqin to sit in the car.
…
"...I understand, you don't have to do anything now, do you hear me?"
Ye Wanxin warned Li Xiuqin a few words. As soon as she hung up the phone, her face darkened and she scolded: "Idiot!"
If you fail to seize such a good opportunity, you are nothing but a fool.
She has to do this herself, and there will be a perfect opportunity the day after tomorrow.
Chenchen’s birthday.
three days left.
Murong Rong returned to Dijingyuan feeling exhausted and received a video call from Chen Chen.
"Mommy, it's my birthday in a few days, do you want to come?"
Murong Rong was a little surprised when he heard this: "Can I go?"
"Of course. In three days, grandpa will hold a birthday party for me at the old house. As the protagonist, of course I can invite people over. Mommy, you are the only person I want to invite."
Three days later?
Murong Rong was stunned, is it such a coincidence? Chen Chen and An An actually have birthdays on the same day.
This is truly a rare fate.
Chen Chen couldn't help but feel very disappointed when he saw that he had made it so obvious and that his mother hadn't realized his identity yet.
But Chen Chen believes that one day, Mommy will know the truth, and then Mommy will be happy to hold him in her arms.
Thinking of this possibility, Chen Chen's heart was full of enthusiasm. He looked at Murong Rong eagerly: "Mommy, will you come?"
"Chenchen, Mommy really wants to go, but if it's a banquet, my identity may not be convenient."
"Well, I understand. I didn't think it through carefully." Chen Chen was very disappointed, but he still didn't force it.
He couldn't bear to put Murong Rong in any trouble.
Murong Rong saw the sad look on Chen Chen's little face and couldn't help but said: "But I will go see grandpa that day."
After saying this, Murong Rong regretted it.
But seeing how happy Chen Chen suddenly became, she felt that agreeing was the right thing to do.
Murong Rong talked to Chen Chen for a while, and when he saw that it was getting late, he urged Chen Chen to take a rest.
After hanging up the video call, Murong Rong lay on the bed. For some reason, the image of them always cuddling together and being so intimate came to mind when An An was still around.
Suddenly, Murong Rong couldn't lie down anymore. She got off the bed, took the drawing board and sat on the wicker chair on the balcony, holding a paintbrush in her hand and drawing something quickly.
Just when Murong Rong was deeply engrossed, a huge shadow cast down from above his head, blocking all light.
Murong Rong couldn't see clearly and couldn't help but feel anxious: "Give way, you're blocking my light."
"I know." Rong Jiuci did not give in. He frowned and looked at Murong Rong who was staring at the drawing board: "Do you know what time it is now?"
"What time is it?" Murong Rong asked casually, the brush in his hand still not stopping.
"It's twelve o'clock."
"Twelve o'clock?"
Murong Rong was shocked: "So late? I think I just picked up the paintbrush myself."
She had just the right idea, and when she picked up the brush, she was completely immersed in it, and she didn't notice the passage of time at all.
In fact, this can be said to be normal for the design industry. When I have no inspiration, I scratch my head and cannot draw a single line.
However, when inspiration comes, once you are immersed in it, you can't stop.
If Rong Jiuci hadn't interrupted her just now, she probably wouldn't have known how long she would have been busy.
Rong Jiuci could see Murong Rong's thoughts at a glance and felt the veins on his forehead bulging.
He took out his mobile phone, searched for something from the shopping platform, and then handed it to Murong Rong.
Murong Rong looked at the beautifully crafted handcuffs on the phone screen and was a little confused. Just when she was about to ask Rong Jiuci what he meant by asking her to see these, she heard him say.
"Choose one. You can choose the one you like. Anyway, you want to wear it on your hand."
Murong Rong: "..."
These are handcuffs, why would she choose this kind of thing?
Not crazy.
"Are you resisting and saying why you choose this kind of thing? Okay, then I'll tell you."
Rong Jiuci's handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of Murong Rong's eyes: "Of course it's because you are always disobedient, so I had to think of other ways. So, which handcuffs do you have your eye on?"
Murong Rong: "..."
She put down the sketchpad in her hand without hesitation: "I'm sleepy, I'm really sleepy."
After saying that, he immediately pushed Rong Jiuci away, got on the bed in two steps, then pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself from head to toe.
Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong and snorted coldly, then moved his eyes from her back to the phone.
Maybe Murong Rong didn't need to make a choice at all, he could just buy them all.
Anyway, the rest of her life is so long, she will definitely be happy to wear a few more handcuffs.
When women buy jewelry, don’t they always like this or that?
Rong Jiuci felt that he understood women's thoughts very well, so he decisively placed an order for all the handcuffs Murong Rong had seen just now. She would definitely be very happy when they were delivered.
Murong Rong shuddered under the quilt, and she tightened the quilt even more tightly.
I thought to myself that the weather this year is abnormal. The New Year is almost over, but it is still so cold.
The next day.
Murong Rong came down from upstairs and saw Ji Baibai sitting on the sofa in the living room, obviously he had been waiting for a long time.
Murong Rong was a little annoyed. She always slept for a long time recently, so she missed the appointment with Ji Baibai.