Murong Rong smiled, feeling more at ease than ever before.
She reached out to take the trophy and thanked her gracefully: "Thank you."
"There's nothing unusual about saying thank you verbally. It must be delivered in substance." Rong Jiuci's eyes fell on the bouquet of blooming sunflowers in Murong Rong's arms.
Murong Rong had to take it from the flower shop boy before, but the bright yellow drops that fell on his chest had long since dried up.
Even if he didn't dislike its withering, there was no way it could continue to fall on his chest.
Why didn't Murong Rong understand what Rong Jiuci meant: "Okay."
She turned to look at the host: "Can you please help me get the flowers?"
"Of course." The host agreed immediately.
Murong Rong thanked her. She did not take out a sunflower from the bouquet, but took out a rectangular velvet box.
She opened the box and found a sunflower lying inside. When she saw it again, it turned out to be made of yellow crystal.
It's just made to be extremely realistic, just like a real sunflower blooming in a box.
"This is a brooch I made in my spare time. I hope you like it."
Rong Jiuci's expression suddenly darkened. Originally, his biggest hope for Murong Rong was that she could pin a sunflower on his chest like she did before, but she gave him an even bigger surprise.
She designed and made the sunflower brooch by herself.
"Put it on for me." Rong Jiuci's voice was slightly hoarse.
Murong Rong did not refuse, and took a step forward to help Rong Jiuci put it on her chest.
After putting it on, she looked up at him and smiled sweetly: "Happy birthday."
Rong Jiuci's eyes were locked on Murong Rong. He said nothing, but his hot and focused gaze said everything.
Even the camera showed them a close-up, and the air seemed to be filled with pink bubbles.
At this moment, all the competitions this time are over. Those who achieved satisfactory results cheered happily surrounded by their relatives and friends. Those who did not achieve satisfactory results also smiled under the comfort of those close to them.
Song Hongfeng came off the stage alone with the trophy in her arms. When she looked up, she saw Song Xiuyuan waiting off the stage.
Song Xiuyuan smiled at Song Hongfeng: "Great."
Song Hongfeng couldn't help but blush when she saw Song Hongfeng, and felt very aggrieved: "Third brother, I'm embarrassed."
"Who said that? I think it's great, very great."
Under Song Xiuyuan's comfort, Song Hongfeng showed some smile. In a blink of an eye, when she saw Rong Jiuci who was very close to Murong Rong, the smile on her face faded a little.
She bit her lip and couldn't help asking Song Xiuyuan angrily: "Third brother, is Murong Rong really much better than me?"
Song Xiuyuan said nothing.
In fact, the reason why Hongfeng is not good enough is clearly because of love or not. Ninth Brother is in love with Murong Rong.
It's a pity that Hongfeng couldn't listen to him after he said this.
As soon as Murong Rong came off the stage, Ji Baibai rushed towards her with joy.
"Rong Rong, you are great! You are so great!"
Ji Baibai was going crazy with joy, even though she had known for a long time that Murong Rong would definitely succeed, but there was nothing more reassuring than the dust settling.
Murong Rong hugged Ji Baibai, with a smile in her eyes, and said warmly: "Baibai, you are also great. The makeup you painted on the model this time is particularly beautiful. If it weren't for your makeup, this Dunhuang dress wouldn't have achieved such a big success.
repercussions."
"Really?" Seeing Murong Rong nod, Ji Baibai became very happy: "It seems that I have benefited from you this time, and my little workbench should be able to come in handy."
Ji Baibai always felt that her partnership with Murong Rong was taking advantage of her, so she has been working hard to find ways to increase her own value, styling customers, and matching the most suitable clothes is the direction she has found for herself.
Murong Rong thought Ji Baibai's idea was very good and always supported it.
"Hey, can you please stop talking so happily? There is an unhappy person here."
As soon as they turned around, they saw Huo Yanshen's sad face. He was crying: "Sister-in-law, why are you so powerful? Why can't you be soft and let Brother Ninth solve your troubles? Do you know that you
How much harm will this self-improvement bring to me?"
Murong Rong's face was filled with questions: "What's going on?"
"Ignore him." Rong Jiuci grabbed Murong Rong's wrist and walked out.
When Murong Rong followed Rong Jiuci out of the venue, the black Maybach was already parked on the roadside.
As soon as Murong Rong sat down, she smelled the aroma of the food, and her stomach immediately rumbled.
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, two hours later than the scheduled end at two o'clock at noon.
There were many changes today, and they were all related to her. Even though she ate some snacks while going to the bathroom, she was still so hungry that her chest pressed against her back.
Rong Jiuci followed him and sat in. When he saw Murong Rong looking at him eagerly, he couldn't help but said: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you eat quickly? Can you feel full by looking at it?"
Murong Rong was not polite, picked up the chopsticks and started eating with big mouthfuls.
The temperature of the food was just right when it came into the mouth. Murong Rong swallowed the food in his mouth and gave Rong Jiuci a thumbs up: "Not bad, he controls the time very well."
Yang Kaiqing, who was sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't help but said after hearing this: "Even if Miss Mu comes out two hours later, the food will still be hot. Because Mr. Rong ordered us to change the food every ten minutes, and we must keep the food hot."
It’s at the most suitable temperature for the entrance.”
Murong Rong was stunned for a moment. She had never thought that it would be like this, let alone that Rong Jiuci would be so careful.
It would be a lie to say that she was not shocked. She never thought that a man like Rong Jiuci would be so attentive to her.
"Talk too much."
Rong Jiuci scolded Yang Kaiqing, and in a blink of an eye he saw Murong Rong looking at him eagerly, and couldn't help but said: "What do you mean by staring at me? Can you eat enough?"
As he said that, he brought a peeled prawn to Murong Rong's mouth: "Open your mouth."
Murong Rong reflexively brought the shrimp to her mouth.
She was moved in her heart, but she didn't say anything moved. Instead, she ate the food with great gulps.
After eating, Murong Rong felt a little sleepy. She didn't sleep well last night, and after another hard day today, she was really sleepy.
"Go to sleep if you feel sleepy."
Rong Jiuci put his arms around Murong Rong's shoulders and let her lean into his arms.
"Wait a moment."
Murong Rong tried her best to open her eyes, took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Ji Baibai, and then fell asleep unable to hold on any longer.
Murong Rong didn't know how long she slept. When she woke up, it was already bright outside.
She was not in the car either, but in a strange place.
Looking at the luxurious furnishings in the room, Murong Rong suddenly sat up from the bed.
Knock knock knock——
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a strange and soft voice rang outside the door: "Miss Mu, are you awake?"
"woke up."
Murong Rong straightened her clothes, walked over, and opened the door.
Then, I saw a woman wearing a business suit with a gentle smile on her face.