"Well, nine times out of ten. Believe it or not, as long as the news of Xiao Yu's death is posted on the Internet, some people will immediately suspect that I am taking personal revenge on Xiao Yu."
Ji Baibai knew the seriousness of this matter as soon as he heard it, and immediately became anxious: "What should we do now? Should we call Mr. Rong for help?"
"Need not."
Hearing this, Ji Baibai quickly advised Murong Rong: "Rong Rong, now is not the time to be willful. If this incident breaks out, the influence will be too great."
"I know." Murong Rong smiled and said, "I plan to go directly to the culprit and won't let this matter cause trouble."
Ji Baibai was stunned: "Do you know who planned this?"
"Of course I know." Murong Rong's tone became a little cold: "I have always known."
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"...Miss Mu, please wait a moment. My designer Song is meeting with a client. Please ask me to inform you."
Murong Rong ignored the secretary standing in front of her and pushed open the office door with all her strength.
Song Hongfeng in the office was startled, and smiled when she saw Murong Rong.
"Rong Rong, why are you here?"
The secretary said very apologetically: "Designer Song, I'm sorry, I didn't stop Miss Mu."
"Hongfeng, I'm sorry, I really wanted to see you, so I came here. I hope I didn't disturb your work talk."
"Don't bother, don't bother, that customer has just been sent away, and I'm about to take a rest." Song Hongfeng looked at the secretary: "Okay, you go and do your work first."
"Wait a moment."
Murong Rong stopped the secretary and faced the secretary's doubtful eyes and said: "I need to correct you on something. Rong Jiuci and I have already received the certificate. You can call me Mrs. Rong or Mrs. Rong from now on. Although, I have married
If you want to get married, you can call me Miss Mu, but my husband will be unhappy. He is just jealous, I hope you can understand."
The secretary nodded blankly, she glanced at Song Hongfeng subconsciously, and then left the office.
The expression on Song Hongfeng's face has recovered. She looked at Murong Rong with a smile on her face and said, "So, when you came to me in such a hurry today, do you actually want to send me an invitation?"
"Of course not. There's no rush about the wedding. I came today because I have something else I want to tell you."
Murong Rong walked to Song Hongfeng's desk. She put her hands on the table and leaned forward with an extremely powerful pressure.
"I want to tell you that Xiao Yu is dead. He was deliberately hit and killed."
Song Hongfeng looked astonished: "How could this happen? Although it is despicable that Xiao Yu wronged you, the crime does not lead to death."
"You're right, her crime was not worthy of death, but she died, or was hit and killed. What would other people think of me, the person who had a grudge against her during her lifetime? Is that possible?
Do you think I was angry and asked someone to kill her?"
Song Hongfeng was stunned and nodded: "Yes, those people outside will definitely think so and say so."
Her expression suddenly became serious: "Have you told Brother Ninth? It's better to leave this matter to him as soon as possible. If it comes out, things will be in trouble and your reputation will be ruined."
"Yes, I have the same idea as you, but I don't want to hand this matter over to Rong Jiuci, but want to handle it myself. I think if the person who really bribed the murderer doesn't expose this matter,
Then I won’t get into trouble. Do you think what I said is right?”
"What you said makes sense, but the problem is that since the other party wants to frame you, how can he stop? Rong Rong, your idea is a bit naive."
"Yeah, but I still want to try. To be honest, it's good to have a man to rely on, but I think women still need to strive for self-improvement, otherwise there is no difference from a dodder.
So, after thinking about it, I decided to beg you, Hongfeng, please don't expose this matter, okay? We have become friends after all, and I really don't want to cause trouble in the whole city."
Murong Rong deliberately spoke softly, but his eyes were fixed on Song Hongfeng.
Song Hongfeng looked confused: "Rong Rong, what are you talking about? It's useless for you to beg me for this matter."
"It seems that you are unwilling to agree. You must ask Xiao Yu's parents to make trouble with me, and then ask the driver to accuse me of being the one behind the murder."
"What on earth are you talking about? Why can't I understand it anymore?"
Murong Rong put away the pleading on her face and her tone became sharp: "Since you don't understand, let's speak more plainly. During the Fashion Fashion Design Competition, I got the fluorescent pink dress
"Before the finals, you were the one who arranged for Sister Hua to wrongly accuse me, ruin my reputation, buy my dress from my mother, and the one who exchanged my donated items at the charity auction."
Song Hongfeng's heart skipped a beat, she didn't expect Murong Rong to be so direct, but she was not an ordinary person, and she seemed very calm on the surface.
She looked confused: "Rong Rong, what are you talking about?" She laughed: "You have already guessed who did these things, and then practiced in front of me what to say after meeting her.
Bar."
Song Hongfeng gave Murong Rong a thumbs up, with a face full of praise: "The actions, expressions, words, and momentum just now were all very good. If you get in front of the other person and make them timid, you might just admit your mistake."
Murong Rong raised her lips a little and said softly: "I'm waiting for you to admit your mistake now. Song Hongfeng, you did all this. From the first time you saw me in the hospital, you started planning this
Everything. And you took the initiative to be friends with me just for the sake of convenience."
"Rong Rong, you are serious. I must tell you that what you are doing is extremely inappropriate. Although we are friends, I can understand your worries and anger now, but if you really regard me as the murderer,
If you come to accuse me, I will be very unhappy. So, enough is enough, okay?"
"Song Hongfeng, I have never met you before. I can say that there is no grievance or enmity. Since it is not a holiday between us, it is something else."
Murong Rong ignored Song Hongfeng and said directly: "It's because of Rong Jiuci, you like Rong Jiuci. Do you think that Ye Wanxin and Rong Jiuci have terminated their engagement, and it's your turn as the daughter of the Song family?"
"I told you, I would be really angry..."
"You don't have to deny it."
Murong Rong interrupted Song Hongfeng, who got closer to her and said, "I called Rong Jiuci before I came here. Rong Jiuci said that you did confess to him and said you wanted to marry him."
Song Hongfeng's expression suddenly changed. She stopped pretending and her expression turned cold: "I didn't expect that Ninth Brother would even tell you such a thing."
Murong Rong looked at Song Hongfeng's sudden change in face, without the slightest surprise: "So, it is indeed you."
Song Hongfeng didn't speak. She opened the drawer beside her, took out a small square box, and turned on its switch.
Seeing Murong Rong looking at him coldly, she smiled and explained: "This is a signal jammer."
"What if, if you carry a voice recorder with you and record everything I say, wouldn't I be cheating myself?"