Song Hongfeng gritted her teeth. She had known Rong Jiuci for so long. When had she ever seen Rong Jiuci, who was like a god, be so gentle?
She felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart, but it was a rare opportunity to have such close contact with Rong Jiuci, so she couldn't bear to give up, so she followed him.
When the three people came down from upstairs, the black Maybach was already waiting on the roadside, and the driver stood respectfully aside.
Seeing Rong Jiuci coming with Murong Rong, he immediately opened the car door.
After Murong Rong got into the car under Rong Jiuci's care, Song Hongfeng also planned to get in, but was stopped by Murong Rong.
Murong Rong said apologetically: "Hongfeng, I'm sorry, the seats in the back are full, please sit in the passenger seat."
Song Hongfeng looked at the spacious back seat and couldn't help but call out Brother Nine.
Rong Jiuci said calmly: "Get in the car."
Song Hongfeng had no choice but to sit in the driver's seat reluctantly.
Back row.
Just as Rong Jiuci got into the car, Murong Rong leaned over and said, "I didn't take a nap at noon today. I want to close my eyes and squint for a while. When we get to Yuji later, please remember to call me."
"Okay, go to sleep."
Rong Jiuci took out a blanket from the locker nearby and covered Murong Rong's body.
Song Hongfeng looked at Rong Jiuci's thoughtful treatment of Murong Rong in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but want to say: "Brother Jiu..."
"Shh!"
Rong Jiuci interrupted Song Hongfeng and said unhappily: "Rong Rong is sleeping, don't make any noise."
All Song Hongfeng's words were stuck in his throat.
She took a deep breath and told herself, don't be angry, don't care, Brother Jiu would be so kind to Murong Rong, all for the sake of the child in her belly.
The Rong family had very few heirs, so they attached so much importance to the child in Murong Rong's belly.
Song Hongfeng repeatedly hypnotized herself in this way to keep herself calm.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the door of Yuji.
Song Hongfeng swore in her heart that if Murong Rong dared to pretend to be asleep on purpose to show off his importance to her, she would not be polite.
But this time Song Hongfeng guessed wrong. As soon as the car stopped, Murong Rong opened his eyes.
She stretched and said lazily: "I slept really well, thank you, dear."
As he spoke, he raised his head and pressed his red lips to the corners of Rong Jiuci's lips.
Rong Jiuci's eyes were a little deep, and his strong arms tightened around Murong Rong's waist. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, he heard Murong Rong say in an apologetic tone: "I just woke up, I thought I was the only one."
Jiuci, I forgot you were sitting in the driver's seat, Hongfeng, I'm sorry, I made you laugh."
Song Hongfeng gritted her teeth and said with a fake smile, "It doesn't matter."
She took a deep breath without leaving any trace and told herself not to be fooled.
Murong Rong did it on purpose, and that was all she did.
However, Song Hongfeng was soon slapped in the face.
A few minutes later, several people entered Yuji.
A graceful waiter wearing a cheongsam led them to the arranged box.
As soon as they sat in the private room, the waiter in the store brought the menu to them.
"Dear guest, please order."
As he said this, he took three menus and sent them over.
Murong Rong did not answer, but raised his chin at Rong Jiuci: "Let him order. He knows all my preferences."
The waiter responded and handed the menu to Rong Jiuci.
Rong Jiuci looked through the menu, and the dishes he ordered were indeed Murong Rong's favorites.
Finally, he added: "Don't put ginger in the seafood porridge. She doesn't like the taste of ginger."
The waiter hurriedly wrote it down.
Murong Rong was very satisfied with Rong Jiuci's performance. She turned her head, supported her chin with her hand, looked at Song Hongfeng and said, "Hongfeng, our dishes have been ordered, it's your turn."
Song Hongfeng said: "Please ask Brother Ninth to do it for you."
Then he handed the menu to Rong Jiuci.
Murong Rong raised her hand to block it, and said with a smile: "That's not okay. He ordered food for me. That is my right as a wife. It is not appropriate for you to be a friend. I will misunderstand him."
When Song Hongfeng heard this, she couldn't help gritting her teeth, but she still had a smile on her face: "Rong Rong, you are too stingy. You are so sensitive that Brother Jiu will feel that you don't trust him. Women can't take men too seriously.
If it happens, it will cause him to have a rebellious mentality, which will actually affect the relationship between the two people."
Murong Rong turned to look at Rong Jiuci: "Do you think I don't trust you? Will you rebel? If I look at you so closely, will it affect our relationship with you? Rong Jiuci, will you divorce me because of this?
?"
Rong Jiuci glared at her: "What are you talking about? If you say the word divorce again, I will deal with you."
Murong Rong stuck out his tongue and said, "That's what I'm asking."
Rong Jiuci snorted, obviously very dissatisfied. He turned to look at Song Hongfeng. This was the first time he looked at Song Hongfeng after entering the box. He said: "Since you call me Brother Jiu, you will still call me Rong from now on."
Sister-in-law Rong Jiu is better."
The smile on Song Hongfeng's face suddenly froze.
Murong Rong seemed to have just discovered: "Yes, Hongfeng, you should change your name to Sister-in-law Ninth. Now, you should change your name to Sister-in-law Ninth in front of your Ninth Brother."
Song Hongfeng finally managed to suppress her temper and didn't splash the tea in her hand on Murong Rong's face. I really don't know where she got the face to call her sister-in-law.
But she didn't dare.
She didn't dare to ruin her image in front of Rong Jiuci.
So I could only pinch my palms fiercely and whisper, "Sister-in-law Ninth."
Murong Rong looked confused: "Jiuci, did someone speak just now? I didn't hear it."
"you……"
When Song Hongfeng saw Rong Jiuci looking at her, she could only take a deep breath and raise her voice: "Sister-in-law Jiu!"
"Yes." Murong Rong nodded with a smile, and said with a gentle face: "I have no preparations today. I will give you a red envelope another day."
"No."
"Yes." Murong Rong insisted: "After all, what does it mean to call me sister-in-law and not give me a greeting gift?"
Song Hongfeng was speechless for a moment, and Murong Rong ignored her.
At this time, the ordered dishes were also delivered.
Murong Rong was already a little hungry, which was not a good thing for a pregnant woman, as she would get hungry quickly.
Murong Rong started to eat. One moment she directed Rong Jiuci to peel shrimps for her, another moment she served soup, and another moment she picked up vegetables.
Rong Jiuci also took care of Murong Rong patiently.
Song Hongfeng couldn't help but tighten her chopsticks.
"Ouch."
Murong Rong suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong?"
Upon hearing Rong Jiuci's question, Murong Rong said pitifully: "My leg is cramped. It hurts so much."
Rong Jiuci immediately took the towel and wiped his hands, then squatted down and massaged Murong Rong's legs.
"is it here?"
He asked Murong Rong while pressing her, and observed her expression.
"Calf, calf still hurts a little bit." Murong Rong's tone was coquettish. She thought that her appearance and behavior were very much like green tea.
Rong Jiuci immediately pressed his fingers on Murong Rong's calf while observing her expression and adjusting the strength at any time.
His behavior was natural and habitual, as if he had done it thousands of times.