"So, you can ignore your own safety?" Hearing Rong Jiuci's dangerous voice, Murong Rong immediately lowered his head, looking pitiful as if he had done something wrong.
Rong Jiuci couldn't continue scolding, and grabbed Murong Rong's wrist: "Let's go, I'll take you back."
Murong Rong did not move: "I want to go to Ruili."
"Now you want to go to Ruili?" Rong Jiuci frowned, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Yeah, there's nothing wrong with me." Murong Rong insisted. This conversation was of great importance and she couldn't just give up.
Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong's insistent look, took a deep breath, and pointed at the Maybach beside him: "Get in the car."
Murong Rong subconsciously refused: "I can just drive there by myself."
Rong Jiuci's expression was dark: "Murong Rong, I must remind you now that I am informing you now and am not asking for your consent. You can only nod your head. Do you understand?"
"oh."
"boarding."
Murong Rong sat in the car obediently, and the driver immediately started the car without making any sound.
"Hand out."
Murong Rong looked confused: "What are you reaching for?"
"You're injured, don't you feel any pain?" Rong Jiuci poked the back of Murong Rong's hand angrily.
Only then did Murong Rong realize that the injury on the back of her hand was probably caused by carelessness when she took out the key just now.
"It's just a small injury...hiss..."
The wound on the back of her hand was poked, and she couldn't help but gasped: "It hurts."
Rong Jiuci said angrily: "So you still know it hurts. I thought you didn't know?"
As he said that, he took out a medical kit from the storage cabinet on the side and dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant.
Rong Jiuci obediently stretched out his hand when he saw Murong Rong, but felt dissatisfied again: "Don't you care about whether you can use this disinfectant now? Don't you really know what period you are in now?"
Murong Rong blinked and said doubtfully: "Why should I ask? You will take care of all this for me. I know you will never hurt me."
Murong Rong's voice was soft, but it immediately extinguished the anger in Rong Jiuci's heart.
The man snorted coldly: "Don't think that if you say a few nice words, today's matter will be over."
Although he said this, the expression on his face looked much better. He neatly treated the wound on the back of Murong Rong's hand and wrapped her hand with gauze.
"Okay, don't touch the wound with water for the next two days."
"I know."
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't know."
"Ah?" Murong Rong was a little confused. Why did Rong Jiuci change his voice?
Then, I heard Rong Jiuci say: "If you fail to do it, I will help you take a bath and wash you."
In Murong Rong's mind, the image of Rong Jiuci carrying her into the bathroom yesterday and then carrying her into the bathtub to take a bath suddenly emerged.
He obviously said that he would help her with cleaning, but what was the result?
She didn't even have ten minutes to take a bath. The rest of the time was spent by Rong Jiuci torturing her in different ways.
Murong Rong immediately said: "I will definitely take care of my wounds and will never trouble you."
No hassle at all.
Just when Rong Jiuci was about to speak, his cell phone rang.
The car was very quiet, and even Murong Rong, who was sitting next to him, could clearly hear the shadow's voice speaking at the other end.
Shadow said on the phone: "Chief, I just got the news that Ms. Li Xiuqin committed suicide."
…
As soon as the black Maybach parked at the entrance of the hospital, Murong Rong stumbled out of the car.
As soon as she took a step forward, Rong Jiuci grabbed her wrist.
"You can't run."
"My mother committed suicide! She is in danger now! I have to rush to her side immediately!"
"Then you can't run." Rong Jiuci's attitude was very firm. He picked up Murong Rong from the waist and said, "I will send you there."
Rong Jiuci moved her long legs and walked in a hurry.
This was supposed to be a romantic scene like an idol drama, but Murong Rong didn't feel it at all.
All she could think about was her mother.
Suicide, why did the mother commit suicide?
When Murong Rong was carried by Rong Jiuci to the door of the emergency room, the red light during the operation had already turned on.
The shadow and the people were waiting at the door.
He saw Rong Jiuci and Murong Rong coming and hurriedly came over to greet them.
Rong Jiuci immediately asked: "What's the situation now?"
Shadow shook his head: "I don't know yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the emergency room was opened, and a nurse came out and asked loudly: "Who are Li Xiuqin's family members?"
"I am."
Murong Rong hurriedly walked over.
The nurse immediately said: "Ms. Li's condition is very critical. This is a critical illness notice. Please sign it."
medical crisis notice?
These five words were like thunder, exploding in Murong Rong's ears. She didn't even know how she wrote her name.
Over the past year or so, she has signed a critical illness notice countless times.
But this kind of shock never diminishes because of the frequency.
And she probably would never get used to it.
"It'll be okay. My mother-in-law will be fine."
It wasn't until she was hugged by Rong Jiuci and listened to him whispering in her ear over and over again that Murong Rong realized that her whole body was trembling.
The fear in my heart surged up in waves like a tide.
She clutched the shirt on Rong Jiuci's chest tightly and murmured: "Rong Jiuci, my mother will be fine, right?"
"Well, nothing will happen. Rong Rong, you believe me."
"I believe you, my mother will be fine, she will be fine." Murong Rong closed her eyes and tears fell in clusters.
Rong Jiuci opened his suit jacket and held Murong Rong tightly in his arms. No matter how strong the wind and rain outside were, he would protect her tightly in his arms.
…
Ruili Magazine.
Song Hongfeng sat on the sofa, raising her wrist and watching the second hand ticking on the dial, and she also counted along with it.
"...Four, three, two, one."
When the second hand stopped at 12, she looked at the lounge that had not opened the door yet and couldn't help but smile on her face.
Murong Rong was late.
This means that this time her works and studio will never be featured in Ruili.
Also, Murong Rong has now gotten himself into the police station, and his reputation has been ruined. Let alone Ruili, any fashion magazine with some reputation will not welcome Murong Rong.
For them, strength is very important, and reputation is equally important.
Murong Rong and her bloom are finished.
Song Hongfeng couldn't help but reveal a cheerful smile.
"Editor-in-Chief Jane."
Hearing the voice of greeting coming from outside the door, Song Hongfeng immediately stood up, straightened her skirt, and greeted her elegantly.
"Editor-in-Chief Jane."
Jian You's eyes swept across the lounge and finally landed on Song Hongfeng.