When Murong Rong and Rong Jiuci returned to Dijingyuan, the lights in the living room were on, but Mrs. Xiang, who was supposed to be in the living room, was not there.
Murong Rong asked somewhat strangely: "Where's Sister-in-law Xiang? Didn't she go home to rest only the day after tomorrow?"
"I gave Mrs. Xiang a holiday in advance."
Rong Jiuci hugged Murong Rong from behind: "You agreed to ask me tonight. I can't let you down, let alone give you this opportunity."
Murong Rong remembered what Rong Jiuci had just said in the living room, and her whole body turned red: "I'm hungry and want to have dinner."
"Well, I'm hungry too."
Rong Jiuci kissed Murong Rong's earlobe from behind, and the hot and wet feeling made her whole body tingle.
"Rong Jiuci!"
Murong Rong's eyes seemed to be filled with water, and his voice sounded more like he was trembling.
"Well, I'm here."
Rong Jiuci's voice was very low, with a lingering whisper, and she took off Murong Rong's dress little by little.
"my stomach……"
Murong Rong was patient at first, but after a while, she finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you."
Following Rong Jiuci's words, the wind and rain fell more urgently.
Murong Rong was like a small boat that could only drift with the current.
After everything was over, Murong Rong no longer had the strength to glare at Rong Jiuci.
"I'm hungry……"
"good."
Rong Jiuci wrapped Murong Rong in his own clothes.
His shirt was so big that when worn on Murong Rong, it could almost be used as a skirt.
Her blushing face, messy hair, collarbones were full of traces of love, and her body was full of his scent.
All of this made Rong Jiuci's eyes suddenly darken, and he took a deep breath to suppress it.
He put Murong Rong on the chair and took the dishes on the table to the kitchen to heat them in the microwave.
Murong Rong held her chin up and watched Rong Jiuci busy in the kitchen. Her heart suddenly became quiet, full of security and relaxation.
This feeling is very fresh and has never happened before.
She never thought that one day, a man like Rong Jiuci would give her a sense of security.
But it does exist.
Murong Rong didn't know whether this was good or bad. Being completely dependent on a man was something she didn't dare to hope for a long, long time ago.
But now she doesn't feel any resistance.
When Rong Jiuci turned around, he saw Murong Rong smiling at him, his brows slightly raised: "Have you thought of something good?"
"you guess."
"You must be thinking of me." Rong Jiuci said matter-of-factly: "With me here, you can't think of anything else."
Murong Jiao snorted: "Shameless."
He said this without denying it.
Rong Jiuci glanced at Murong Rong in surprise. Murong Rong was shy, and she always had loud retorts when faced with her teasing online.
But now she is silent.
What does this mean?
There is no difference from the default.
Rong Jiuci didn't know what was going on in Murong Rong's mind to make her change like this, but this was undoubtedly good news.
He filled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Murong Rong: "Drink some soup first to warm your stomach."
After that, I put the shrimp in front of me and started peeling the shrimp.
Murong Rong refused: "I can do it myself."
Rong Jiuci avoided Murong Rong's hand and rejected her.
He looked at her and lectured: "Your hands are not meant for this kind of thing, you know?"
As he said that, he put the peeled shrimp on the plate in front of Murong Rong.
Murong Rong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what do my hands do?"
"Serve me." Rong Jiuci whispered in her ear: "Your hands are thick, and it will be uncomfortable when you serve me."
Murong Rong was stunned for a moment before realizing the meaning of Rong Jiuci's words. She couldn't help but slap Rong Jiuci hard: "Speak carefully!"
Rong Jiuci smiled lowly and stopped teasing Murong Rong.
Since becoming pregnant, Murong Rong's taste has changed a lot. Many of the things she liked to eat before are no longer her favorites.
However, Rong Jiuci never put a dish she didn't like on her plate.
Murong Rong was a little embarrassed to be served like this, so he also brought some dishes to Rong Jiuci.
Rong Jiuci only opened his mouth: "Feed me."
"Eat it yourself."
Rong Jiuci refused, and Murong Rong had no choice but to put the food into his mouth.
Murong Rong always thought that feeding was weird, but now that it was her turn to do it, she felt it was natural.
It seems to be the most normal and heartwarming thing.
This meal took a long time, and by the time Murong Rong put down his chopsticks, it was already past nine o'clock.
"Are you full? Do you want another piece of beef?"
Murong Rong shook his head repeatedly: "No, I'm very full."
"That's good."
Rong Jiuci said as he bent down and picked up Murong Rong in the air.
Murong Rong couldn't help but exclaimed: "Rong Jiuci, what are you doing? Put me down quickly!"
"Don't let me go. You forgot, you promised to beg me properly before, but you didn't even put on your shirt, so what do you mean by begging me properly, don't you think so?"
"..."
She didn't expect that Rong Jiuci still remembered it.
"I left those clothes in the studio."
"I know, so I brought it back."
"But I just had enough."
"Well, you said, so you should exercise. This is good for your body."
Murong Rong was speechless: "Are you exercising?"
"Then what am I?"
Rong Jiuci opened the bedroom door and walked in. He placed Murong Rong on the bed, holding his arms on both sides of the bed: "Tell me."
"you……"
Murong Rong leaned his body back, snorted and said, "You are just trying to be a hooligan."
Rong Jiuci laughed: "Since Madam has given you the order, I will obey it."
"Rong Jiuci!"
Murong Rong couldn't help but scream, and then her voice suddenly dropped.
She acted coquettishly and begged for mercy, but Rong Jiuci refused to let her go no matter what.
That night, Murong Rong put on and took off the clothes she wore countless times.
Each time, Rong Jiuci saw a different scenery, and each scenery made Rong Jiuci unable to stop.
When all the storms were over, Murong Rong was already paralyzed from exhaustion. She just collapsed in Rong Jiuci's arms, not even wanting to move a finger.
Rong Jiuci was a little dissatisfied: "I'll ask Assistant Yang to sign you up for a yoga class for pregnant women tomorrow. Your physical strength is really bad."
It was obvious that he was the one who was doing the hard work and Murong Rong was the one enjoying it, but in the end, she was so tired. Is that okay?
Murong Rong couldn't help but rolled his eyes, what kind of nonsense is this?
Rong Jiuci's eyes suddenly dimmed.
Murong Rong was shocked. She really couldn't do it a second time. She quickly grabbed Rong Jiuci's hand.
"Jiuci, let's talk."
"What did you say?" Rong Jiuci kissed the back of Murong Rong's hand, her voice already a little careless.
"I'm curious about something. Why did you ask my mother to spend one million to buy Lishui Bay?"
One million is not a small number to many people, but to Rong Jiuci it is nothing.
In order to make her sign for marriage with peace of mind, he gave her tens of billions of assets without blinking an eye. There was no reason for him to pester her with this million.
Rong Jiuci was not surprised at all that Murong Rong mentioned this matter. He put his arms around Murong Rong and asked, "Why do you think it is?"