Rong Jiuci looked cold and noble, with no expression on his handsome face.
Ji Baibai was shocked. She never expected that Rong Jiuci would come.
Ji Baibai quickly sat down in front of the giant Buddha: "Mr. Rong, what's the reason for you coming backstage now?"
"No."
Two words ended the conversation.
Sensing the man's body temperature getting lower and lower, Ji Baibai finally couldn't hold it any longer.
"What, let me go out and see if I can help you?"
She patted Murong Rong's shoulder hard, made a cheering gesture, and ran away quickly.
Although Murong Rong always felt that she was not worthy of Rong Jiuci, she always felt that Rong Jiuci, as An An's biological father, was the best choice.
Then, there were only two people left in the dressing room backstage.
The air became quieter and quieter, and the atmosphere was so silent that it was almost solid.
Murong Rong felt a little uncomfortable. Just when he was about to speak, Rong Jiuci suddenly stood up and strode to Murong Rong.
"Murong Rong, don't you have anything to say?"
"say what?"
Murong Rong was a little confused. She realized that the distance between the two people was too close, and she couldn't help but retreat.
However, as soon as she moved, her waist was restrained.
"Mr. Rong?" Murong Rong felt a little uncomfortable and reminded: "This is a public place. It's not appropriate for you to be seen like this."
Rong Jiuci couldn't help but sneer when he saw Murong Rong trying to avoid suspicion with him: "Inappropriate? Now you know it's inappropriate? When you hugged me and asked me to marry you, why didn't you say it was inappropriate?"
Murong Rong's face suddenly turned red, and she felt ashamed and ashamed.
That day, she was so angry that she couldn't help but say such words.
"Mr. Rong, I..."
As soon as Murong Rong opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Rong Jiuci.
Rong Jiuci said: "Explain it, the one who is more important than your lover, the one who finally met again after four years of separation. Murong Rong, I will give you a chance to explain."
Rong Jiuci said to give Murong Rong a chance to explain, but his voice became colder and colder, as if it had been tempered by ice.
That murderous look showed that he would never give up if Murong Rong didn't give him a perfect explanation.
In fact, Murong Rong didn't want to answer, especially with Rong Jiuci's questioning attitude.
But this person is Rong Jiuci, the person she is begging and coaxing now, and whoever makes An An's life depends on him.
So he took a deep breath and said, "I'm talking about An'an."
"An'an?" Rong Jiuci was slightly startled.
"Yeah." Murong Rong looked up at Rong Jiuci and said with a smile: "Rong Jiuci, you don't understand how important An An is to me."
Rong Jiuci looked down at Murong Rong.
Her pink lips raised, revealing a smile, and her stretched brows were filled with tenderness like water.
Rong Jiuci wanted to say that Murong Rong would not understand how beautiful she was at this moment.
Rong Jiuci was dazed for a moment, and then came back to his senses after a while.
The anger in his heart had calmed down, leaving only some lingering anger.
Rong Jiuci ordered: "Since you are referring to your daughter, let's make it clear. Don't say such words to misunderstand me again. Do you hear me?"
Murong Rong looked confused: "What is causing misunderstanding?"
Rong Jiuci grasped her waist with his big hand, exerted a slight force, and said displeasedly: "I asked you, did you hear it?"
"Listen...I heard..." Although he didn't know why Rong Jiuci was so crazy, he looked at him as if he wanted to bite someone and answered quickly.
Rong Jiuci's expression became visibly gentle. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on Murong Rong's forehead: "Be good."
Murong Rong's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, her eyelids raised, and she looked at Rong Jiuci in astonishment.
She didn't think there should be this cherished kiss between them.
At this moment, Murong Rong wanted to ask Rong Jiuci, did he know what he meant by doing this?
But she didn't speak after all.
Rong Jiuci kept leaning forward and looked at Murong Rong with lowered eyes.
From such a close distance, he could see Murong Rong's reddish cheeks and her round and big almond-shaped eyes, which were so bright that it looked like stars all over the sky were falling into them.
Stunningly beautiful,
Further down are her delicate lips, slender neck, delicate collarbones and the beautiful white beauty of her chest...
Rong Jiuci suddenly couldn't help it anymore and kissed Murong Rong.
Just when he was about to touch Murong Rong's lips, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Rong Jiuci should have ignored it, but Murong Rong in his arms had already fled away like a frightened little rabbit.
"Murong Rong, why are you running?" Rong Jiuci was very dissatisfied with Murong Rong's reaction.
"I didn't run away, I was just worried that it would affect Mr. Rong's official business." Murong Rong stammered, "Mr. Rong, if you have something to do, go and do it first."
Rong Jiuci was unwilling to leave at first, but when his cell phone rang again, he frowned when he saw the message sent by Yang Kaiqing.
"After the things here are over, go back early. An An is still waiting for you at home."
Murong Rong nodded casually, not even noticing how much Rong Jiuci's advice sounded like a family member, or rather like a husband...
Rong Jiuci left, and Murong Rong couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. She sat on the chair, thinking about Rong Jiuci's actions, and her cheeks couldn't help but turn red.
Did Rong Jiuci want to kiss her just now?
But why did he kiss her?
Intimate things like kissing should only happen between close people.
How close are she and Rong Jiuci?
Suddenly, Murong Rong felt a little confused.
Knock knock——
There was a knock on the dressing room door, and Ji Baibai said outside the door: "Rong Rong. I'm coming in."
"Okay." Murong Rong took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and let Ji Baibai come in.
After Ji Baibai came in, he glanced around the lounge.
She looked at Murong Rong, hesitated for a long time and then said: "Rong Rong, there is something I don't know whether to say or not."
"Say what you want to say."
"This is not a matter of whether you think about it or not." Ji Baibai looked at Murong Rong and looked at her doubtfully: "No, no, I still have to speak clearly."
Ji Baibai put down the clothes he was holding in his arms and came to Murong Rong: "Mr. Rong is gone."
"Um."
"You can just stay in the lounge for twenty minutes."
"Um."
"You've already packed it up. Even your clothes." Ji Baibai took a breath and said, "Sure enough, Mr. Rong looks handsome and strong, and he is actually a quick shooter."
Murong Rong: "..."
Ji Baibai sighed: "It's too... impossible to solve the whole set in such a short time."
She looked at Murong Rong and said: "Although I strongly recommended that you marry Rong Jiuci before, if he is in such a situation, forget it. You can't stay a widow for the rest of your life. The sacrifice is too great."