Chapter 84 Qualifications to stand beside Rong Jiuci
Murong Rong was so frightened that she trembled, but finally raised her head under the man's aggression.
Her eyes fell on his handsome face: "You asked me why I didn't tell you this matter."
Murong Rong's tone was a little strange, with a hint of ridicule, which was nothing more than adding fuel to the fire for Rong Jiuci at this moment.
"Murong Rong!"
Murong Rong's face turned paler, but her eyebrows did not move. She said lightly: "What I want to tell you, Rong Jiuci, I never wanted to hide it from you."
Just as Rong Jiuci was about to speak, Murong Rong had already spoken.
"That day, Senior Brother Su told me that Master Lin Lanxin took a fancy to my talent and wanted to take me on as his disciple. I was ecstatic. Perhaps it was just like what you scolded me for, that I was greedy and lacked a human heart."
Murong Rong laughed at herself. What she didn't say was that the reason why she was so happy had a very secret thought.
She wants to study hard by Lin Lanxin's side, strive to go further and further in the field of fashion design, and finally become a glorious design master like her.
Only then can she protect her daughter and be qualified to stand by Rong Jiuci's side.
But this feeling was too secretive and she couldn't express it.
Murong Rong just said: "But, I really want to tell you this. You are An An's daddy, which is different to me after all. But I was interrupted when I opened my mouth. You simply
Don’t want to hear it.”
Rong Jiuci was about to ask her when he didn't want to hear it anymore, but then the scene of him pressing her down in the stairwell came to mind.
At that time, she looked very happy and seemed to want to say something, but his mind was filled with Murong Rong's smiling face towards Su Lengyu, and he was not interested in listening at all.
He also scolded her.
Rong Jiuci's mood calmed down a little, but the anger in his heart was still strong: "So, you have been having a bad temper for a week, and you don't even want to say it again?"
Murong Rong looked up at Rong Jiuci and said softly: "I'm just too busy."
"Is it even busier than me, the president of Rong Group?"
Listening to Rong Jiuci's sarcasm, Murong Rong lowered his eyelids and said nothing.
She was just sitting on the sofa, with Rong Jiuci's coat draped over her shoulders. Her thin figure looked a little pitiful.
No matter how much anger Rong Jiuci had, he had no place to express it in front of such Murong Rong, and in the end he just walked away.
As soon as Rong Jiuci left, Murong Rong couldn't hold it any longer and collapsed on the sofa like a puddle of water. She stared at the snow-white roof with her eyes wide open, the expression on her face was blank.
However, she quickly came to her senses, tidied her clothes, and prepared to leave.
As a result, when I reached the door, I was stopped back.
The bodyguard guarding the door said expressionlessly: "Miss Mu, Mr. Rong has given orders not to let you go out."
"I want to go back home. My daughter is still waiting for me at home."
"Miss Mu, you can call Mr. Rong."
Murong Rong could only call Rong Jiuci.
"Mr. Rong, I want to go back to see An An. Please ask them to let me go."
"An'an is also my daughter, I will worry about her."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Murong Rong called again, but Rong Jiuci didn't answer the phone.
Murong Rong had no choice but to wait in the living room.
Rong Jiuci was busy with the follow-up matters, and when he came back, he saw that Murong Rong had fallen asleep on the sofa.
Murong Rong, who was asleep, no longer had the stubbornness and irritability he had when he was awake. There were two black spots on his pale and pretty face, and his sleeping face could not hide the tiredness and haggardness.
What a stubborn and stupid woman.
He knew what Murong Rong was thinking, but he still had to say that she was so stupid. As long as she could please him, she wanted nothing.
Fame, status, and wealth are all in no way related to becoming a disciple of Lin Lanxin.
What's even more stupid is that he didn't even find out what happened to Lin Lanxin, so he just rushed in recklessly.
If he hadn't had someone check Murong Rong's whereabouts and rush there in time, with Ye Wanxin's temper, Murong Rong would have suffered a big loss this time!
Thinking that Ye Wanxin took off Murong Rong's clothes in public, Rong Jiuci felt very angry. Ye Wanxin was too willful and could not just let it go.
Suddenly Rong Jiuci's eyes narrowed and he saw the red and swollen marks on Murong Rong's face.
He immediately pushed away Murong Rong's hair that was scattered around her face, revealing a big slap mark on her face.
There is no doubt that he was beaten.
Rong Jiuci's expression suddenly turned cold.
Murong Rong was having a nightmare at the moment.
She dreamed that Ye Wanxin rushed towards her, tearing her clothes apart with her hands, and her cruel look made it clear that she wanted to ruin her reputation.
No.
don't want.
Murong Rong cried and begged for someone to help her, but there were so many guests, and every one of them praised her, but at this time, they all looked on with cold eyes.
Murong Rong could not help but despair.
At this moment, a chill came along with a burst of pain, and Murong Rong's consciousness gradually returned.
Only then did I realize that I had just been dreaming.
Murong Rong slowly opened her eyes and saw a man leaning over her, holding a cotton swab dipped in ointment to treat the wound on her face.
"do not move."
Rong Jiuci scolded and carefully applied the ointment to the slap marks on Murong Rong's face.
Murong Rong raised her eyelids and looked at Rong Jiuci's serious eyebrows. She didn't know why, but she felt a sudden soreness in her heart, and then her tears fell uncontrollably.
The next second, Murong Rong raised her hand to wipe her tears.
Her movements were so urgent and fast that a lot of ointment was wiped off her face.
Thinking of the man's scolding just now, Murong Rong felt a little embarrassed. She took a deep breath and smiled: "I want you to laugh. It's just a small injury on my face. I can take care of it myself."
As he said that, he reached for the cotton swab in Rong Jiuci's hand.
Rong Jiuci hid, avoiding Murong Rong's hand, facing her doubtful eyes, and couldn't help but sneer: "What? Do you want to just rub it on the wound a few times and then cancel my obligation to take care of you?"
Murong Rong said quickly: "That's not what I meant!"
"Then what do you mean?"
Murong whispered: "I just don't want to trouble you too much."
Rong Jiuci was not polite at all: "You have troubled me a lot, now you want to be polite?"
As soon as the man said this, even Murong Rong, who was thick-skinned than the city wall, couldn't help but blush, but he didn't move anymore.
After treating the wound, Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong's beautiful face and asked: "Murong Rong, don't you have anything else to say?"
When Murong Rong heard this, he raised his eyes and asked in a daze, "What did you say?"
"Of course you say what you want to say."
"Is that okay? Can I say anything?" Murong Rong's eyes lit up, with an expression of surprise and joy.
Rong Jiuci's eyes flashed back to the scene when Murong Rong proposed to him that night in the simple rental house.