Lin Qinghuan has always known that what she can see now is just the tip of the huge iceberg of the Rong family.

In addition, Mu Yun has always been low-key.

Lin Qinghuan always thought that she might be just an ordinary famous family, but she never expected that Mu Yun's background was so huge.

She didn't speak, and Rong Che could roughly guess what she was thinking.

Chen Shu breathed a sigh of relief and then reached out to her.

After a while, Lin Qinghuan came to his senses and later realized it and handed his hand to his palm.

Rong Che carefully held it in his hand, and his fingertips were caressed inadvertently, stroking the delicate and smooth skin on the back of her hand. After breathing a sigh of relief, he spoke again: "The gap between them is too deep. My father wants to go back and live with his mother. Most of the reason is to win over his grandfather's old subordinates who are still in the military and political circles. He may let Siyuan go back. Eighty-most felt that it was boring to watch someone he didn't like all day, just find something for himself."

Lin Qinghuan: “…”

Silent for a moment.

He hesitated, and after a while, he continued to ask: "Is that Mom wants Siyuan to go back, or..."

She wanted to speak but stopped, but Rong Che knew it very well.

He raised his lips and smiled, then said quietly: "Maybe they will do it."

After all, I want to see each other getting tired of each other.

As he said that, he let out a long sigh and changed the subject: "So, why bother, it's very sad to be stuck between two people..."

Lin Qinghuan: “…”

I don’t know if I feel sorry for Siyuan or I am complaining.

After all, it has been a day or two for Mu Yun and Rong Donglin. Rong Che is indeed indifferent now, as if nothing has anything to do with him.

But what about before?

In the past... he might not be able to control the balance well, right?

So……

Is he like her, and he can never let go of these things?

However, it was the matter between his parents, and it involved a lot of political interests. She had not even handled her own affairs clearly, so she naturally did not want to be tied to other things.

Of course, Rong Che didn't feel like letting those become her burden.

After a while of silence, he reached out and groped to hold her wrist, breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly spoke: "You must be careful too..."

Lin Qinghuan: "..." He looked up at him silently and hesitated for a while, but he could not figure out the true meaning of Rong Che's words.

He looked up at him, and his beautiful eyebrows twisted inadvertently.

"You..." He opened his mouth and stopped talking for a long time. Finally, he said: "What does it mean?"

Rong Che's thin lips were slightly opened, his clear eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, and his fingertips were accompanied by a thin calluse rubbed casually against the delicate skin on the back of her hand. After pondering for a moment, he spoke lightly: "Be careful of Song Chi."

Lin Qinghuan: “…”

The heart seemed to be hit hard by something, dull and uncontrollable, and the ups and downs between the eyebrows became more obvious: "Why?"

Rong Che had nothing to hide about this: "He has always known your father's whereabouts, and many things are unrelated to him..."

Lin Qinghuan's eyes drooped slightly, long and silent.

After hesitating for a long time, he spoke again: "Then why did you let Siyuan be with him? Siyuan..." Lin Qinghuan's tone was obviously a little anxious, and even a little at a loss.

Rong Che took her wrist and hugged her in his arms, carefully blocking her, patting her back with a wide palm, and comforting quietly: "The reason I let Siyuan be with him is because Siyuan will not be injured because he did something or concealed anything, but..."

You are different.

Lin Qinghuan and Siyuan have always been different in their dependence on emotions.

So some things are nothing to Siyuan, but for Lin Qinghuan, they are likely to be a fatal blow.

Besides...

"It's also because Siyuan is willing to stay with him, maybe... maybe this

For us, it may not be beneficial."

"But……"

Lin Qinghuan wanted to say something, but for Rong Che, he obviously couldn't care about so much: "No but, there would be no but, believe me." His voice was slightly heavy, and inadvertently, he was a bit tired and hoarse.

"and……"

His voice was heavy, as low as dust.

He talked to himself, as if he was talking to Lin Qinghuan, and seemed to say to himself again: "Even if we are family, there are always times when we can't see through it. They may also have their own ideas. We can't control them or change them. They either believe or accept them, and there is no choice."

Lin Qinghuan was silent.

Even the mood gradually calmed down.

Jing leaned in Rong Che's arms, as if the world had never been as peaceful as it was now.

*

Songchi Villa.

The moon was cold, and he casually placed it on the railing of the terrace. The other hand and the fingers were brightly linked, with orange-red fireworks, faintly drawing a perfect arc in the night sky and landing on the ground. The sparks scattered and eventually all disappeared into the darkness.

Turning around and walking towards the room, pushing away the partition screen between the room and the balcony.

In the room with light blue decoration tones, Rong Siyuan slept peacefully with the doll made by Lin Qinghuan.

The warm yellow bedside lights are still on, soft but not dazzling.

I walked over and sat down beside the bed, staring at me gently, and it took me a long time before I got up and left.

Downstairs, the doctor and Liu Ma have arrived.

Song Chi got down from the upstairs and tidied up her coat while saying, "I'll go out, please be careful. If you have any questions, please notify me immediately."

Naturally, Dr. Xu and Ma Liu didn't dare to say anything more.

Liu's mother was originally in the Rong family to take care of Rong Siyuan's life, but for some reason, the young master insisted on her coming here, although it was the same...

But Liu's mother always felt that Song Chi seemed to be even more nervous than the young master.

Every day, he is either by his side or Dr. Xu and her. Anyway, there are always people around him who are 24 hours a day.

But to be honest, there is no need to be like this at all.

However, it doesn't matter.

After all, the young master's health is not very good at all, so it is natural to take care of him more.

Song Chi settled down and went out directly.

On the must-pass way to the villa area to the city, a black Bentley parked horizontally on the way from the villa area to the city main line.

Song Chi's car drove over from afar, and slowly stopped in front of the car.

He did not rush to get out of the car, but sat in the car and watched the person opposite him lower the window before he moved again.

Untie the seat belt tied to your body, open the door and get out of the car.

It is already deeper, and there are very few vehicles coming and going between villas, so there is no need to worry about whether it will cause inconvenience to people.

Walk to the front of the car and stop, and be separated from the body of the car.

After a while, the man got out of the car.

His eyes fell on the man's face, slowly staring at him for a while, then he sneered with his eyebrows and eyes: "Does Mr. He look down on me so much? He is willing to put down his figure and come to see me in person?"

I originally went out to see him, but I didn't expect...

OK, it saves time.

In an instant, his face, which was originally gentle and calm, became extremely gloomy. He clenched his fists and punched him hard in the face unexpectedly.

He Yan took two steps back without any force.

Behind him was his car, and he could barely stand firmly by holding his palm on the body.

However, he stood firm and had not even reacted. When he turned to look at Song Chi, the gun in his hand was already pressed against his shoulder.

"you……"

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard a bang.

The bullet passed through the shoulders, and blood was soaked into the clothes little by little.

"Oh!"

He Yan caught off guard

He sneered, then took the gun in his hand away, pulled out the magazine, and threw it directly to the ground.

Song Chi gritted his teeth and endured it, his forehead covered with dense sweat.

He Yan saw it, but he didn't care at all.

He smiled faintly, the curve of the corners of his lips was full of sarcasm: "You are so different from your father!"
To be continued...