【６９书吧-ＷＷＷ-ＷＷＷ.６９ＨＵＵＣＭ】"Mr. Rong, it's time for lunch. I've reserved a seat for you at your favorite Western restaurant." When the secretary knocked on the door, Mumu was still doing push-ups.
Two hundred and twelve, two hundred and thirteen.
Rong Shen raised his eyebrows, a narrow light flashed in his narrow eyes, "Order me a takeaway."
"Yes, Mr. Rong."
The aroma of the food wafted up, and Mumu's sense of smell was immediately attracted. She did hundreds of push-ups. She was tired and hungry, but this man feasted in front of her, and her conscience was probably eaten by the husky.
Rong Shen casually selected the attractively colored pork ribs while deliberately making a sound of relish while eating.
"Hey, I'm going to eat, capitalist." Mumu finally couldn't bear it anymore. The bourgeoisie must also feed the people when they exploit them.
"You're not allowed to go until you're done."
"you..."
Rong Shen walked up to him with a lunch box and sat leisurely on the sofa. "Do you want to eat? It's not impossible. I happened to buy an extra one here."
On purpose, absolutely on purpose!
"Tell me the conditions."
Damn capitalist, don't even think about getting any benefits from him unconditionally.
"Dance for me."
"The semen has entered your brain, right?" Mumu was very ambitious. He got up from the ground in a hurry, patted the invisible dust on his body, and raised his pointed chin, "Capitalist, I solemnly inform you...
"
He made a gesture of listening.
She just didn't dare to say "I won't do it anymore".
Rong Shen crossed his slender legs, shook the press card in his hand, and smiled so hard, "No more??"
She was mute and stared at her baby bitterly. Without it, she could not move even an inch.
"What did you want to solemnly inform me just now?" He tilted his head, with a cunning light shining in his beautiful eyes under the smooth hair on his forehead.
Mumu gritted her teeth, suppressed her blush, and after working hard for a long time, she said spinelessly: "I solemnly inform you...you can dance as long as you want."
"Good girl."
He deliberately placed the ID on the coffee table so that she could see it and out of reach.
"If you finish dancing, you have to return your press pass to me."
"No no, after the dance is over, you just have food to eat. There are still one hundred and one to go, and you still have to finish it."
Mumu cursed in his heart, the hateful capitalist, who can even count the people's needles and threads so clearly, he can just die!
She lay down and continued to do push-ups. The will of the people cannot be defeated and overturned, so she fought with him.
Seeing her struggling to continue doing push-ups with her slender limbs, Rong Shen raised his eyebrows. The little girl was quite stubborn.
"Four hundred and ninety-nine, five hundred."
After shouting the last two numbers, Mumu Haizhe collapsed on the floor. Even if there was a pile of gold bars in front of her, she didn't have the strength to take it.
"Hey, are you dead?" Rong Shen kicked her with his toe.
She closed her eyes, and the sweat on her forehead fell drop by drop on the dark brown floor, like a stranded fish, only breathing out but not in.
"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door, and a slender man leaned against the door, crossing his arms and looking at the two rather strange people in front of him.
"Did I go to the wrong place?"
Rong Shen glanced at him angrily, "Back."
"I have successfully completed Mr. Rong's mission and returned in triumph." Zhou Jun walked to the coffee table with elegant steps, glanced at the small ball curled up on the floor with interest, and asked with a smile: "How does Mr. Rong like to do it now?"
SM’s tune?”
"Get out." Rong Shen rolled his eyes at him angrily and said to Mumu, "Take your press card and leave within five minutes, or else..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mumu got up quickly. She grabbed her press pass with quick eyes and quick hands, and jumped out like a rabbit under the surprised eyes of Rong Shen and Zhou Jun.
When he walked to the door, he seemed unwilling to give in. He stretched his head over again and pointed his middle finger at Rong Shen, "Capitalist, I wish your stock will plummet tomorrow."
The door slammed shut, and her provocative words seemed to linger in the air for a long time and refused to go away.
Zhou Jun poured a glass of red wine from the bar and tasted it leisurely. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Have you changed to a new flavor recently? Isn't this your style?"
He opened the drawer, took out the keychain and threw it in front of Zhou Jun, "Assistant Zhou, please help me investigate the boy in this photo."
"Love rival?" He raised his eyebrows deliberately and sarcastically.
Rong Shenxiao said, "I eat too much sea cucumbers and abalones, and occasionally I want to eat some small fish and shrimps. Although they are small, they are delicious."
"Sure enough, if you don't change your true nature as a playboy, you really won't be able to live without a woman."
"Wrong, wrong, wrong." Rong Shen corrected, wagging his finger, "It's women who can't live without me."
His secretary knew this very well, and Andy Mary wanted to ring up the phone at the secretary's desk.
"I admire Mr. Rong very much. He didn't push you to start a family. Give him a grandson as soon as possible."
"What do you think?"
Zhou Jun spread his hands. As the son of the Zhou family, he understood this deeply and immediately gave him a sympathetic look.
He picked up the keychain on the table, stared at the boy in the photo for a long time, and finally concluded, "They are a good match."
When Mumu returned to the hospital, she was carrying hot porridge brought back from outside. The little nurse looked at her from a distance and smiled, "Hey, big reporter, we are here to deliver love porridge again."
"Would you like a drink?"
"Don't dare, don't dare, my chance encounter will scold me."
Mumu rolled her eyes, didn't she just draw a portrait for her? You Yang's status in her heart soared like a rocket.
You Yang was sitting on the hospital bed with plenty of sunshine at noon, his legs slightly bent, a hanging needle hanging on one hand, and the other hand drawing something on the drawing board. A warm light shrouded his body, as if he was lost.
The fallen angel heard the footsteps. He raised his head from the sunlight, his brows and eyes were filled with tiny rays of sunlight, "Have you eaten?"
Mumu raised the pocket in his hand and said, "Let's eat together."
She took off the drawing board on his lap and put it aside. She reached out and touched the back of her hand, which was always cold due to being exposed to water for a long time. "Are you feeling better today?"
"Much better." He held her hand with his right hand and said with a smile: "Let me guess, what did you buy today? It must be lean meat porridge, right?"
"Oh, it's so boring. I guess right every time." Mumu was so angry that she stamped her feet.
You Yang stroked her hair lovingly, with tenderness and sweetness in his eyes, "Little stupid pig, because you always buy lean meat porridge and shrimp porridge."
"Aren't you smart enough?" She opened the convenience bag with a smile and took out the porridge, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, it's hot."
"You eat too."
"Together."
The two people each held a bowl of porridge and drank it face to face. They looked at each other and smiled from time to time. There were not many words, everything was said without saying anything.
In the evening, Mumu went to the doctor's office to listen to the condition analysis. Because she often came to the hospital, she was very familiar with the doctors and nurses.
"Uncle, just tell the truth." Faced with the doctor's hesitation, Mumu's heart has long been trained to be invulnerable to all kinds of poisons. She has accompanied You Yang to see doctors these years, and she has never experienced anything.
But when she really heard the deadline from the doctor, she still smiled with red eyes, "Doctor, this is not the final outcome. There will definitely be a plot twist, right?"