Maybe it fell there when I was fighting with Yin Zai.
No matter if he dropped it, the ring should have been returned to him long ago.
Back at the apartment, Tang En had gotten up early and was sitting numbly in the living room.
Seeing Murong Rong return, Tang En's dull expression showed no emotion or anger, "Where are you going? Where is Raymond?"
Murong Rong knew that he was angry. The angrier he became, the more indifferent he became to her.
She didn't hide it from him: "I went to Huanyan's workshop with Raymond. Raymond was a little injured and was at his woman's place."
boom--
Tang En punched the coffee table hard, breaking it in the middle, and bright red blood flowed from his clenched fists due to the heavy blow.
"Why go with him?" Tang En looked at the blood flowing from his fist. His hand hurt, but it couldn't compete with the pain in his heart. "Rong Rong, in your heart, who am I? Can't even compare to Raymond?"
"
"Twain, if you knew I was going to the workshop, you would never let me go, so I didn't tell you. Our task has been delayed again and again, and I'm worried that the headquarters will pursue it sooner or later."
Tang En looked at her, the injury in his eyes was worse than the injury on his hands, "Why don't you always listen to me?"
"I'm sorry." Murong Rong turned her head guiltily.
"Every time you say sorry, is it that my worries are so irrelevant to you and not worth mentioning? You think about everyone, but you never think about me, right?
"
"I'm tired." Murong Rong walked towards the bedroom tiredly.
Behind him, Tang En's sad voice was still as tender as before, "Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine, it's just that Raymond suffered some superficial injuries," Murong Rong said in a low voice.
"Have they discovered your identities?"
"No." Murong Rong turned her back to him and said insincerely.
"That's good. You go back and rest, and I'll make soup for you."
Murong Rong closed the door, blocking out the tenderness that she couldn't bear.
Tang En really shouldn't be so nice to her, she doesn't deserve him at all.
What did he ask her to do to repay his kindness to her?
I lay in bed, having not slept all night, but not sleepy at all. I opened my eyes, watching the sun rise slowly in front of the window, watching the sunlight shine into the room from the window sill little by little.
At twelve o'clock, the phone next to the bed rang.
Murong Rong, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly woke up.
She lazily took the phone, and when she saw that the phone number was from country y, she hurriedly sat up.
"Hello."
"Helen, how did you complete the mission?" There was a soft and cold voice over there. Every word and every sentence was spoken lightly, as if to avoid scaring people. However, there was a chill in the airy tone.
.
Helen, this name was given to her by him.
Murong Rongqiang calmed down and did not let any flaw appear in his tone. "We already have some ideas. I believe it will be a complete success soon."
There was a voice of appreciation from the other side, "Okay, very good, I knew you wouldn't let me down, but you still have to hurry up, your son is sick."
"Yuan'er, how is he sick?" Murong Rong felt panic in her heart, and even her voice couldn't help but tremble.
"It's okay for now. I'll give you another month. Within one month, you must bring back something that satisfies me."
The phone hung up for a long time, and Murong Rong was still holding the phone uneasily.
Although she is a member of the Dongrong Association and works hard for the interests of the Dongrong Association and the financial group behind it, she never wants her son to take this path, so she has been trying her best to isolate Yuan'er from them, but how could the president do this?
Any idea where her son lives? Is he sick?
Could it be that when she returned to Yicheng, her son was taken away by the president?
When she thought about this possibility, Murong Rong became restless.
After hanging up the phone, he casually took a shower, put on his work clothes, and walked out of the living room. Raymond came back at some point and was resting on the sofa. The wound on his arm had been tied up.
Tang En was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron.
Murong Rong walked to the kitchen and said to Tang En, "Let's talk about the next plan."
When Raymond in the living room heard this, he immediately opened his eyes and looked coldly at Murong Rong, who was dressed in professional attire. "Do you still want to go to work?"
The three of them were sitting in the living room, each with their own thoughts.
Tang En asked: "Tell me honestly, did they find out your identity last night?"