Rong Li slightly narrowed his delicate eyes, his temperament was cold and noble, "Father, I have my own sense of propriety."
As the only heir of the Rong family, Rong Li's outstanding performance in all aspects has always made Rong Shunian proud. He deeply understood that under his careful cultivation, his son was wiser and more cold-blooded than any other head of the Rong family.
, more unruly and unruly!
So he will never allow anyone to ruin the pride of the Rong family!
"Just be measured." Rong Shunian nodded, not minding his son's attitude that rivaled Millennium Ice. He put down the tea cup and rubbed his temples, "By the way, Wanfang said that your grandma will return to China soon. When you get there,
Remember to go home."
There was a cold look in the dark eyes. Rong Li put the empty wine glass back on the gorgeous and expensive coffee table. He made a low sound and said softly: "I understand."
The father and son had almost no communication except for official matters. After reminding his son, Rong Shunian did not stay any longer.
Rong Li returned to his desk, picked up his phone, and clicked on the newly received message.
A short line of words came into his eyes, and a layer of frost slowly formed in his eyes, as deep as a cold pool.
****
The movie was selected by Wenxin. It was a costume romance drama that had just been released. Jian Yao did not object. After buying a hot drink, he entered the movie with Wenxin. Compared with Rongli, who was taciturn and as cold as ice cubes, Jian Yao was the one in the fairy tale.
Prince, sunshine, humor, just because of him, boring movies become much more interesting.
As the sad and lingering ending song played, the two of them remained seated and waited until most of the audience left before going out.
"Want to eat something?" Jian Yao asked her.
"Are you hungry?"
“I suddenly want to eat steamed dumplings.”
“Steamed dumplings?”
"Yeah." Jian Yao narrowed his eyes, "Let's go, you treat me to a movie, and I'll treat you to something to eat."
The handsome men and beautiful women together are undoubtedly a beautiful scenery. The beautiful girl's stunning little face is smiling, like flowers in spring, glowing in the sunshine.
Across the street, two young and beautiful girls happened to see Jian Yao enter a very famous restaurant in Ningcheng with Wen Xin.
"Hey, isn't that Jian Yao next to my brother?" one of them said in surprise.
Pei Ruoya glanced at her, "Do you know him?"
"I've seen him a few times." Rong Peipei's delicate phoenix eyes flashed with disdain, "He is very annoying."
"Who is with him? Does he have a girlfriend?"
She seemed to be talking to herself, and Pei Ruoya's eyes flashed with confusion, "Don't you know that girl?"
Rong Peipei shook his head, "I just came back yesterday, and it has nothing to do with me who Jian Yao likes."
The only thing she cares about most is that person.
Hearing this, a hint of calculation flashed through Pei Ruoya's slightly lowered eyes, and her tone was gentle: "Her name is Wenxin, I told you before. She was your brother's female companion at my engagement party last time!"
Sure enough, as she expected, Rong Peipei's face suddenly changed when he heard the last sentence, and it could even be said to be a little ferocious, "Is what you said true?"
"yes."
Others may not notice it, but Pei Ruoya has clearly seen the admiration hidden in Rong Peipei's eyes every time she mentions her brother.
Rong Peipei is so narrow-minded that she gnashes her teeth even when she hears that someone likes Rong Li. If she is allowed to deal with Wen Xin, she can just sit back and watch unharmed.
"Your brother has always been very kind to her. I heard that last time our class went to Jingshan to see the maple leaves, but the bus broke down when they came back. Your brother found out and went to pick her up himself. At that time, one of her classmates accidentally hit her.
, Wen Xin sprained his feet, and your brother forcefully acquired that classmate’s company the next day because of this..."
She vividly described how doting and loving Rong Li was, and every additional word was like adding fuel to the fire. The crystal fingernails that Rong Peipei had so carefully painted even broke off.
"This bitch!" Rong Peipei's voice trembled with anger.