Rong Li held the bath ball full of bubbles in one hand and looked at the little girl's running back, a glimmer of light flowing in his dark eyes.
Wen Xin rushed back to the bed, pulled the quilt and buried herself in it, her pounding heart almost jumping to her throat.
unacceptable!
unacceptable!
Leaving him is too much!
While she was hiding under the quilt and complaining about the man's bad behavior, Rongli came back after taking a bath, turned off the light and went to bed, pulled away the soft warm quilt, and wrapped his long arms around her soft little body.
Into the arms.
In the darkness, he accurately found her lips, took a big bite, and when she whined, he said dangerously: "If you don't listen to me, I'll settle this debt with you in a few days!"
Wen Xin was frowning in pain. When she first heard that he wanted to settle the score, she was scared, but also felt aggrieved. He came back late at night and woke her up, first forcing her to serve him with her hands, and then giving him a bath. Isn't that enough?
?!
She wanted to protest, but was afraid of offending him. She was depressed for a while and muffled out: "You hate it!"
"What did you say?" The drunk man's reaction was a little slow, but he heard her muttering clearly, and his dark eyes became clear for a moment, "I hate it?"
She was fine at first, but as soon as he answered, the grievances of the cold war over the past few days came out, and Wen Xin's eyes turned red, "You are bad, you are annoying! You always bully me!"
Rong Li's mind was groggy. He was stunned for a moment, as if in deep thought, and rubbed her head with his big hand, "Did I bully you?"
"It's always been there." She sniffed and complained.
"always have?"
"always have!"
"So I hate it?"
"So you hate it!"
"..."
After waiting for a while, she didn't hear his answer. Wen Xin thought he was asleep, but he suddenly hugged her tightly and whispered: "I won't bully you anymore...be good...sleep..."
She pressed tightly against his warm chest, and heard his steady heartbeat in her ears. In the dark night, the corners of Wenxin's mouth slightly raised, "...Okay."
In fact, she knew that Rong Li's brain was numbed by alcohol, otherwise, given his temperament, how could he say such childish words!
When he wakes up, he will definitely forget everything that happened tonight.
But what does that matter?
As long as she remembers it.
****
Rong Li rarely slept until very late. When he woke up, his head was a little dizzy due to the aftermath of the hangover. He pinched the center of his eyebrows. His movement of raising his hands disturbed the warmth of his sleep. She closed her eyes and said "um"
, put her thin little arms on his waist, buried her head in his arms, rubbed her gently twice and then became quiet again.
Gentle Township, Tomb of Heroes.
With the cute little girl in his arms, he didn't get up as soon as he woke up as usual. He stroked her smooth hair with one hand. He closed his eyes and searched in his mind for the memories after returning last night. He was a little drunk at the time.
I was confused, and only a few fragments remained after a good sleep.
He vaguely remembered that they seemed...
"Dong dong dong." A knock on the door interrupted him. Rong Li frowned and glanced at the warmth in his arms. He gently took away her little hand, got out of bed and opened the door.
Aunt Qiao stood outside the door and said, "Master, the old lady and Miss Yao are here."
As soon as he heard the words Miss Yao, a cold light flashed across his eyes, "I know, I'll go down later."
"Master, just now...the old lady asked about Miss Wen." Aunt Qiao works for Rong Li, and she naturally has to report everything to the boss.
Rong Li frowned slightly, and the aura around him became even colder. Feeling his anger, Aunt Qiao was secretly frightened.
Why is the young master angry?
"You go down first."
After saying a cold word, Rong Li turned around and went back to the room. He glanced at the little man who was still sleeping on the big bed, and then went to the cloakroom to change clothes.
Downstairs living room.
Yao Yining sat elegantly on the sofa, looking around with her shining beautiful eyes. The luxury and delicacy of every place demonstrated the extraordinary status of the owner.
She lowered her eyes lightly, with a hint of self-mockery in her eyes.
If it weren't for the old lady's favor, she might never be qualified to step into this place.
But that woman could move in openly and even sleep with Rong Li every night. Whenever she thought of what they might do together, the jealousy in her heart would grow like weeds.
Wen Xin, why should she!
When Old Mrs. Rong saw Aunt Qiao coming downstairs, she asked, "Has Rong Li gotten up?"
Aunt Qiao said: "The young master will come down soon. The old lady and Miss Yao should sit down for a while first."
Since Aunt Qiao has been working in the villa, she must know something about Wenxin. Before Rong Li went downstairs, Mrs. Rong planned to ask about the situation, "Aunt Qiao, how is Wenxin like this person?"
Aunt Qiao was not stupid. She guessed the old lady's intention as soon as she heard it. "Wenxin is beautiful, has a gentle temper, and is polite to others. She is a good girl."
These words she said were all sincere, without any adulteration.
I heard Aunt Qiao call her Wenxin, and the Wenxin she described was beautiful, sensible, and had a great personality. She was completely different from the person described by Rong Peipei.
Her eyes fell on the side of Yao Yining's face, and there was a trace of doubt in the old lady's eyes. If what Aunt Qiao said was true, would Wen Xin be ambiguous with other men?
Aunt Qiao's praise of Wen Wen was something Yao Yining had not expected in advance. She praised Wen Wen's bitch so well that the old lady became suspicious. If the old lady saw Wen Wen and had a good impression of her... Yao Yi Ning secretly
Curse Aunt Qiao for being too talkative.
"Is everything you said true?" the old lady looked away and looked at Aunt Qiao and asked.
Aunt Qiao smiled and said: "Wenxin and I are not related, so why should I make up lies to deceive the old lady? Besides, if you don't believe it, you will know for yourself later."
The old lady thought for a while and nodded.
Yao Yining sweated secretly. The old lady was her only hope of marrying into the Rong family. If she lost her support, she would have nothing!
After thinking about it in her mind, she pursed her lips and smiled beautifully, "I think Peipei and I must have misunderstood what happened before, so we had some misunderstandings about Miss Wen." She looked at the old lady, her eyes sparkling and clear.
Ru Shui said, "Thankfully I'm here today. Brother Rong always has the best vision. I think this time, maybe grandma will be able to have a granddaughter-in-law."
She cleverly turned her denigration of Wen Wen into a misunderstanding. Anyway, she just "recited" what she saw and didn't understand it personally. Who can blame her?
On the other hand, she spoke generously about her grandson's daughter-in-law, and her words were all for the sake of the old lady, which made the old lady feel a little guilty.
And...granddaughter-in-law?
"In my eyes, Yi Ning is the best candidate for our grandson's daughter-in-law." The old lady affirmed Yao Yi Ning's status straightforwardly, and then her voice became cold, "As for those little lovers, they are absolutely not qualified to enter."
The front door of the Rong family."
People often have preconceived notions. Yao Yining has always been well-behaved and sensible, and has won the favor of the old lady. Suddenly, there is a warmth, even if she has good character, but so what? She sold her body for money at a young age, just by virtue of
At this point, Wenxin will never have a chance to replace Yao Yining.
Aunt Qiao frowned slightly as she listened.
But this is a family matter of the Rong family, and it is not her turn as a servant to comment on it.
Yao Yining smiled shyly.
The last half of the old lady's words happened to fall into Rong Li's ears. He vaguely guessed something and frowned slightly.
He never likes anyone to interfere in his life!
"Brother Rong." Seeing the expressionless Rong Li, Yao Yining stood up and greeted with a smile.
Rong Lifeng's eyes were cold and he just nodded. He walked over and said hello to the old lady indifferently: "Grandma."
"Did you sleep well last night? Does your head hurt? Well, drinking is harmful to your health, and Mingzi doesn't know how to advise you." The old lady was concerned for a moment.
Rong Li raised his thin lips slightly, "I'm fine."
The old lady said to Aunt Qiao: "Go and bring the chicken soup."
Aunt Qiao went to the kitchen.
The old lady said: "Yi Ning made the chicken soup for you when she got up early in the morning. You must feel uncomfortable in your stomach after drinking so much wine yesterday. Drink some chicken soup to warm your stomach first."
Looking at Rong Li, Yao Yining said softly: "I have already removed the excess oil, so I won't feel tired."
What a considerate and good girl, and that Wenxin, she actually hasn’t gotten up yet from her sleep!
Comparing the two, Old Madam Rong hated the warmth even more.
Aunt Qiao brought a bowl of chicken soup over. It was steaming hot, rich in soup, and fragrant. Just smelling it made you hungry.
But Rong Li only glanced at it and then looked away, with no intention of eating.
The old lady glanced at Yao Yining, but didn't notice anything strange. In order to avoid being left in the cold again, she said, "Rongli, would you like to go home today? You see, last time you just had dinner and left."
The only thing the old man can use is the family card. Even though Rongli is naturally cold-blooded, she is his biological grandmother after all, and he respects her!
"good."
After the old lady took Yao Yining away, she caught a glimpse of the cold chicken soup on the coffee table. Rong Li told Aunt Qiao in a cold voice: "Take it and pour it out."
Aunt Qiao nodded in agreement.
****
After not sleeping well for several days, she finally found herself in a familiar embrace. This warm sleep was so sweet that she didn't even open her eyes until noon.
"Aunt Qiao, has Rong left him?"
"The young master has returned to Rong's house." Aunt Qiao said. According to Rong Li's intention, she did not tell her about the old lady's visit.
Wen Xin's hand stopped, and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, "Really? When did he leave?"
"An hour ago."
"Oh..." Wen Xin lowered his head and dug into his meal.
Aunt Qiao quietly observed her expression from the side, and came to the conclusion in her heart: Wen Xin, she probably likes the young master.
After lunch, Su Yiyi asked her to go shopping. She was bored at home anyway, so Wenxin agreed.
She called Rong Li and waited for a long time before she answered.
"What's the matter?" His voice sounded a little hoarse.
Wen Wen felt vaguely that something was wrong, but it was hard to ask, so she told him about shopping: "Rong Li, I want to go out and go shopping with my classmates in the afternoon."
"...Hmm." It took a few seconds for her to wait for his answer.
As if hearing the sound of water, Wen Xin finally couldn't help but ask: "Rong Li, are you feeling uncomfortable?"