his kisses are sweet

Chapter 77 Gu Shengge, are you still shameless? 2
Sheng Ge shuddered: "Remember."

"Then you should also remember that nothing was found at Gu Runian's place." Rong Jin paused: "Probably because the person who contacted them was not him at all, and the most direct cause of your brother's death back then was not because of blood The alcohol content is too strong, but the car he was driving was tampered with."

Although it had been many years, some clues were still found for him.

Who would that be?A graceful and luxurious face suddenly appeared in Shengge's mind.

There was a look of horror on her face, and she took a step back in disbelief: "How could it be her?"

Rong Jin's deep eyes fixed on her face: "Who?"

Sheng Ge pursed her lips: "I'm just guessing."

She drooped her eyelids, her heart turned a thousand times.

"Then don't talk about it." He sorted out the information, as if he knew her thoughts: "The police station will arrange manpower to investigate this matter, so don't act rashly."

Clenching his fists, Sheng Ge nodded: "I understand."

At this moment, the movements of Rong Jin's hands also came to an end, and he waved to her: "Let's go."

"Where are you going? I drove the car." Sheng Ge trotted after him.

After saying that, Rong Jin's eyes fell on her second-hand car. After riding it once, the only feeling was that it was extremely uncomfortable. He raised his eyebrows: "Choose a car."

In the car dealership, Sheng Ge pursed her lips and stared at the red Ferrari in front of her, "You let me drive this to work?"

Rong Jin was planning to order this F458 with the staff, and when he heard her words, he stopped and looked sideways at her: "You don't think it's good enough? How about another one?"

"No, I mean..."

"I think it's good, it suits you." He interrupted her lightly.

Let her drive a supercar to work?Sheng Ge said that she was very low-key: "I still like my second-hand car, it drives smoothly and is comfortable."

"When driving, the whole body is shaking, and the engine is beeping, is it comfortable?"

Sheng Ge: "..." How can a second-hand car worth tens of thousands compare with your Bentley Mulsanne?
He turned his head and signed the order without hesitation: "If you don't like it, just leave it. Our family does not lack a storage space, so don't feel guilty."

The staff looked at her enviously, as if she would be heinous if she didn't accept his favor.

"..." She gritted her teeth: "I like it!"

The corners of Rong Jin's lips curved slightly, he raised his head and rubbed her head: "Good boy."

The corner of Shengge's mouth twitched violently when he touched the puppy.

She always felt that the person in front of her really didn't seem like the Rong Jin she knew.

Someone would drive the car directly to the villa. When Sheng Ge was stuffed into his car by Rong Jin, she was still thinking about her second-hand Volkswagen.

"Rong Jin, my car is still at the police station, you send me back, and we each drive home?" She discussed with him.

"If there are no accidents, the car is probably already at the scrap yard."

Was she being bought and sold by force?
Shengge almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, but the only good thing is that she wasn't the one who paid for it, otherwise, it would be a pain in the ass!

In the driver's seat, Rong Jin glanced at her turbulent expression, "You seem to be..."

"What?" Shengge looked at him suspiciously, hesitant to speak.

He thought about it for a moment before softly saying, "Very short of money?"

She opened her mouth and looked away: "There is no shortage, I just want to use the money in more useful places."

Five years ago, Gu Yunwen left her a sum of money that was enough for her life to be happy and worry-free. In addition to Gu's shares, although her financial resources could not be compared with him in front of her, she was not short of money.

Because of her occupation, she witnessed too many life situations in the hospital, which made her feel that money is just something outside of her body. Therefore, she established a charity fund in the name of her mother, aiming to help those in need. There are too many people to help, and she can't cover everything, but she is satisfied if she can solve their immediate needs.

It's just that Rong Jin didn't know about it.

The setting sun casts a thin layer of golden light on the woman's face, and the clear and shallow eyebrows are inlaid on the beautiful and clear face, peaceful and peaceful.

Rong Jin was slightly lost.

"Rong Jin..."

"Huh?" He tilted his head and looked at her in confusion.

Shengge pouted forward: "The light is green, drive!"

The commanding tone made him a little angry.

Straight ahead, the green light was shining brightly. Behind the car, the piercing horn honking urged him, and the increasingly rapid and sharp sound showed their impatience.

Stepping on the accelerator, he sighed lightly. People in this city are always a little impatient.

Sheng Ge felt that Rong Jin was different today, not jumping to conclusions.

Still taciturn, but there is a touch of sadness between the eyebrows and eyes, yes, it is sadness.

In her impression, this man was domineering, indifferent, and indifferent, so she just pretended to be herself, but soon she found out that it was not the case, Rong Jin was indeed a little different today.

Just thinking about it, someone raised his eyebrows: "I have a rash on my face?"

She turned pale and looked away in embarrassment: "No."

"Then don't look at me like that. No man can resist a woman looking at me like this, including me."

There was no ups and downs in the faint tone, and Sheng Ge's ears felt a little hot, but his heart felt much more comfortable, because he was like him in this way.

Li Ma brought out a bowl of noodles from the kitchen and put it in front of Rong Jin: "Master, eat while it's hot."

Simple green vegetable noodles with a poached egg, Shengge's brain is stimulated, longevity noodles!
"Today is your birthday?" she asked in surprise.

"Ma'am, today..."

Li Mafang was interrupted by him when she opened her mouth: "Eat well!"

He picked up the chopsticks and calmly ate the noodles, mouthful after mouthful, slowly but elegantly.

Li Ma watched her hesitate to speak, and finally just sighed obscurely, turned and left.

There was a sudden silence at the dining table, and the atmosphere was a bit inexplicable. Sheng Ge was chewing the delicious food in his mouth, but he didn't know how to eat it.

"Today is my mother's birthday." Rong Jin paused, and added: "It's also my lunar birthday."

"Sorry, I didn't know..."

"So what if I know? Are you going to give it to me?"

Rong Jin stared at her with a guilty conscience, she turned her eyes away: "At least I won't ask you to give me a gift, and it won't be so simple."

He stared at the noodles in front of him for a while: "I've been doing this for more than 20 years, and I don't think it's simple. As for the car, it's the most basic guarantee of life that a husband gives to his wife, not a gift."

Shengge was silent for a long time, then suddenly got up and walked to his side, and took his hand involuntarily: "Come with me."

Rong Jin's eyes froze for a moment on the hands they held.

She noticed his gaze, and suddenly realized what she had done impulsively, her hand trembled, and when she was about to let go, the man clasped her hand behind his back.

The joints are attached, and the fingers are interlocked.

His palms were warm and cold, which made her heart tremble, and she only felt that the gestures of the two of them were inexplicably intimate at this time.

He stared at her dazed expression, and sneered: "Where are you going to take me? Are you not going?"

Shengge suppressed the weird feeling of going up the stairs in his heart, and nodded firmly at him: "Go."

An hour or so later, she brought him to a mountain on the outskirts of Qingcheng, holding two Kongming lanterns bought from the foot of the mountain.

"You drove for an hour just to come and put on the lights?" Rong Jin frowned, slightly displeased.

He has never touched these things, just because he feels naive, and the several student couples scattered around him make his judgment more ingrained.

Shengge glared at him with an expression of "You are so puzzled", and handed him a large black signature pen: "Kongming Lantern is also known as Wishing Lantern, as long as you write your wishes on it, it can make your wish come true." Bring your wishes to the people you wish for."

"So you want me to write wishes for my mother on the lamp?"

The original intention was seen through, and Sheng Ge stroked his hair disheveled by the wind with some embarrassment, and urged him: "Hurry up!"

In the dark night, the woman's face was a little unclear, but he knew that her ears must be red.

A certain nerve in his heart was touched, and he accidentally took the pen she handed over.

Then he followed her and drew a few strokes on the lamp paper.

Sheng Ge leaned over, looked at Rong Jin's ghostly drawing of something, curled his lips in dissatisfaction: "Professor Rong's writing is like using a scalpel, the knife is crisp, and the veins are separated."

Rong Jin followed her gaze to look at the lamp paper, and couldn't help but raise his hand to support his forehead. It couldn't be called a character, but at most it was a few random strokes, and each stroke was equally spaced.

She just thought he was embarrassed: "Forget it, I won't look at you, you write it yourself, write it on your back, so I can't see it."

After she finished speaking, she actually ran to the distance to fiddle with her lamp paper. Rong Jin smiled and wrote a few words seriously.

How can I live up to my good intentions?

Sheng Ge's posture of spreading out the bamboo strips was very skillful, and after a while, the two lights turned into a red dot in the sky. The red dots went from big to small, and finally disappeared as before.

The whole process took only ten minutes.

She folded her clothes and lay on the grass, looked at the scattered sparks that rarely appeared in the night in Qingcheng and asked him: "Rong Jin, what kind of wishes did you write?"

Rong Jin is obsessed with cleanliness, so at this moment he is still standing, tall and straight like a pine tree.

He bowed his head and stared at her, with a rare gentle tone: "Didn't you read?"

"Tell me whether it's good or not."

"Then what did you write?" He asked without answering. To Shengge's surprise, he also folded his clothes and lay down, with his head touching her just a few centimeters away.

"Didn't you watch?" She imitated him, frivolously frowning, as naughty as a child.

The corners of Rong Jin's lips twitched, "I can see you covered so tightly?"

"Then you still ask?"

He stared at the sky for a long time, and slowly spit out two words from his lips and teeth: "Curiosity."

Shengge's eyes dimmed: "Of course I wish you a happy birthday."

Rong Jin didn't answer, just closed his eyes, it was autumn in Qingcheng, and the wind blowing his face carried some coolness, inexplicably refreshing.

(End of this chapter)