President Daddy is awesome: President loves to the bone

Rong Yuxuan guarded Luo Qingye for a long time.Luo Qingye also fell asleep until the infusion of a bottle of liquid was finished, and she was still guarding.He waited until the temporary bodyguards he hired for Luo Qingye were in place, and after instructing several bodyguards and Sister Fang, he quietly got up and left.

Rong Yuxuan didn't open his mouth, Qi Chengjun didn't dare to leave by himself, he was afraid of missing out, and he didn't dare to wait in the doctor's office, so he could only wait bitterly at the nurse's station. Fortunately, the two nurses in the nurse's station were very good. Talking to him in turn prevented him from falling asleep standing up.

Seeing Rong Yuxuan came out, Qi Chengjun hurriedly ran over, looked at Rong Yuxuan flatteringly and asked, "Boss, is Miss Luo okay?"

Rong Yuxuan took a deep look at Qi Chengjun, and Qi Chengjun was terrified, afraid that his next sentence would be to deduct his own funds.

Fortunately, Rong Yuxuan only said "this is not an example".

Qi Chengjun knew that Rong Yuxuan was warning him, and he didn't dare to quibble, so he nodded repeatedly.

Because of the time when Zhu Lanxiang came to make trouble, Luo Qingye was discharged from the hospital three days later than expected, and with the bodyguards at the door of the ward, Xiao Bao faintly felt something was wrong, but Luo Qingye and Rong Yuxuan didn't say anything, apparently because they didn't want to worry him , he didn't ask, and just pretended not to notice anything unusual.

The day of discharge was Friday, Rong Yuxuan specially pushed a few clients to pick up Luo Qingye in person.

Being discharged from the hospital does not mean that the injury will be healed. A hundred-day injury, not to mention a fracture of the femur, is just that you can go home to recuperate.

As soon as she returned to Mingdu Emperor Garden Villa, Luo Qingye smelled a seductive aroma, obviously Mrs. Zhang was making soup.After entering the room, Luo Qingye was stunned.

Because, the villa was actually renovated.

Just between the first floor and the second floor, there is an extra direct mini elevator, which looks a little weird.

It was obvious at a glance that Rong Yuxuan did it specially for her, and an indescribable feeling rose in his heart for a while.It seems to be empty, and it seems to be filled with something...

"This... how much it ruins the overall decoration style..." Luo Qingye murmured.

"It's nothing." Rong Yuxuan said with a smile: "When you are well, just dismantle the elevator, and then let someone redecorate it."

In fact, Rong Yuxuan didn't plan to install an elevator at first, he originally wanted to take the opportunity to carry Luo Qingye up and down the stairs.

However, thinking that he couldn't be at home all the time, even in City C at any time, and he didn't want anyone else to carry Luo Qingye up and down the stairs, so he had no choice but to install an elevator.

"That's not very troublesome...it's also very...wasteful...Actually, I can just live downstairs...or I can use crutches." Luo Qingye said again.

Rong Yuxuan smiled, and said: "It's not a problem, it's not a problem, anyway, it will be handled by the decoration company, and it will be fixed soon." He paused, and then said: "Everything that can be solved with money The problem is not a problem. It's a big deal, I just earn a little more."

Rong Yuxuan spoke naturally, but felt a little nervous.She was afraid that Luo Qingye would misunderstand too much, and she was also worried that Luo Qingye would be indifferent when she heard such words.

Luo Qingye's heart did thump, and the tips of her ears turned red.But immediately, she felt that she must be thinking too much. In order to hide her discomfort, Luo Qingye thanked her softly and changed the subject.

"What did Mrs. Zhang stew? It's really delicious."

"Go and see?" Rong Yuxuan looked at Luo Qingye and asked.

The wheelchair Cheng Feng prepared was automatic. Luo Qingye was just about to 'drive' the wheelchair to go to the kitchen by herself. Before she could touch the switch, the wheelchair started to move, but it was Rong Yuxuan who pushed her past.

Will Mr. Rong be too nice to himself?
Such a thought flashed unconsciously in Luo Qingye's mind.

After all... this is not what Rong Yuxuan should look like.