Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

"Well, there are nine out of ten chances. Believe it or not, as long as the news of Xiao Yu's death is posted on the Internet, someone will immediately suspect that I am taking personal revenge on Xiao Yu."

Ji Baibai knew the seriousness of this matter as soon as he heard it, and immediately became anxious: "Then what should we do now? Should we call President Rong for help?"

"Need not."

Hearing the words, Ji Baibai quickly persuaded Murong Rong: "Rong Rong, now is not the time to be willful, this matter will have too much influence if it stirs up."

"I know." Murong Rong smiled and said, "I plan to go directly to the perpetrator, and I won't let this matter get into trouble."

Ji Baibai was stunned: "Do you know who planned this?"

"Of course I know." Murong Rong's tone became a little cold: "I always knew."

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"...Miss Mu, please wait a moment, my designer Song is meeting a client, please let me report."

Murong Rong ignored the secretary standing in front of her, and pushed open the door of the office forcefully.

Song Hongfeng in the office was startled, and smiled when he saw Murong Rong.

"Rongrong, why are you here?"

The secretary said very apologetically: "Designer Song, I'm sorry, I didn't stop Miss Mu."

"Hongfeng, I'm sorry, I really want to see you, so I came here, I hope I didn't disturb you talking about work."

"Don't bother, don't bother, that customer has just been sent away, and I'm about to rest for a while." Song Hongfeng looked at the secretary: "Okay, you go to work first."

"Wait a moment."

Murong Rong stopped the secretary, met the secretary's puzzled eyes and said: "I need to correct something about you. Rong Jiuci and I have already obtained a certificate. You can call me Mrs. Rong or Mrs. Rong in the future. Although, I'm done with you." Marriage, you can call me Miss Mu, but my husband will not be happy. He is just jealous, I hope you can understand. "

The secretary nodded in a daze. She subconsciously glanced at Song Hongfeng before leaving the office.

The expression on Song Hongfeng's face had recovered, she looked at Murong Rong with a smile all over her face and said, "So, you came to me in such a hurry today, do you actually want to send me an invitation?"

"Of course not. The wedding is not in a hurry. I'm here today because I have something else to tell you."

Murong Rong walked to Song Hongfeng's desk. She put her hands on the desk and leaned forward with her upper body, carrying an incomparably powerful pressure.

"I want to tell you that Xiao Yu is dead, he was deliberately bumped to death."

Song Hongfeng was astonished: "How could this be? Although it's abhorrent that Xiao Yu wronged you, the crime doesn't deserve death."

"You are right. She is not guilty of death, but she died, or was killed by someone. You said that I, a person who had a grudge against her before she was alive, what would other people think? Wouldn't it be true? Do you think it was because I was upset that I found someone to bump her to death?"

Song Hongfeng froze for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, those people outside will definitely think and say so."

Her expression suddenly became serious: "Have you told Brother Jiu? You should leave this matter to him as soon as possible. If it breaks out, things will be troublesome and your reputation will be ruined."

"Yeah, I think the same as you, but I don't want to hand over this matter to Rong Jiuci, but I want to handle it myself. I think, if the person who really bought the murderer doesn't expose this matter, Then I won't be in trouble, don't you think I'm right?"

"What you said is very reasonable, but the problem is that since the other party wanted to frame you, how could they stop? Rongrong, your thinking is a bit naive."

"Yes, but I still want to try. To be honest, it's good to have a man to rely on, but I think women still need to strive for self-improvement, otherwise they are no different from dodder.

So, after thinking about it, I decided to beg you, Hong Feng, please don't expose this matter, okay?After all, we are friends, I really don't want to make troubles all over the city. "

Murong Rong deliberately spoke softly, but his eyes were fixed on Song Hongfeng.

Song Hongfeng looked blank: "Rongrong, what are you talking about? It's useless for you to beg me on this matter."

"It seems that you are unwilling to agree. You must let Xiaoyu's parents find me to make trouble, and then let the driver accuse me of being the mastermind behind the murder."

"What are you talking about? Why am I getting more and more confused?"

Murong Rong put away the pleading on his face, and his tone became sharp: "Since you don't understand, let's speak plainly. The fluorescent pink dress I got during the Fashion Fashion Design Contest Before the finals, the person who arranged for Sister Hua to wrong me, tarnish my reputation, and buy my dress from my mother, and the person who exchanged my donated items at the charity auction, you must be the one."

Song Hongfeng's heart skipped a beat, she didn't expect Murong Rong to be so direct, but she was not an ordinary person, she was very tense on the surface.

She looked confused: "Rongrong, what are you talking about?" She laughed: "You have already guessed who did these things, and then practiced in front of me what to say after meeting her Bar."

Song Hongfeng gave Murong Rong a thumbs up, and praised: "The actions, expressions, words, and momentum just now are all very good. If you are in front of the opponent, if you specify to make the opponent timid, you may just admit your mistake."

Murong Rong raised his lips a little, and said in a soft voice: "I'm just waiting for you to admit your mistake now. Song Hongfeng, you did all of this. You have been planning this since the first time you saw me in the hospital. Everything. However, you took the initiative to be my friend just for the convenience of doing all of this."

"Rongrong, you are serious. I must tell you that it is not appropriate for you to do this. Although we are friends, I can understand your troubles and anger now, but if you really regard me as a murderer I'm also not happy if you come to make accusations. So, enough is enough, okay?"

"Song Hongfeng, I've never met you before, so I can say that there is no grievance or enmity. Since it's not a feud between us, it's something else."

Murong Rong ignored Song Hongfeng and said, "It's because of Rong Jiuci. You like Rong Jiuci. You think Ye Wanxin and Rong Jiuci have broken off their engagement, and it's your turn, the daughter of the Song family, right?"

"I said, I'm really going to be angry..."

"You don't have to deny it."

Murong Rong interrupted Song Hongfeng, and she moved closer to her and said, "I called Rong Jiuci before I came here. Rong Jiuci said, you did confess to him and said you wanted to marry him."

Song Hongfeng's expression changed suddenly, and she didn't pretend anymore, her expression became cold: "I really didn't expect Brother Jiu to even tell you such a thing."

Murong Rong looked at Song Hongfeng's sudden change of face, without the slightest surprise: "So, it really is you."

Song Hongfeng didn't speak, she opened the drawer beside her, took out a small square box, and turned on its switch.

Seeing Murong Rong look at it coldly, she smiled and explained: "This is a signal jammer."

"In case, if you carry a recording pen with you and record everything I say, wouldn't I be cheating myself?"