Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

Kill father and enemy?

As soon as these four words came out, Murong Rong was stunned.

Immediately she frowned: "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? Dad died to protect Mr. Song!"

"It seems that you don't want to believe what my mother said."

Murong Rong was silent for a moment: "Yes, I can't believe it. Mom, you can't..."

Li Xiuqin interrupted Murong Rong, and said indifferently: "At the beginning your father died to protect Mr. Song, but the person who wanted to seek revenge was Rong Jiuci!

Mr. Song was implicated innocently, but your father was even more innocent. He died trying to save Mr. Song!He was less than 40 years old when he died!I also lost my husband in my 40s!Do you know how the world fell to me at that time! "

"But what about you? First you stepped on your father's bones to marry the Song family as a young mistress! Now you ignore your father's tragic death and give birth to Rong Jiuci and marry him as a young wife!"

"Murong Rong, I've seen people who are unfilial, but I've never seen someone as unfilial as you! You took advantage of your father's death to the fullest! But don't worry, will your father come to find you in your dream one day?"

"Or have you never thought about how you will face your father after you die, and tell him how you can tactful Chenghuan under the enemy's body?"

Li Xiuqin's words were louder than each other, every word seemed to be turned into a sharp sword, piercing Murong Rong to the point of being riddled with holes.

Murong Rong's complexion turned pale, and he couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Li Xiuqin couldn't help but smile when she saw it. Her eyes were indifferent, with hatred in her eyes: "Murong Rong, haven't you been asking me why I kidnapped Chen Chen? Are you going to stab Rong Jiuci? This is the answer."

"I found out by accident that my husband was implicated to death, and I was planning that day. I have been feeling the piercing pain all these years, so I naturally want to let the Rong family feel it! "

Li Xiuqin sneered again: "The only pity is that I hate it so much, I hate it so much that I want to see Rong Jiuci in pain, so I didn't directly deal with that little bastard Rong Xingchen! I hate myself for being too slow and not stabbing deep enough with the knife , failed to kill Rong Jiuci!"

"But I hate you the most. Murong Rong! How cheap and self-loving you have to be to get involved with a father-killer and enemy! Answer me! Answer me!"

Li Xiuqin's words were like a lightning strike to Murong Rong, she staggered back a few steps, seeing her mother baring her teeth and claws like crazy, she couldn't help backing back again and again.

Do not……

Murong Rong shook his head, that's not the case.

Not at all.

Suddenly, Murong Rong couldn't stay any longer, she turned around immediately, and left the room hastily, no matter how you looked at it, the figure seemed to be running away.

The subordinate took a look, and Li Xiuqin, who was still yelling, hurriedly followed Murong Rong.

After they had all left, Li Xiuqin's body softened. Sitting on the sofa, she raised her hand to brush away the stray strands of hair from her face, revealing her gloomy and mean face.

That ferocious look finally turned into a sneer.

She thought again of the note she received late that night. The words written on it were what she said just now. In order to make these words sound more believable, she hid in the bathroom and practiced for several nights.

It seems to be working fine now.

Murong Rong wants to overwhelm Wanxin and reunite with Rong Jiuci's family, that is a dream!

She would like to see how Murong Rong and Rong Jiuci fell in love with Rong Jiuci to the death under the revenge of killing his father!

……

Murong Rong stood in the corridor dazedly before his eyes.

The gray sky in the morning has cleared up, the sun is warm, and the little girls who are not afraid of the cold have already put on long skirts, youthful and beautiful.

But even though it was so warm, Murong Rong still felt bitingly cold.

Her mother's hysteria just now and the words of Rong Jiuci are still ringing in her ears: you killed your father and your enemy!

Killing father and enemy...

"Young lady..."

Hearing the voice next to her ear, Murong Rong came back to her senses, and saw that the subordinate who had been with her was looking at her worriedly.

"I am fine."

Murong Rong subconsciously clenched the small piano hanging on her chest, the hard, slightly cool touch made her calm down slowly.

"I'm really fine."

Murong Rong took a deep breath, and the expression on his face was slowly hidden: "Little brother..."

"My name is Meng Qing."

"Meng Qing."

Murong Rong called his name, then looked at him earnestly, and said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Young lady is serious. Please tell me."

"Can I ask you not to tell Rong Jiuci what my mother said just now?"

"This……"

Meng Qing's face was full of embarrassment.

"I don't want to hide it from Rong Jiuci, but I have to think about how I want to tell him. You also know what happened just now... If you tell what happened just now, it will be harmful to the relationship between Rong Jiuci and me. I have to find a proper way to tell him. Please, okay?"

Meng Qing was still hesitating at first, but when he saw Murong Rong's earnest eyes, he immediately nodded and agreed.

However, he still said: "Young Madam, I can only guarantee that Mr. Rong won't ask about it, so I won't say anything."

Murong Rong understood Meng Qing's meaning and agreed with her head.

After seeing Li Xiuqin, Murong Rong was physically and mentally exhausted, she did not go back to the studio, but returned to the Dijing Garden.

Mrs. Xiang was a little surprised when she saw Murong Rong come back: "Young madam, you're back. Chicken soup is being stewed in the kitchen. Let's drink some."

"No, I want to go back to my room to rest first."

After Murong Rong finished speaking, he went upstairs.

She took off her coat and lay on the big bed, staring at the familiar roof in front of her eyes, still hearing her mother's mournful voice.

Murong Rong couldn't help closing her eyes, she pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

"Unfilial girl..."

"Unfilial girl..."

Erratic and cold voices came from all directions.

Murong Rong looked around involuntarily: "Who is talking?"

"Unfilial daughter, Murong Rong, you unfilial daughter!"

"Who is talking?" Murong Rong stood up with a groan, looking around vigilantly.

However, there was silence in the room without any sound.

Murong Rong sat back on the sofa, just picked up the magazine at the side and flipped through two pages, when the shouting sounded again.

Murong Rong is getting annoyed, who is playing tricks!

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, step by step, as if stepping on her heart.

Murong Rong felt a chill down his back, he grabbed the thick book in his hand without hesitation, and when he was about to smash it, he stopped.

"Dad...Dad..."

Murong Rong stared blankly at the man in front of her. This face was both familiar and unfamiliar to her, but she always remembered her father's appearance very clearly.

Compared with her mother's indifference and indifference to her, her father has always been the one who loves her at home.

Her father held her in his arms, and raised her above his head to see the world in the distance.

It is said that her father's love is like a mountain. She didn't know if her father loved her like a mountain, but it did warm her entire youth.