Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

Murong Rong trembled violently in fright, and finally raised his head under the aggressiveness of the man.

Her eyes fell on his handsome face: "You asked me why I didn't tell you about this."

Murong Rong's tone was a bit strange, with a little mockery, which was like adding fuel to the fire for Rong Jiuci at this moment.

"Murong Rong!"

Murong Rong's complexion became paler, but her eyebrows and eyes did not move. She said lightly: "I want to tell you, Rong Jiuci, I never wanted to hide it from you."

Just as Rong Jiuci was about to speak, Murong Rong had already spoken.

"Senior Brother Su told me that day that Master Lin Lanxin took a fancy to my talent and wanted to take me in as an apprentice. I was overjoyed. Maybe it's just like what you scolded, I'm greedy, and I don't have enough heart."

Murong Rong laughed at herself. What she didn't say was that there was a very secret reason why she was so happy.

She wants to study hard by Lin Lanxin's side, strive to go further and further in the fashion design industry, and finally become a glorious design master like her.

Only then can she protect her daughter and be qualified to stand beside Rong Jiuci.

But this feeling was too secretive for her to speak out.

Murong Rong just said: "But, I really want to tell you about this. You are An An's father, and it is different to me after all. But when I opened my mouth, I was interrupted. You are not Don't want to hear it."

Just as Rong Jiuci was about to ask her when he didn't want to hear it anymore, the scene of him pressing her down in the stairwell came to mind.

At that time, she looked very happy and seemed to want to say something, but his mind was full of Murong Rong's smiling face at Su Lengyu, and he was not interested in listening at all.

He also scolded her.

Rong Jiuci's mood slowed down a bit, but the anger in his heart was still strong: "So, you have been angry for a week, and you won't even say it again?"

Murong Rong looked up at Rong Jiuci, and said softly, "I'm just too busy."

"Could it be busier than me, the president of the Rong Group?"

Listening to Rong Jiuci's sarcasm, Murong Rong lowered his eyelids and did not speak.

She was just sitting on the sofa, with Rong Jiuci's coat on her shoulders, her thin figure looked pitiful.

No matter how much Rong Jiuci was angry, there was no place to express it in front of such Murong Rong, and in the end he just walked away.

As soon as Rong Jiuci left, Murong Rong couldn't stand it anymore, she collapsed on the sofa like a puddle of water, her eyes widened in a daze, looking at the snow-white roof, her face was blank.

However, she quickly came back to her senses, and after arranging her clothes, she was ready to leave.

As soon as he got to the door, he was stopped by someone.

The bodyguard guarding the door said expressionlessly: "Miss Mu, Mr. Rong has ordered you not to go out."

"I want to go home, my daughter is still waiting for me at home."

"Miss Mu can call President Rong."

Murong Rong could only call Rong Jiuci.

"Mr. Rong, I want to go back to see An An, please let them let me go."

"An'an is also my daughter, I will worry about it."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Murong Rong called again, but Rong Jiuci hadn't answered the phone.

Murong Rong had no choice but to wait in the living room.

After Rong Jiuci was busy with the follow-up matters, when he came back, he saw that Murong Rong had already fallen asleep leaning on the sofa.

The sleeping Murong Rong no longer had the stubbornness and irritability he had when he was awake. There were two spots of blackness on his pale pretty face, and his sleepy face could not hide the exhaustion and haggardness.

What a stubborn and stupid woman.

He knew what Murong Rong was thinking, but he still had to say that she was so stupid, as long as she could please him, she didn't want anything?

Fame, status, and wealth are not worth worshiping Lin Lanxin as a teacher.

What was even more stupid was that she rushed over without even finding out what was going on with Lin Lanxin.

If he hadn't asked someone to check Murong Rong's whereabouts and rushed over in time, with Ye Wanxin's temper, Murong Rong would suffer a big loss this time!

Thinking of Ye Wanxin stripping off Murong Rong's clothes in public, Rong Jiuci was very annoyed. Ye Wanxin was too capricious to let it go.

Suddenly Rong Jiuci's eyes narrowed, and he saw the red and swollen marks on Murong Rong's face.

He immediately pushed aside Murong Rong's hair scattered around his cheeks, revealing a big slap print on his face.

There is no doubt that it was beaten.

Rong Jiuci's expression suddenly turned cold.

Murong Rong is having a nightmare right now.

She dreamed that Ye Wanxin was rushing towards her, tearing her clothes continuously in his hands, his ruthless appearance clearly wanted to ruin her reputation.

No.

No.

Murong Rong cried and begged for someone to help her, but there were so many guests, each of them praised her, but at this moment, they all looked on coldly.

Murong Rong couldn't help but despair.

At this moment, a chill came along with a burst of pain, and Murong Rong's consciousness gradually returned.

Only then did he realize that he was just dreaming.

Murong Rong slowly opened her eyes, and saw the man leaning over to look at her, holding a cotton swab in his hand, dipped in ointment to treat the wound on her face.

"do not move."

Rong Jiuci scolded, and carefully applied the ointment to the slap marks on Murong Rong's face.

Murong Rong raised his eyelids and looked at Rong Jiuci's serious eyebrows. He didn't know why, but felt a sudden soreness in his heart, and then tears fell down uncontrollably.

In the next second, Murong Rong raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

Her movements were urgent and fast, and a lot of the ointment on her face was wiped off.

Thinking of the man's scolding just now, Murong Rong felt a little embarrassed, took a deep breath, and smiled: "I'm making you laugh, the wound on my face is just a small injury, I'll take care of it myself."

As he spoke, he reached for the cotton swab in Rong Jiuci's hand.

Rong Jiuci dodged, avoided Murong Rong's hand, met her suspicious eyes, and couldn't help sneering: "What? Just want to smear the wound a few times casually, are you going to cancel my love for taking care of you?"

Murong Rong hurriedly said: "That's not what I meant!"

"Then what do you mean?"

Murong Rong muttered, "I just don't want to bother you too much."

Rong Jiuci was not polite at all: "You have troubled me a lot, now that you think about it, you are polite?"

When the man said this, even Murong Rong blushed even though his skin was thicker than the city wall. After all, he didn't move anymore.

After treating the wound, Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong's beautiful face, and asked, "Murong Rong, do you have anything else to say?"

Murong Rong raised his eyes when he heard the words, and asked with a dazed expression, "What did you say?"

"Of course you said what you wanted to say."

"Is it okay? Can you say anything?" Murong Rong's eyes lit up, and his expression was full of surprise and joy.

Before Rong Jiuci's eyes, the appearance of Murong Rong when he proposed to him in the simple rented house that night appeared again.

At that time, she was also so happy and careful.