Chapter 890

Yiyi then remembered that Rong and Ying were married. When Rong had an accident, Ying must have been more or less implicated. It can't affect them.

Yiyi responds and goes to communicate with the crew.

Nanqiao went back to his office, put down his bag, and then slowly sat down on the chair, staring at the computer screen on the desk.

After a long time, she blinked her eyes, the divergent light gradually gathered.

She turns on the computer and taps her fingers on the keyboard to search for news about Rong and Ying.

All the accusations and abuse were directed at Rong. Although Ying was also affected, Ying's public relations stopped in time, and even actively cooperated with the prosecutor's investigation.

Seeing that Ying was not affected much, Nanqiao was inexplicably relieved.

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Let's go home.

Rong Zhi was sitting on the sofa with an ugly face, and her mother was holding a little boy. The whole living room was very quiet, and the servants were silent one by one.

Rong's father was taken away by the police early yesterday morning. Now, both Rong's family and Rong's family are in a mess.

Let mother wipe tears, choked: "Xiaoyi, you must save your father."

Rong Zhiyi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down, "Mom, how can I save you? How big is this? Can I cover the sky with one hand? What can I do if I can't press this down? "

Let mother full face despair, "that how to do? Watching your father die? Since you can help Ying find a scapegoat before, can't you help your father solve it in this way? "

"Ma! Can you stop talking! " Rong Zhiyi's face suddenly changed, "Rong's is different from Ying's!"

"Why not?" Rong's mother put down the little boy and stood up abruptly. "You've been sitting here ever since you knew about it. Have you ever tried to find a relationship with your father?"

Rong Zhiyi's words lingered on her lips. For a while, she didn't know how to tell Rong's mother. She pursed her lips and finally didn't say anything. She just stood up and said, "I'll take Chengcheng back first. You can stay at home. You don't have to worry about my father. I'll try to do it."

Then she looked at the little boy, "Chengcheng, say goodbye to grandma, we're going home."

The little boy said, "goodbye, grandma. Chengcheng will come to see you next time."

Rong's mother didn't even look at her and her son. She just wiped her tears.

Rong Zhiyi clenched her hand and led the little boy away.

Back to her and Ying muyao's villa, Rong Zhiyi saw Ying muyao holding and so on as soon as she entered the door. She frowned and asked, "where are you going to take and so on?"

Should wood Yao looking at the front, light way: "he has a little fever, I take him to the hospital for examination."

"I'll go with you." Rong Zhiyi gives Cheng Cheng to the maid, and then reaches for her hand.

Ying Mu Yao walked straight ahead, his low voice was cold and tepid, "no, I'll take him. I'll be in charge of myself and others if I don't handle my own affairs well."

Cheng Cheng raised his eyes to see this scene, then lowered his head and stood quietly with his hands tightly twisted together.

Rong Zhiyi pursed her lips, thinking of Rong's current situation, she didn't make a sound after all.

Ying muyao's car left the villa. Chengcheng pulled his mother's hand and said in a childish voice, "Mom, why does Dad only like my brother and don't like me?"

Every year Chengcheng has to ask this question several times. Rong Zhiyi doesn't feel used to it. She just feels more and more distressed.