Chapter 966

Rong Mingyuan is sitting there in a trance. Jiang Yihan's phone calls. Her usual ridicule and ridicule bombard him mercilessly: "it's said that Mr. Rong has made great efforts to send people around to inquire about my news. I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate. What can I do for you? Let's talk about it."

Since Su Ran's accident, Jiang Yihan has never given Rong Mingyuan a good look. When he meets Rong Mingyuan at the beginning of the meeting, he always looks disdainful and cold.

Rong Mingyuan didn't care with her, so this time was no exception: "I want to ask you if you know an agent named song ruochu."

Jiang Yihan's Silence gives Rong Mingyuan the answer: "it seems that you really know each other."

"Rong Mingyuan, she is not su ran." Jiang Yihan doesn't beat around the Bush and effortlessly tells Rong Ming the identity he has been trying to verify. "I met her at the Paris show, but I can tell you that she's not su ran."

"Are you so sure?"

"A person can change his appearance and voice, but can he change his temperament, voice and life experience?" Jiang Yihan's voice can't help but smile a little more bitterly, "Rong Mingyuan, I knew today, why did you have to think about it at the beginning? I advise you to think about it separately. That person, not su ran, don't waste your time."

Rong Mingyuan was silent.

Because he cares about the same person, Jiang Yihan warns him: "don't provoke her, it's blasphemy to Su ran. Besides, she is not the one you can afford

The phone was cut off.

Rong Mingyuan is deep in the thick leather seat.

He wants to get comfort from another woman who is similar to Suran, which in itself is a blasphemy to Suran.

He closed his eyes, so deep pain has been with him for three years, in the future, will continue to spread endlessly?

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there was a knock on the door outside, and song Lei reported: "Mr. Rong, Miss Song is out, see or not?"

The bracelet was shining with the light of diamonds. In the sunlight pouring in from the window, it was shining and stung his eyes: "no see."

For the time being, he needs to calm down and figure out what to do next.

In the past three years, Rong's employees have changed a lot, and the memory of Su Ran's name and face seems to fade away a lot.

But since Song ruochu is now the beginning of Rong's building, she is still recognized. Every step she takes, someone whispers behind her back. When she suddenly looks back, those people quickly close their mouths and pretend to leave as if nothing had happened.

The gossip behind her made her frown.

Standing in the middle of the hall on the first floor, she was crowded with people. In a short time, the news of Mrs. Qian Rong's appearance was spread all over the world. Many people were fond of talking about the marriage between Su ran and Rong Mingyuan, and now they are flocking to have a look at it.

Song ruochu's brow is almost a hill.

Just when she lost patience, song Lei appeared, but the news brought to her was not so pleasant.

"I'm sorry, Miss Song. Mr. Rong is busy and inconvenient. Please come back. Mr. Rong says he doesn't have what you want."

"Assistant song!" Song ruochu's look of staring at her angrily reminds song Lei of Su ran. Seriously, it's the same, "assistant song, how can we say that we are all our own family? Are you so perfunctory to me?"

Song Lei was stunned and said with a smile, "Miss Song, this is my own job. You'd better look elsewhere."

Rong Mingyuan refuses to show up. Song ruochu is really helpless, but she has already looked for all the way. Rong Mingyuan is the last hope. She won't be reconciled if she doesn't get on his car or go into his home to search again.

The exclamation and watching the drama around her seemed like she was a national treasure animal, which made people feel a little unhappy. So she held Xiang in her hands and sat down on one side of the sofa: "in that case, I'll wait here for Rong Zong to finish his work. You see, so many people are looking at me, I'm afraid it will cause a big chaos soon."

Song Lei looked around, although those people did not dare to look blatantly, but secretly secretly, it has indeed hindered the normal office.

Song ruochu looks at him provocatively.

Song Lei crossed his hands and nodded politely: "in that case, Miss Song will sit down. I'll send someone a cup of tea."

He left, angry song ruochu stare big eyes.

Then someone sent a small pot of tea and snacks.

Song ruochu couldn't laugh or cry.

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the news that former Mrs. Rong appeared in Rong's building was soon tipped to the so-called current Mrs. Rong.

Mo thousand language is ready to do beauty mood is completely destroyed, immediately drive to.

In the distance, through the transparent glass, you can see song ruochu sitting on the sofa and drinking tea calmly. She holds a white porcelain cup in her hand and stares at Rong Mingyuan's elevator from time to time. Mo Qianyu's heart sinks.

This woman, unexpectedly shameless came to the door?Because the waiting time was too boring, song ruochu poured a few cups of tea for herself. As a result, when she drank too much water, she easily wanted to go to the toilet. However, she was afraid that Rong Mingyuan would suddenly appear and miss the opportunity, so that later, her expression became strange and distorted.

One hand is quietly pressing his stomach. Song ruochu sighs at the bottom of his heart. He is hesitating whether to endure or go to the bathroom first when his head suddenly falls into a shadow.

She looked up in amazement and looked at Mo Qianyu's gloomy face. Mo Qianyu was not a good comer. Song ruochu was also disgusted by Mo Qianyu's unabashed disgust and anger: "Miss, you are blocking my light. Would you please let me go?"

She didn't recognize Mo Qianyu, but she didn't want to look good.

Mo Qianyu's eyes flashed a flash of killing intention. The last thing she wanted to see in the world was the face in front of her.

It's hard for her to defeat a dead man, not to mention such a pretty face full of happiness, anger and sadness? She raised the exquisite satchel and suppressed her voice: "I'm Rong Mingyuan's wife!"

"I know." Song ruochu nodded blandly. She could hardly help going to the bathroom. However, she still cherished the hope, "in fact, you can take me to see Rong Mingyuan?"

Mo thousand language almost bite to pieces press root, she is mad just can send this woman to Rong Mingyuan with forward.

"This is Rong's building. It's not any place where any woman wants to come. Rong Mingyuan is not something that ordinary people can see if they want to."

Song ruochu's two pretty eyebrows are almost tied: "Mrs. Rong, could you please be simple and sharp? I'm tired of hearing you go around in circles like this." Ah, ah, I have a stomachache

Her innocent appearance made Mo Qianyu look disgusting. Mo Qianyu clenched her fist: "Miss Song, please, can you have some self-knowledge?" Mo thousand language can't help but complain angry low roar, lead to innumerable side eyes.

As soon as song ruochu gritted her teeth, she stood up and suddenly pushed her away: "sorry, I have something urgent. Let me give way -"

Mo Qianyu staggered for several steps, and his waist sank into the sharp tentacles of a few people nearby. He was so painful that he couldn't speak. Song ruochu's figure disappeared around the corner.

What a wonderful play it is.

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standing in front of the monitoring screen, song Lei suddenly couldn't help laughing: "this miss song is really a hindsight. Her eyes are about to burst with fire when she looks at Miss mo. I wish I could get rid of her quickly."

Song ruochu's figure downstairs has always been under Rong Mingyuan's control. The appearance of Mo Qianyu is also in his expectation. Song ruochu's performance is somewhat unexpected.

Over the years, Su Ran is the only one who deserves the title of Mrs. Rong.

Song Lei has always called Mo Qianyu Miss mo.

How many times let Mo thousand language secretly hate in the heart, but have no other way.

Even if you get the title of Mrs. Rong, she has always been nominal.

Rong Mingyuan calmly saw song ruochu's figure at the door of the bathroom in a hurry from another surveillance video. She rushed into the bathroom, and the picture was fixed on the sign of the bathroom.

Mo Qianyu has already taken the elevator.

Song Lei said: "three, two, one -"

Mo Qianyu's knock on the door has been heard outside, and the timing is not bad.

Song Lei low cough: "Rong Zong, that I go out first busy."

Rong Mingyuan nodded. Song Lei opened the door for Mo Qianyu and said, "Miss Mo."

Red ~ naked and to Mo thousand language face greet a slap, Mo thousand language waist, seems to hurt more.

"Ming Yuan!" Tears of grievance accumulated in her eyes.

Rong Mingyuan raised his eyebrow faintly: "what do you do at work?"

She stroked the pain, a thousand words blocked in the throat: "Ming Yuan, I -" but where to start.

She bit her lip and hesitated. Rong Mingyuan seemed to be waiting for her to tell, but if she couldn't tell, he had no patience: "it's OK in the future. It's better not to come to the company. Go back to accompany my mother."

Mo Qianyu goes downstairs angrily. Her identity is really Xu Jinghua's maid. And free nannies, free labor.

After going to the bathroom, song ruochu's face is relaxed and cozy. He doesn't see Mo Qianyu and sits in his original position again. His crisp face continues to stare at the elevator. As a result, he bumps into Mo Qianyu who just came out of the elevator.

In the face of the insidious in Mo Qianyu's eyes, song ruochu just pulled the corners of his mouth indifferently.

Mo Qianyu stepped on the wine red high-heeled shoes, a cold and attractive breath: "you say, how much money do you want to let Mingyuan go?"

“……！” Song ruochu heard his mouth big Oh, "Mrs. Rong, you are really wrong. I wish I had nothing to do with your husband. As long as you can go to his car and find my lost bracelet at home, I promise I will never have any entanglement with him!""Bracelet?"

"Yes, I'm just looking for a bracelet."

Mo Qianyu's expression is always unhappy: "it's so simple?"

"Yes, it's so simple," song ruochu sneered silently. "You think he's a treasure. In my eyes, he's just grass. My husband is 10000 times more handsome and 10000 times richer than him. I don't like him at all."

Mo Qianyu is surprised again: "do you have a husband?"

Song ruochu amusingly stroked his face: "Why are you so surprised? Do I have a small three face? Isn't it normal for a good woman like me to have a husband? So you don't have to make me an imaginary enemy. I'd like to meet him! "

Mo Qianyu is really speechless. Maybe, is she really too aggressive? But how could she not?

"You go, I'll help you find your bracelet." Mo Qianyu said haughtily.

Song ruochu nodded cheerfully: "OK, thank you, Mrs. Rong. I hope I can live up to my expectations, because if I can't find it, I will not be reconciled to come here! Bye

She waved and left.

Mo Qianyu stands there with a lot of worries.

And song ruochu's words are in the ears of the president of Rongda upstairs.

My husband is 10000 times more handsome and 10000 times richer than him. I don't like him at all. What kind of impeccable man is hidden in her full of pride?

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airport.

The flight from Hong Kong to Rongcheng landed safely.

Some of the passengers on board stood up and stretched their limbs, some quickly picked up their luggage and went out. They didn't know whether they were going to meet their loved ones or relatives they hadn't seen for a long time.

The long line in the stewardess all the way to welcome again to take China Eastern Airlines farewell sound, gradually sparse, quiet.

Until the crowd dispersed, the quiet man sitting at the end of the plane slowly got up, lifted the simple luggage on the shelf and got off the plane.

The stewardess looked at his outstanding Qingjun face and thought to herself, what kind of story should such a cool and colorless man have.

I got off the plane and walked on the busy passageway of the crowd. The cold wind came in from the temporary corridor. I looked up at the familiar and strange environment outside the window and breathed out the turbid air. My heart was still disappointed.

Ranran, I'm back. You're OK.

Qiao Yunshen's greeting falls in front of the tombstone he set up for Su ran. Only the wind brings up the lonely voice of clouds in the sky. The woman with a quiet smile on the tombstone can never answer him.

In front of the tombstone is a bunch of still fresh white roses, white petals with a faint fragrance, fluttering in the wind.

"Ranran, it seems that there are still people thinking about you. Fortunately, you won't be too lonely these years."

He sat down in front of her tombstone with a smile and took out a delicate small wine pot from his bag. He didn't often drink wine, but every time he thought of Su ran, he couldn't help but want to drink some. In this way, his empty heart would be much more comfortable.

For three years, he has been afraid to set foot here. For more than a thousand long days, he kept asking himself, if he had not come back, would Rong Mingyuan not have forced Su ran like that, and she would not have ended her life in such a tragic way.

Ah, the past is not to be traced. If you think too much, you will only have heartache.

He had also thought of fighting with Rong Mingyuan, but after all, he had no strength. If one's heart is dead, all thoughts are empty.

It's getting dark gradually. Unconsciously, he has been doing it in the quiet cemetery all afternoon. He turns around, smiles at the woman in the photo, and caresses her white face: "Ranran, I should go. When I come back, I will often come to see you. I'm all right. Don't worry."

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