Chapter 988

Rong Mingyuan also received the invitation.

The invitation was brought back by Mo Qianyu.

At that time, Hou Rong Mingyuan was drinking the porridge left by song ruochu, and the porridge spilled at the door had been cleaned up by the cleaning aunt.

Mo Qianyu hated his weakness, but he couldn't let it go, so he took the invitation from his bag and put it beside him, waiting for him to speak.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, he tasted the simple porridge with peace of mind. Mo Qianyu really couldn't stay any longer, so he turned and left.

But as soon as she turned around, she heard Rong Mingyuan ask, "what is this?"

Mo Qianyu gritted his teeth and replied, "Yang Qingge's invitation letter to the birthday party is about you and my name. I think it's necessary to tell you." She left in spite of her anger, but she withdrew in this way. There was no dignity left.

"Oh." Rong Mingyuan answered faintly.

She vomited blood even more: "are you going or not? If you don't go, I'll ask someone to prepare a gift for her. If you go, we'll go together. But I don't think it's better for you to go

Rong Mingyuan chuckled: "go, why not. People have sent out invitation letters. It's impolite not to go. "

"You mean to come with me?" Mo Qianyu's heart flashed a burst of ecstasy, and his voice was much softer.

Which Rong Mingyuan replied: "I'm not going with you. I'm going by myself. If you want to go, you can go by yourself

She is dumb, really can't say a word.

He tramples on her dignity all the time, even if he tramples on her in the dust. If she can't feel it, it's really not human.

One second can not continue to stay, leave a sentence, then you go on your own, shake hands to leave.

This time, I really left the hospital.

She really felt that she was so stupid. What did she do for so many years and what did she get. In Rong Mingyuan's eyes, is she a person? Not even a dog.

If you want to go, you have to find Yang Qingge to complain.

So she asked Yang Qingge to come out to meet her, but Yang Qingge was in a bad mood recently, holding a cup of coffee on the balcony. When she saw that Mo Qianyu didn't want to answer the phone, she cut it off.

Zheng Zhiyuan is rarely at home today. After taking a bath, he puts on his bathrobe and hugs Yang Qingge's enchanting figure from behind. He sniffs her and keeps gathering together. He even says, "baby, you really smell good."

Yang Qingge chuckled. She put down her cup, turned around and hugged the skinny old man who was a head shorter than herself. The skin on his neck had begun to show old age spots. Just looking at it, she felt a little disgusted, but she was still able to make love with him as if nothing had happened, even happily: "husband, don't leave this time. You see, you always fly around Yes, I'm lonely at home by myself. "

Her voice is sweet and greasy. Zheng Zhiyuan pinches her full hips. Her young and beautiful body can always bring him infinite impulse, but when it comes to actual combat, he can't do it.

He hugged Yang Qingge to the bed and sat down, but he was sitting. She knelt on the ground and helped him relieve the man's last physiological needs.

How disgusting! Every time Yang Qingge closed her eyes, she pretended to be involved.

He said he wanted to be at home, but actually he wanted to be away from home every day.

Zheng Zhiyuan is not comfortable, but his energy can only be here. After finishing, he took out a scarlet box from the drawer beside him and handed it to her: "honey, this is my birthday present for you. Open it and see if you like it or not."

Just looking at the box, she actually guessed what was inside, but she still pretended to be very happy and enthusiastic to open it, but the shining big ruby necklace inside shocked her deeply.

Next to it lies the label of this necklace. The number on it is not clear enough to show the value of this necklace!

Zheng Zhiyuan appreciated her expression and hugged her waist: "how about it, baby, do you like it?"

He was really nice to her. Everything was easy to get. Like this necklace, she had seen it in an exhibition in Europe. It belonged to the Duchess of Windsor. She fell in love with it at that time. But she just said it casually where people would sell it. She didn't expect Zheng Zhiyuan to get it for her.

She also had times of remorse and remorse.

Frankly speaking, if Zheng Zhiyuan wasn't so old and out of shape, and she wasn't around her for three days, she wouldn't go to ah Huo so often, and she kept calculating about him all the time, hoping to get more from him

"Thank you, husband. I really like it." Yang Qingge turned and threw herself into Zheng Zhiyuan's arms, tears in the corner of her eyes. She was really moved.

"Just like it, just like it. Tomorrow is your birthday. I'll do it for you. "

"Good. Thank you, honey

"If you still want to enter the performing arts circle, I can also help you open a company. This company is just an artist for you. How about making it for you?"Yang Qingge wanran refused. She was not used to the life in front of the camera, so she shook her head.

"By the way, will Jiajia come back?"

Zheng Jiaren is Zheng Zhiyuan's youngest daughter. She is currently studying for a doctor's degree in clinical psychology in Canada. She also has a brother. She has already married in the United States, so she should not come back. But Miss Zheng is going to have a holiday soon. It's hard to say

"Come back," Zheng Zhiyuan said of the baby daughter, eyes full of light, "Jiajia today also specially called to tell me that has bought a good night ticket, tomorrow noon will arrive."

Yang Qingge's face muscles twitched two times unconsciously. She didn't have a good impression on Mrs. Zheng, because she didn't have a good word for her.

Tomorrow night's birthday party, she suddenly is not so looking forward to.

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Song ruochu intended to take Feng Yanxi and Feng Yiyi back to live for two days, but he continued to go back to repair his grave and house, but he got a call from Mr. Feng.

She was elated: "Mr. Feng, have you been to Japan?"

"Yes." Feng Jingmo asked, "are you well?"

"All right, all right." Song ruochu ha ha, two fingers to unconsciously fiddle with, listen to his words feel warm heart: "sorry, Jingmo, let you worry."

There's fengjingmo. I was stunned.

Song ruochu seldom calls him formally and intimately. Although she has lived together for many years, she is still used to calling him Mr. Feng more often. Even if he put her in bed, she used to call him Mr. Feng.

It seems that a kind of distance that can't be overstepped delimits the two people. There are exceptions, for example, when you have to beg for mercy when you have done something wrong, or when you are really moved and have nothing to repay.

Now, for example.

"Well, then help me to do one more thing. Lao Zhong has gone back to his hometown. You can only do it."... "

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"OK, no problem. What is it?" Song ruochu readily agreed, because she was a little shy of Jing Mo just now Mr. Feng is used to it. When he is called Jingmo, he always feels that they are intimate. But she loved the feeling.

Mr. Feng is just like a God in her life. She seems to have made slow progress for many years. Her emotion and reason always deviate from each other. She can't really accept him. She is so proud of the man she appreciates, but she can't let him in and merge with herself She didn't know what was wrong with her body.

"It's that simple." After listening to Feng Jingmo's request, song ruochu grinned, "I thought it was some trade secret or wanted to blow up the blockhouse building. I just went to send a gift. Of course, it's OK, but I don't seem to have evening dress..."

This is certainly not a problem. Where Mr. Feng is, what's the problem.

Holding the red envelope under the pillow, song ruochu has a nightmare about money.

In her dream, she lived a life of poverty and destitution because she had no money. She was besieged everywhere. Her mother died of illness and her sister disappeared. She was drained of energy and had to go to sea to make money

The lens is as sharp as a sword. It's vague and clear. In her dream, she deeply feels the despair of being driven crazy by life. She walks around with her hands up and wants to cry. Even if she can't cry out, she is trapped in a solid cage. She keeps hitting her head against the wall, trying to break out of the cocoon, but it's futile to hit her head and blood.

She kept walking, running, crying, shouting, crying, but no one could save her. She is like a firefly in prison. If she lives forever, she will not stop this collision

The doorbell keeps ringing and ringing, finally pulling song ruochu back from his endless nightmare. She opened her eyes slowly, only to find that her forehead hurt. It turned out that she had been hitting the wall with her head.

The feeling of the dream is very real, but about the content of the dream, suddenly blurred, many people, many faces, clearly in the dream, she told herself to try to remember, but now can't remember anything, only pure tired, body tired, heart tired.

The doorbell is still ringing. As soon as she patted her forehead, she ran to open the door.

She is so messy hair, wearing a cartoon stickers printed on cotton pajamas, can be said to have no image.

But stylists and makeup artists don't care, because what they eat is this kind of food, and what they want is to turn decadence into magic.

When the makeup artist helps her make-up, the stylist opens the box and fiddles with the dress.

Wearing a nude sleeveless jacket, a nude floor length skirt and a pure white fur, the beautiful and simple collocation is incredible.

The dress, which she had seen as the closing piece of the show in Paris, is the latest style designed by Murcia Prada herself.

Bed Emma is my favorite. Mr. Feng seems to have a special preference for Prada. Most of her clothes come from Prada. Prada even sent invitation letters to Feng Yanxi and Feng to sign their Prada model."Well, Miss Song, look, are you satisfied?"

Turning his head, lifting his eyes and fixing his eyes, song ruochu was not so shocked as the first time when he looked at this amazing face in the mirror.

The make-up artist Mr. Feng was looking for really had a pair of skillful hands to transform decay into magic: "thank you, I'm very satisfied."