Chapter 1043

Loneliness is the air, you breathe it and feel their own existence, Yang Qingge alone in such a luxurious but empty home, bored. Because of Rong Mingyuan's threat, she hasn't gone to ah Huo for some days.

Rong Mingyuan can investigate her evidence. What about old man Zheng? What will happen if she goes to ahuo again?

Yang Qingge ponders over the possibility that she will find ah Huo and not be found by anyone.

At the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, there was a clear sound of footsteps. Miss Zheng yawned and walked down from the second floor lazily. She saw Yang Qingge sitting in the living room, joking: "little mom, how are you at home these days? Didn't go out to play? "

"What do you know?"

Yang Qingge is like a bird of surprise. She subconsciously says this sentence. If her voice falls, she will know that it is bad. Zheng Jiaren has so many eyes that she must have recognized the problem in her words.

Yang Qingge, facing the enemy, is ready to deal with Zheng Jiaren's next words.

"Ah ah, little mom, you don't have to be so nervous. You're at the age of vigorous energy and dissatisfaction. My father is so old. It's understandable for you to go out and have fun. Don't worry. Even if there's anything, I won't tell him."

Mrs. Zheng has a firm face and her eyes are shining.

Yang Qingge couldn't figure out what she wanted to do for a moment, but she said defensively: "there was nothing at all. What can you say?"

Miss Zheng took her arm and said with a smile, "little mom, I haven't been out for several days. It's getting moldy when I stay at home. Shall we go shopping and buy clothes? I have no clothes to wear. "

Although Yang Qingge didn't like Miss Zheng, she had to do enough on the surface. She reluctantly replied with a smile, "where do you want to go?"

Miss Zheng pondered deeply for a while, then raised her head and said, "ah, just hang out. Let's go out first."

"It's just time today. Let's stop by Rong."

When it comes to Rong Mingyuan, Zheng Jiaren is a little angry. Last time she asked him to see a movie, she not only stood him up, but almost scared herself to death. If it wasn't for song Lei.

In a word, she must find Rong Mingyuan.

In the hospital, the smell of disinfectant is very uncomfortable. Su ran sits beside Rong Mingyuan's bed. Although the doctor says that he is not in any serious trouble, at most, he has a concussion. There won't be any big problem.

At that time, Su ran was a little restless. What's a little concussion? Is it small?

At night, Rong Mingyuan opens his eyes. Su ran looks at him anxiously, "how do you feel? do you have any pain? Do you want to throw up? "

So fast, she didn't notice the worry in her voice.

Rong Mingyuan looks unpredictable, suddenly came a sentence: "you cry so heartbroken, is afraid that I die?"

When did she cry?

"Who's crying? I'm just afraid that if you die, the police will come to me. If you don't block that stone for me, I won't care about you."

That's right. She doesn't appreciate his protection.

Rong Mingyuan noncommittal, said: "my back itches, give me a scratch."

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Su ran hardly considered, "if you have hands, can't you grasp them?"

Rong Mingyuan simply closed his eyes, more and more powerless: "I really don't see that Su Mi ~ Shu treats the boss like this, and also treats the life-saving benefactor like this. He even refuses to help such a small favor. Forget it, I have a hand, and I'll do it by myself."

He had a bottle in his hand, and he would tear it off.

Su ran couldn't help rolling his eyes: "isn't your hand empty? I won't use it."

Rong Mingyuan self-care tear adhesive tape in his hand: "I am left-handed."

Seeing that he was about to tear off the tape and insert the needle into the blood vessel, Su ran pressed down his hand and pasted it back carefully, asking him: "which side of you itch?"

Rong Mingyuan leisurely lying back: "back."

"Back where"

"all."

Su ran leaned over, carefully untied the button in front of him, went around the pipe on the flask, and slowly put his hand in. Just after grabbing a few times, Rong Mingyuan spoke again, "next point."

Well, what's next?

"A little more."

After three seconds, "a little more."

A little more, he was completely lying on him. Su ran began to doubt whether he was really itching on his back or not. However, a glance at his expression didn't seem to deceive him.

Su ran supported himself and tried not to get close to him. Her fingers swam on his back. The touch of her hands was strong. You can imagine how strong Rong Mingyuan was. However, how did the scar come from?

Her body is suddenly pulled by a powerful arm. Before she can support herself, Su Ran is held in Rong Mingyuan's arms. His breath is still the same, because the hospital's number suit has more uncomfortable smell for her.Su ran frowned: "Rong Mingyuan, you let me go."

"Ranran, don't move, let me have a hug, OK?"

I seldom heard him speak so affectionately. His voice was very low, like Mr. Feng.

Su ran frowned: "let me go, or you know what I will do."

"You can do whatever you want. Anyway, the injury is not serious. It's just a stone and you can't die."

Su ran gritted her teeth. Although she didn't struggle any more, she was still unwilling to bite heavily at his neck.

Rong Mingyuan whispered and held her more tightly. Su Ran's familiar breath poured in. Maybe he didn't know what was worth cherishing until he lost it.

Rong Mingyuan nibbled her earlobe, and obviously felt her frozen body for a moment. He was very satisfied. At least, her body's reaction was the same as before. As for other things, you can take your time. They have a long way to go.

Su ran twisted his arm and said, "Rong Mingyuan, don't mess about."

He did not seem to hear her words, warm lips have been in her earlobe side, cheek nostalgia constantly, finally, stay in her lips.

"Hiss ~"

Rong Mingyuan left her lips and frowned: "Ranran, do you belong to a dog?"

Su ran looked at him with pride, got up from his clamp and wiped the blood on his lips: "as I said, don't mess with me."

Rong Mingyuan wiped the blood at the corner of his lips and answered with profound meaning: "Er, I can't help it."

Just as the medicine in the hanging bottle was almost finished, Su ran rang the bell and called the nurse to change it.

Rong Mingyuan said: "Su ran, I'm hungry."

"I'll buy what you want."

Rong Mingyuan licked his lips and pondered for a while, "you look and buy."

The nurse came over and put on another bottle of new one. Su ran saw that he was ok, and then she went out at ease.

At the door, a woman is sitting on a bench in the corridor. Her face is covered with a black silk scarf. Her long black skirt wraps her from shoulder to foot. Even her hands are wearing black silk gloves, which makes people feel very uncomfortable. She is like a witch in the middle ages. Her ugly face will leak out at any time. Her eyes are sinister, staring directly at the ward in front of her, as if waiting for something.

Because of her dazzling dress, Su ran also paid special attention to it. She always felt that this person was familiar with her figure, but she couldn't remember where she had met her.

The woman seems to be aware of Su Ran's eyes and sneer at her. Su Ran is cold all over her. She gives her an apologetic smile and leaves in a hurry.

Clearly nothing, how can I feel palpitation? Those bad memories seem to sprout quickly in Xiang cavity, and grow wantonly in her heart with an irresistible attitude.

Su Mo's death, the child's death, her hate, and that night, he hurt her.

Like the open Pandora box, countless demons rush out of the box, shivering all over her body and leaving here quickly.

At noon, there are many people in the hotel near the hospital, and the dishes are just a few, which is not so good. In such a complicated and realistic bustle, Su ran finally drives away some of the shadow of her heart. The smell of the food is rich. She wants to buy it elsewhere, but she worries that Rong Mingyuan will be hungry for too long, so she randomly lines up a line that is not very long.

Someone opened the door and there was a slight sound of pressing the shutter. When Rong Mingyuan opened his eyes, he saw Xiangye holding the camera and smiling at him with embarrassment: "excuse me, professional habits, President Rong, do you have time to interview me now?"

Rong Mingyuan frowned, "how do you know I'm here?"

Song Lei has been here. He told him plainly that the incident of people gathering at the gate of Rong's group to make trouble has not been disclosed at all. How did she know.

In the evening, he moved a stool to Rong Mingyuan's bed. A mysterious smile rippled on her cheek. She became more and more unattainable. In fact, from the beginning, song Lei said that the woman had a strange sense of familiarity. He also felt that he seemed to have such an extraordinary sense of familiarity with her.

At this moment, Xiangye opened the backpack behind him, took out the paper and pen, spread out the book, and said with a smile, "Mr. Rong, do you underestimate our reporter's professional standard too much? There's so much noise at the gate of Rong's group. How can I not know?"

Rong Mingyuan's frown is deeper and his professional standard is more appropriate than that of the dog. Rong's ability is that he knows that if they want to suppress this matter, let alone just gather people to make trouble, even if they are dead, this matter will not be leaked.

The purpose of her visit is not simple.

Intuitively, Rong Mingyuan gave such a definition.

Rong Mingyuan simply closed his eyes, and let Xiangye break his tongue. He just kept silent and didn't want to talk to the uninvited guest any more.

Xiang Xiang, feeling bored, also stood up and shrugged: "Mr. Rong, it's really hard to do an interview with you. I'm gone. I'll interview you again next time."