Chapter 1055

The wind blows from her ears, with a whirring sound. Su ran stands at the side of the road to stop the car. The things that happened that night are clear in her mind. She shakes her head hard, but finds that the picture in her mind is more and more clear.

The clearer it was, the worse it was.

Song Lei's car stopped beside her and rolled down the window. "Madam, there are some things. No matter whether you believe it or not, Rong always stayed with me that night. I don't know what madam saw, but I always feel that there must be some madam who misunderstood Rong."

What he said was sincere, but Su ran didn't want to hear it. Song Lei was Rong Mingyuan's employee, so naturally he wanted to talk to him.

Su ran turned his head and said coldly: "I believe in my eyes. You don't have to say any more. Let's go."

Song Lei looks at Su ran like this and opens his mouth. Finally, he doesn't say anything and drives away.

When Rong Mingyuan knew about it, he was in a hotel. He looked like a suspect. Song Lei teased him: "Mr. Rong, if you go out like this, I'm afraid no one will know you. This is the president of Rong family, who used to be powerful."

Rong Mingyuan is relaxed in bed. It seems that he has never enjoyed such a comfortable bed for a long time. He has never been a hypocritical person. He enjoys happiness and suffers.

After Song Lei finished his failed conversation with Su ran, Rong Mingyuan just smiles indifferently: "it doesn't matter. She is always so good at killing people with one shot. She never gives me an opportunity to explain. I'm used to it."

Just came out of the prison, Rong Mingyuan looked at his clothes and frowned: "if it wasn't for coming out, I wouldn't know the smell of clothes. Song Lei, go buy me a dress and I'll have a good bath."

Take a shower, and then take control of your destiny.

Su Ran has been staying in the hospital, and Mr. Feng will come when he is OK. When he goes in, Feng Yi has fallen asleep. Su ran lies beside her bed, with a deep tired face.

Feng Jingmo gently picked her up with her soft hair and put her on the other side of the hospital bed.

Su ran woke up, looked up, saw that it was Feng Jingmo, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Feng, when did you come?"

"I just came here. I don't have time these days. I'm tired. Thank you, Ranran."

Feng Jingmo says thank you to her. Su ran smiles bitterly in her heart. Virtually, he keeps away from her.

Su ran pretended not to recognize the meaning of his words, and said with a smile, "it's OK. One by one, it's also my child. Mr. Feng, if you have something to do, I'll just keep one by one here."

Although she was not born in person, she was a child raised by herself. How could she not like and care for the love she gave to Feng Yanxi, which is the same as the love given to her children by all mothers in the world. She never lacked a cent.

Feng Jingmo has her hair and a warm smile. He bends down and prints a gentle kiss on her forehead. The smile is enchanting: "Ranran, it seems that we can leave the hospital today. Tonight, we'll stay home. In the afternoon, I'll pick you up."

Because of the kiss, Sue dyed her cheek red and nodded shyly.

Feng Yiyi woke up and saw his father kissing his mother. He said, "Mom and Dad, what are you doing? You are hungry."

Su ran quickly got up and went to her bed. Wen Yan said softly, "tell mom what you want to eat one by one. Mom will buy it."

Feng blinked his big eyes one by one. Speaking of food, there was a different halo in his eyes.

Feng Jingmo looked at this picture and softened his expression. Maybe he should let this picture continue. As for the happiness that was out of reach before, maybe he should let go.

When she came back to the villa in the evening, Zhuang Qing cooked a large table of dishes. She was as elegant as ever. She saw Su ran get off the car with Feng Yi in her arms, walked over calmly, and said with a smile, "Ran Ran is back, OK?"

"Well, the doctor said, I have to eat something light these two days, exercise less, and nothing else will happen."

Zhuang Qing said with a smile as a passer-by: "I know, Lan Lan often got sick when she was a child. She had experience, ha ha."

She always gets along with people just right. Su ran always feels that Zhuang Qing has a special temperament, which makes her unprepared. She just wants to be close to her mother.

The dishes are simple but delicate. When we eat, everyone is very quiet. Except for Yiyi and Yanxi, they don't talk.

Once in a while, Mr. Feng would give Su ran a dish. Su ran also took it silently, smiling at him without saying anything.

A meal, eat very boring.

In the end, Zhuang Qing still couldn't hold back and put down his chopsticks. "Ranran, Yunshen's grandfather has been asking you these days, saying why don't you go to see him or go back to live with Yunshen. He's old. If you have time, you'd better go back to see him."

She knew that it was very inappropriate to say such words in fengjingmo's place, but she couldn't watch Qiao Yun fade away.

As soon as this sentence is uttered, Feng Jingmo's face sinks obviously. Su ran doesn't know how to answer it. Now she really doesn't know what kind of mood she should go to see Yunshen again.The old clock coughed and pushed Zhuang Qing: "let's finish eating. Let's clean up the dishes and chopsticks."

Feng Jingmo got up, walked a few steps, and then looked back: "Ranran, you come in with me."

She thought that Mr. Feng would definitely ask her about Qiao Yunshen. Unexpectedly, Mr. Feng didn't say anything, but just smile at her: "Ranran, for so long, when are you going to become my real wife? Yihe yanxike has called your mother for more than three years."

The brilliance in his eyes was blazing, as if he and she would be burned to ashes in the next moment, leaving no room for each other.

Su ran looks at Mr. Feng. For the first time, she doesn't dodge. She knows that Mr. Feng is forcing her and herself. If she is destined to become Mrs. Feng in the future, this day will come.

What's the difference between one day late and one day early?

Su ran looked at him and almost immediately made a decision: "Mr. Feng, I'll go to the bedroom and wait for you."

Feng Jingmo nodded with a smile: "well, I'll take a bath first."

Feng Yiyi quarrels to sleep with Su ran, but Feng Yanxi pulls her away. In a soft voice, Feng Yiyi coaxes his sister: "Yiyi, sleep with my brother tonight, OK"

Feng Yiyi's small face is wronged: "my mother sleeps with me these days, I don't want to sleep with you, I want to sleep with my mother."

After all, she is only a child over three years old. When she is sick, what she most yearns for is the company of her parents.

Feng Yanxi frowned and thought for a long time. He closed his eyes and gave up his love: "one by one, if you sleep with me tonight, my brother will give you the Princess Castle."

Feng Yiyi's eyes brightened, grabbed his brother's arm and asked, "really, brother, you have to keep your word."

Feng Yanxi nodded: "well, it counts."

***

The Princess Castle has not yet been completed. It was made by Feng Yanxi himself. His original intention was to give it to his sister, but the more he made it, the more he couldn't put it down. Feng asked him many times, but he didn't agree. This time, for the happiness of his parents, he gave up.

When taking his sister back to the room, Feng Yanxi gives Feng Jingmo an encouraging look.

Looking at his face with nine similar points, Feng Jingmo smiles happily and deserves to be his own child.

In the bedroom, the light is dim. Su Ran is lying on the bed nervously, holding the sheet tightly with her fingers. She is no longer a green girl or an ignorant teenager who doesn't know anything. However, she still feels inexplicable and nervous, just like the girl who just got on the sedan chair.

Feng Jingmo wipes his hair and looks at Su ran as if he is facing the enemy. He feels frustrated. He goes to her and sits down. He looks at her cheek and asks with a bitter smile, "is it so difficult for her to accept me

Su ran took a deep breath and shook his head: "it's OK, Mr. Feng. I'll take a bath first."

With that, she jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom.

Before, she didn't know why her body couldn't accept Mr. Feng, but now she finally vaguely understood that there was another man in her heart who told her how to accept others.

Rao is that person again unbearable, gave her more pain, but, love is love, she can do nothing, there is no way.

Scorching hot water poured down from her head and spread over every inch of her skin. Suran breathed and breathed again. She could do it. As long as she accepted Mr. Feng, those things would have nothing to do with her. She just wanted to be Mrs. Feng quietly.

A bath is as long as a century. Su ran will fight again. The enemy is not Mr. Feng, but herself.

Wrapped in a bath towel, she stepped out carefully.

She was ready to accept Mr. Feng, but after adapting to the dim light outside, she found that the bedroom was empty.

Mr. Feng left.

Su ran breathed a sigh of relief. She could not say whether she was lucky or disappointed. She went to the side of the bed. The note on the head of the bed still smelled of ink. On it was Mr. Feng's strong and powerful font: Ran Ran, it seems that we all need a period of time to decide. Maybe, I shouldn't force you.

He is always like this, treating himself gently.

However, now Su Ran is not sure. He said that in order not to force himself, or to leave him a leeway.

She took away the happiness that belonged to song ruochu. Now that she was back, she should let her go. However, she didn't give up. Mr. Feng was her dependence, not to mention her two precious children.

There was silence outside. Su ran put on her pajamas and went out. The night wind was cool, blowing into her shoulder socket, with a slight astringent coolness.

Zhuang Qing has not slept yet, sitting in the yard, seems to have something on his mind.

Su ran walked over and sat opposite her, laughing and shouting: "aunt Zhuang."

Zhuang Qing poured a cup of tea for her and put it in front of her. "This year's new tea is not bad. Try it."

The smell of tea is so strong that I know it's the best tea before I drink it.She has always regarded Zhuang Qing as an elder like her mother. Now she is sitting beside her, but she feels inexplicably depressed.