Chapter 1067

Su ran put down her heart and asked him, "have you eaten yet?"

Rong Mingyuan shook his head: "no, what did you do today?"

Su ran put the bag aside, went into the kitchen and casually answered him, "with Yihan."

Rong Mingyuan no longer asked what, with Jiang Yihan together, he was relieved.

After a while, Rong Mingyuan stood up, covered his right abdomen, and went to the kitchen. The rental house was very small, and the area of the kitchen was even smaller. Both of them felt that they could not turn around.

Sue ran washed a tomato. "It's too small here. Go out and wait."

Rong Mingyuan shakes his head and leans his head on Su Ran's shoulder. His voice is as deep as a cello: "I'm hungry."

Su Ran's heart suddenly missed a beat. Her cheek was hot, but she pretended to be indifferent. "I know. You go out first, I'll fix it right away."

Rong Mingyuan put his hands around her waist and his lips around her neck: "I mean, I'm hungry."

Su ran finally recognized the hint in his words, and felt funny. She was not honest after being stabbed in the stomach. Moreover, when did she say that she would accept him?

Su ran turned around, calmly pushed him away and pushed him out all the way: "wait outside, or don't blame me for driving you out."

Rong Mingyuan sat on the sofa with a satisfied smile.

Well, she has accepted more than half of herself, even now living in such a poor house, he also recognized.

After a simple meal, Su ran made a bed for him and called him, "you can sleep."

Rong Mingyuan sat on the sofa and said, "how can I sleep before I take a bath?"

Su ran came out and seriously gave him popular science medical knowledge: "the doctor said that you can't get water on your wound now, it will be infected, and you can't take a bath."

Rong Mingyuan noncommittal, "the doctor only said that the wound can't touch the water, right? That other places always have to be washed, I'm the patient, you wash me."

He seems more and more shameless.

Su ran stares at him: "Rong Mingyuan, don't push an inch."

Rong Mingyuan shrugged and raised his eyebrows: "OK, I'll do it myself."

Then he got up and went to the bathroom.

Su ran stares at him, gnashing his teeth: "you stop for me."

Finally, she compromised and followed him into the bathroom.

After putting the water in, Su ran took off his clothes carefully. Looking at the scar on his back, she was surprised and asked him, "how did you do this?"

On Rong Mingyuan's back, there are several winding wounds, large and small. Some of them have become brown scars, and some of them have scab.

She stroked the bumps on his back. She couldn't figure out how he could make himself like this.

Rong Mingyuan told her in an indifferent tone: "nothing. If you want to stay in prison, you have to pay a price."

It's no more than the real world outside. Money means nothing to them.

There, violence is more useful than money.

His words, let Su ran silence, if say, she still has so little hatred for him, now, see those scars, also have disappeared.

In order to make her happy and keep her in balance, he was willing to torture himself and suffer the pain that should not belong to him.

Originally there was love for him, ah, her heart suddenly a burst of sour, eyes from a layer of misty water, she tried to restrain the tears in her eyes, do not want to fall, but still do not strive to fall on his back.

Rong Mingyuan was obviously stunned. He couldn't help saying, "Ranran."

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Su ran wiped her tears from the corner of her eyes, consciously lost her posture, wiped her body for him, and tried to stabilize her voice: "I'm ok, you sit well, don't let the wound get wet."

If you are obedient, it is not Rong Mingyuan.

He held Su Ran's hand, turned back, looked at her seriously, stretched out his hand and touched her cheek, like consolation. Chong drowned and said, "for you, I am willing to accept all the hardships."

Su ran wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, looked at him and frowned: "Hey, are you going to wash it or not?"

Woman's mind is really fickle. Rong Mingyuan looks at Su ran whose face changes suddenly, and says inexplicably, "I didn't say I didn't wash it."

Su ran was amused by him. He washed it for him and cleaned it for him. Then she said, "now you can go back to sleep, Mr. Rong."

Rong Mingyuan put his arm on Su ran '

Su ran slightly struggled under his pressure: "you sleep well, I sleep on the sofa outside."

Rong Mingyuan didn't allow her to run away. Instead, he pressed her to the bed and looked at her with bright eyes: "don't worry, I won't do anything to you like this."Su dyed red face, to his wound is not very at ease, then did not struggle too much, sleep next to him.

How long has it been since.

Su ran doesn't remember, and doesn't want to remember. The past days, like the wind, are gone. What's the use of too much entanglement? Why don't she hold fast to the past flashiness, beautiful clothes, fine clothes and fine fur, for fear that she will lose the face of Rong's family if she doesn't do well.

Now, simple room, simple food, simple work, she is happy, Su ran sighed, perhaps the meaning of life has never been material satisfaction, but the pursuit of spirit.

Thinking, Su ran fell asleep.

Rong Mingyuan's wound is painful. He can't stretch his body, but he still holds Su ran in his arms. This feeling of fullness makes him feel more at ease than ever before. All his efforts are not in vain. What he does seems to have a special meaning at this moment.

He and she, after so many things, can still lie together like this, he can still hold her in his arms, how lucky god is.

The moonlight is charming. Under the same moonlight, Qiao Yunshen stands by the French window and looks at the endless flow of cars outside. The whole city is like a world of light made up of neon. They are busy and numb, and no one can understand his inner loneliness.

On the table, the open information shows that Rong Mingyuan has already been released from prison. Moreover, according to the feedback from the police station, all his criminal evidence has been erased without any trace. He is now a free citizen of Rongcheng.

Qiao Yunshen clenched his fist. How can he be careless and neglect Rong Mingyuan's power?

Belittling the enemy means giving the enemy a chance to fight for himself. He has understood this for a long time, but now he has done it easily.

Outside, there was a slight noise.

Qiao Yun deep frown, a pair of sharp eyes to the door, his voice low asked: "who?"

The man's body was obviously stiff. After hearing his voice, he tried to say naturally, "Yunshen, I'm your father."

Zhu Minghua.

Qiao Yun frowned deeply. What is he doing here at this late hour?

Qiao Yunshen turned on the light, and Zhu Minghua's old face was full of smiles: "it's me."

"What are you doing here so late?"

"Oh, let's see if we have any doors left open, so that we can lock them and go back to rest."

Zhu Minghua smiles and looks at Qiao Yunshen's face respectfully.

Qiao Yunshen relaxes and laughs at himself secretly. He is just a gatekeeper. What threat can he have.

"You go back to rest. You don't have to worry about it here."

Zhu Minghua answered, looked at Qiao Yunshen, turned around, just wanted to go, Qiao Yunshen called him: "wait a minute."

The expression on Zhu Minghua's face was subtle. He didn't know whether he was guilty or something else. He turned back and asked, "is there anything else?"

Qiao Yunshen did not find that Zhu Minghua's hands clenched into a fist, and there was an inexplicable tension on his face.

He looked at the stack of information on the table, and his voice was like still water: "can you have a drink with me?"

With these words, Qiao Yunshen also thinks that he is ridiculous. He even wants to have a drink with the person he once despised most.

But now, in addition to him, who else can he show himself like this? In the eyes of the outside world, even he thinks that Qiao Yunshen is always calm and rational. How can he do such things as drinking to relieve his worries.

He forgot that the reason why people call them human rather than God is that people can't always be rational and always have emotions to vent.

There is surprise in Zhu Minghua's eyes. Did he hear it right? The elegant and noble man like a prince is telling himself that he wants to have a drink with himself.

He Leng Leng, after confirming that he did not hear wrong, slightly with some at a loss, "then I'm going to buy some wine."

Qiao Yunshen waved, "no, you go, don't worry about me."

Zhu Minghua inexplicably looked at Qiao Yun deep one eye, or left.

He is no longer the ignorant boy he picked up. This man has a deep sense of the city, ruthless means and precise vision. After all, he is still a little bit small in his heart. He is better to be careful.

Qiao Yun's dark eyes deepened. He was driving. The dark blue Lamborghini aventador was speeding on the high speed. He didn't know where he was going. Maybe he just wanted to be in such a speed.

Rong Mingyuan's wound is getting better. It's not a big operation. He has a good constitution. Su ran pays special attention to it. It's better than others.

But when song Lei saw the scar on his stomach, he couldn't help exclaiming: "Mr. Rong, you've been stabbed here."

Rong Mingyuan sneered: "appendicitis, an unexpected small gift."

Gifts.

Song Lei is puzzled. His boss has always been elusive, but he didn't come to him just to figure out his boss. After Rong Mingyuan came out of prison, Zhenyuan real estate, which was founded by Rong Mingyuan, has been on the right track, and other branches in Zhenyuan's name are also slowly on the right track.Rong's former employees still have a little conscience. After Song Lei recruited them back, most of their former customers also came back.