Chapter 1100

Su ran nodded. She was really tired recently. She didn't have a good meal because she had something in her heart. But she didn't expect that her constitution would be so bad, so she fainted.

She wanted to call Zimu. Today, she couldn't go out with him. She took out her mobile phone and found that there was no electricity left.

Feel the pocket, fortunately, there is still some money, enough for her to take a car back, she now do not think about anything, just want to go home, take a hot bath, and then have a good sleep.

Just, is the person who is sitting at the door sleeping with his head down cloud deep?

At the door, Qiao Yunshen, wearing a suit, sat at the door of Su Ran's house. One of his long legs was horizontal, the other was bending, as if he was asleep.

Su ran goes over with some doubts. How did Yunshen fall asleep here?

She patted Yunshen on the shoulder. "Why did Yunshen fall asleep here?"

Qiao Yunshen raises his head and sees that Su Ran is shooting himself. He wakes up with a start. He looks Su ran up and down, and is relieved to see that she is not in any serious trouble.

"Ranran, where have you been?"

Qiao Yunshen's tone can't help but bring a trace of censure. He almost never spoke to her in such a serious tone, except when she married Rong Mingyuan.

"Zi Mu had too much to drink last night. He asked me to pick him up and I took care of him all night."

Subconsciously, she didn't say what happened to Rong Mingyuan.

Qiao Yunshen relaxed his face and nodded. Seeing Su Ran's tired face, he couldn't help saying, "I've been tired all night. Go back to sleep. Then I'll go first. "

"Well."

Su ran didn't have the energy to say anything more, so she went back to the room.

The shadow of Qiao Yun's deep eyes is getting deeper and deeper. Just now, he clearly saw the medical tape on her hand, but she lied to herself that she had taken care of Zi mu all night.

Su Ran has cheated him several times. Qiao Yunshen's heart is getting deeper and deeper. In the past, Su ran was willful, but she would tell him everything she did. Now, the distance between him and her is getting farther and farther.

Early in the morning, song ruochu walks into the building of Rong's group. She walks into Rong Mingyuan's office and looks at the handsome man sitting on the chair with delicate makeup. His brow looks tired, but she still can't hide his brilliant courage.

Song ruochu sat on the guest sofa in the office, spread out the folder in his hand, and looked at Rong Mingyuan like business: "Mr. Rong, I didn't expect that you would choose me as the publicity plan of your new building, and I would do it well. So, shall we start talking now or not?"

She did not expect that Rong Mingyuan would choose her as the publicity planner of Rong's new property.

Rong Mingyuan looked at Song ruochu deeply under his eyes and said, "don't worry. Miss Song doesn't know if she is interested in talking to me about something else."

Song ruochu nodded: "of course."

After all, Rong Mingyuan is her customer this time. The customers are not worried. Of course, she is not worried.

Rong Mingyuan opened an old newspaper on his desk and said carelessly, "I don't know if Miss Song reads the newspaper. It's really multifarious, even if someone is in prison."

Song ruochu looks at Rong Mingyuan. The man in front of her is hard to understand. She knows that he speaks with deep meaning, but she doesn't know what he means.

"Who's in jail?"

Song ruochu measured it, and continued to follow Rong Mingyuan's words. It was always right to be careful.

Rong Mingyuan had a little pride in his eyes. She asked, completely to his expectation, "Mo Guohua, who used to be famous in Rongcheng, is now in prison. It's said that life inside is not so good, but Miss Song's time in Rongcheng is short, so I don't think she has heard of this person?"

Rong Mingyuan stares at Song ruochu and doesn't let go of any details on her face.

She first face a stiff, then returned to normal, reluctantly pulled the corners of the mouth: "ha ha, I have not heard."

Rong Mingyuan satisfied put down the newspaper, stood up, walked to song ruochu, said with a smile: "we can talk about this propaganda plan."

Song ruochu was overwhelmed by his forceful momentum. She couldn't help nodding: "well, Mr. Rong, please say it."

Rong Mingyuan said with a smile: "just now I just made a joke with Miss Song. Song Lei is always responsible for this kind of thing."

With that, Rong Mingyuan called in the Superman song Lei, who was working as usual, and said, "Miss Song wants to talk about the publicity and planning of the new real estate. Please tell Miss song about the specific matters."

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Song ruochu also had a serious expression and a formulaic smile: "please tell me, song tezhu, what style of publicity does Rong need this time?"

Song Lei put his pen on the table, held it with both hands, and looked at Song ruochu with a smile: "ha ha, Miss Song, we pay you to publicize it. What we want is your creativity and your ideas. I don't think it's difficult for Miss Song?"Song Lei's face is like wearing a mask. Under his impeccable smile, there is a real emotion that no one can see.

Sure enough, after staying with Rong Mingyuan for a long time, what he has learned is not a single bit. Song ruochu laughs awkwardly, which is the most difficult part. When they make plans, the company that employs them will at least give them a direction, so as to ensure that what they have done can satisfy them as much as possible. Now, Rong is throwing this problem to her.

"Of course, then, I'm free to play."

Song ruochu stood up and was ready to leave.

But song Lei stopped her: "Miss Song, Rong has a brand to plan and publicize. I don't know if Miss Song is interested?"

Song ruochu stops and looks at him suspiciously. The planning of the new property is already a big cooperation with Rong. It will take a long time for him to be busy. Does Rong still have a brand to plan and publicize?

Song Lei took a piece of information and handed it to song ruochu. He said with a smile: "the pre-sale of new buildings will only start for a while. This is more anxious. Miss Song, look, if you can do it, give me a reply."

Song ruochu takes it over. It's another Rong's clothing brand. Last time, because of the advertisement of Rong's parent-child clothes, the brand quickly became popular. This time, it's for lovers.

A brand is not conservative, but innovative.

Song ruochu thought for a while and agreed.

After song ruochu left, song Lei was relieved that he wanted to ask for leave. If he continued to work like this, he would surely die of overwork.

The sun is burning, and Mo Guohua in the prison has a decadent face. When he sees Rong Mingyuan, he doesn't even have hate in his eyes, only endless haggard and tired.

Rong Mingyuan looks at Mo Guohua. Obviously, he is very satisfied with Mo Guohua's appearance. He estimates that the time is almost over. Now it seems that there is no need to do it again for a third time.

"Mr. Mo, are you still not willing to tell me the information?"

He looks at Mo Guohua calmly. It's not him in it. He can afford it, but Mo Guohua can't afford it. After all, he is an old man. How can he compete with an elite man in his prime in such an unfavorable environment.

Mo Guohua dispirited looking at Rong Mingyuan, to the phone, gnashing his teeth told him a string of addresses.

It's really hard to find a place. The person he couldn't find for a long time was actually in Rongcheng.

Rong Mingyuan smiles, "I'm glad Mr. Mo can cooperate like this."

He was about to put down the phone, but Mo Guohua stopped him like he was frightened: "Rong Mingyuan."

Rong Mingyuan was startled by such a loud voice. He sat back and looked at him in his spare time.

Mo Guohua's eyes with a hint of begging: "I'm afraid I can't get out of this place all my life, please let me go."

It's not easy for Mo Guohua to say such humble words.

Rong Mingyuan slightly pondered, nodded and agreed to him.

Don't know, he can imagine how difficult Mo Guohua's life in prison is. Rong Mingyuan is not a soft hearted man, but he has always been a person who distinguishes right from wrong. Since Mo Guohua has told him all the most important chips in his hand, he will always give him a few days to live a good life.

Rongcheng sunny, a thriving weather, warm sunshine in Su Ran's face, she did not wake up, really tired, sleep to now do not want to wake up.

The knock outside the door is very persistent. Su ran closes her eyes and frowns. She wants to ignore it, thinking that maybe after knocking for a while, this person will give up, but she obviously underestimates this person's persistence.

Su ran got up from the bed in a bad mood, closed her eyes and swaggered to open the door.

Jiang Yihan outside the door was stunned when he saw her like this. He was surprised and asked, "Ranran, how many days have you not slept?"

Su ran raised her eyes to see that it was Jiang Yihan, so she didn't care about her image any more. She collapsed on the sofa and closed her eyes.

"What's the matter?"

She murmured, as if in gibberish.

Jiang Yihan sat beside her, his voice with joy: "Ranran, don't you see any changes in me?"

Su ran doesn't even bother to lift her eyes, but she hasn't seen each other for two or three months. What changes can she make.

"Are you pregnant?"

Su ran guessed casually, and Jiang Yihan patted her: "what do you say?"

How can a woman like her allow herself to be pregnant?

Su ran casually closed her eyes and guessed. Just now she casually looked at Jiang Yihan, as if, um, she was standing outside the door.

When this idea jumps into mind, Su ran immediately opens her eyes. She looks at Jiang Yihan with wide open eyes and asks her, "Yihan, is your leg OK?"

Jiang Yihan nodded and snored her head: "you can see it at last."

Su ran looked at Jiang Yihan happily and took her hand: "when will it be ok? You stand up and I'll see. "That looks better than her. I'm excited.

Jiang Yihan stood up, took a few steps and asked her, "how about being like a normal person?"

After all, she is just getting better. She is still a bit awkward and unfamiliar when she walks. However, Su Ran is still happy: "she finally stands up. It's good. We can go out to play and go shopping together again."

Jiang Yihan patted Su ran complacently: "go, go out to drink with me."

This time, it's happy wine.

Su ran thought about it. Anyway, she agreed with Zi Mu that she would not go to work today. If Jiang Yihan could stand up, she would be happy for her from the bottom of her heart. "OK, go, don't get drunk."

"Of course."