Chapter 1121

Su ran directly carried the vegetables into the kitchen, one by one, according to Zhuang Qing's handwritten recipes, doing very seriously.

In the past, when she was Mrs. Rong, she used to cook for him at home, but she seldom got his favor, because he was often not at home.

Now, when they no longer have any contact, they are more like ordinary couples in this world.

Su ran catches a wry smile at the corner of her mouth. She is distracted and inattentive. She cuts off a small piece of meat on her index finger. She can't help but snort. The blood is flowing on her index finger. She doesn't want Rong Mingyuan to see herself like this. She bandages it silently and then cooks.

She's probably the most self reliant cook, isn't she?

While self mocking, while cooking, and so on all the dishes are ready, the clock has pointed to half past eight.

After setting up the dishes and chopsticks, Su ran can't help calling Rong Mingyuan, who is still busy in front of the laptop. To tell you the truth, she doesn't want to call him. Rong Mingyuan, who works hard, looks quiet and wise. His face is as calm as his people. His face is full of courage and courage.

Rong Mingyuan closed the computer and walked over. The food on the table was full of fragrance, but his eyes sank. Did these dishes used to be cooked for the boy opposite?

He sat down in a muffled voice and did not say a word.

Su ran can feel his displeasure. Is it because what she has done is not to his taste? Moreover, why do she look at her with a kind of inexplicable eyes?

Su ran turns her eyes to other places unnaturally: "what are you looking at me for?"

Rong Mingyuan put his hands in front of Xiang and asked her, "where's the wine in my refrigerator"

"I don't know."

"Oh, really? There are thieves in the house

"Maybe."

Su ran replied that he had been in the hospital because of drinking. Do you want to go in again? Is wine really that good? Drinking doesn't kill you.

"Yes? Then call the police. "

Rong Mingyuan took out his cell phone and was ready to make a call.

Su ran knew that he could always say that he could do it. Before he could dial out, Su ran grabbed his mobile phone: "I took it, can't I?"

"You need to know your own weight and your obligations. You have no rights in this room, understand?"

He didn't know why he said these words, but when he thought of it, Su Ran's good once belonged to others, he couldn't help his anger.

The more angry he was, the more he wanted to torture her. Seeing her uncomfortable, he was even more upset.

Su ran endured the anger in her heart: "I have the right to make my own things. It seems that I don't like them. I'll take them and throw them away."

She took up a few dishes and was about to go out. Rong Mingyuan stopped her: "Su ran, can't you be soft in front of me?"

He looked at her, tone full of helplessness, from the moment she walked out of Rong's house, she seemed to have changed a person, the previous docility all disappeared, she became a hedgehog covered with thorns, others can be close to, only he can't.

Because of his silence, Su ran put down the plate in his hand and became silent.

She wanted to hide her injured index finger, but was still seen by Rong Mingyuan

Su ran wants to take his hand back from his hand, but he holds it more tightly: "bleeding, disinfection, understand?"

He can't help but pull her to sit down on the sofa in the living room and find out the medicine box. Su ran doesn't know how to bandage it. Her bags are in a mess. Some platelets have coagulated in the wound. Rong Mingyuan carefully unties the cloth belt she wrapped on her fingers, but she still hurts the wound. Su ran can't help but snort.

"If you don't do it yourself, bear it."

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although his mouth says so, Rong Mingyuan's hand moves more gently.

The cotton swab dipped in the liquid medicine was carefully smeared around her wound. Su Ran's fingertips could feel her heart beat, which seemed to disturb the rhythm.

He can always easily open her heart, can always easily confuse her heartbeat.

Rong Mingyuan wiped the liquid medicine for her, then carefully wrapped the band aid, and then stood up: "you can make the rest yourself."

He said tough, Su ran can't help laughing, the rest of what he has given her bag so good.

Thanks to this finger, next, he finally did not make trouble for her, and did not speak. He ate quietly. From time to time, he put the bad dishes into his bowl.

Originally, the atmosphere has become less awkward and tense. Just when she wants to explain the misunderstanding with Rong Mingyuan, the phone rings.

What's more, it's Feng Jingmo's phone.

At that end, Mr. Feng asked her, "Ranran, didn't he say that he would come out to meet in the evening"?

he waited for almost a night, but there was no news, so he had to call in person to inquire."Mr. Feng, I have something to do, I can't go, can I have another day"

before she finished her words, Rong Mingyuan snatched the mobile phone. He threw it aside, dragged her into the bedroom.

Rong Mingyuan looked at her like Obsidian: "as a lover, I'm not allowed to answer other men's phone calls in my room. Do you understand?"

Su ran was startled by his sudden anger. She just explained to Mr. Feng that she couldn't go. Was he angry?

Rong Mingyuan looks at her face, but he is even more angry. He directly presses Su ran to the bed and presses her body: "to be a lover, you have to do what you should do"

he pulls her clothes roughly, but Su ran struggles to sit up. It's because he takes her injured fingers into consideration and doesn't use much strength.

"What, regret?"

Rong Mingyuan sneered.

But Su ran began to take off her clothes: "what does Rong always want?"

Looking at her, Rong Mingyuan regards himself as a customer completely, doesn't he? He doesn't have any feelings at all. He suddenly loses his mind. For so many years, he has been alone for her all night, never flirting with others, and only loves her. Now, she is under himself, but he regards himself as a customer completely.

Even this kind of private affair has become a deal in her eyes, right?

Then it'll help you.

Rong Mingyuan tears open her clothes, and kisses fall on her neck and cheek like raindrops. Su ran accepts all this, because she no longer hates him in her heart. Suddenly, it's not so difficult to accept all this.

Like a stormy night, she accepted the storm from him.

To die, to kiss in despair.

After daybreak, everything fell silent.

Su ran opens her eyes and finds that Rong Mingyuan is no longer there. Beside her is a stack of brand-new money with a credit card and the handwriting Rong Mingyuan is familiar with.

Above, there are only three simple words: service fee.

Oh, do you really take her as a lover? A lover who needs to pay.

Su ran feels a burst of heartache and sadness in her heart. She can't see through Rong Mingyuan's mind, and she can't guess what he's thinking. It's clear that he cares about himself, but why does he always hurt her so much?

After tidying up the room, she left the money and credit card in the room where she put the wine yesterday.

Rong Mingyuan is an asshole, but he really doesn't have any more trouble with Qiao family. He gives part of the market back to Qiao family, which finally delays Qiao family's crisis.

Sitting in the office, she always felt that she should give Mr. Feng a reply. Su ran called Feng Jingmo and said, "Mr. Feng, I'm really sorry yesterday. Are you free at noon today? I'll treat you to dinner."

Feng Jingmo replied with a smile: "Ranran, how can you learn that in society? Do we need this?"

Su Ran has a bitter smile. He can't help it. If he wants to survive in this society, he must learn the rule.

"Don't invite me to dinner. Go to the airport with me."

Airport

Su ran was stunned: "what are you doing at the airport?"

"Yanxi and Yiyi come back, quarreling to see their mother, Ranran, do you have time"

referring to them, Su ran almost forgot. Many things filled her head during this period. Now when she heard the names of Yanxi and Yiyi, she immediately became gentle.

"OK, when"

"about now, I'll pick you up."

"Well."

Su ran put down the phone, in the mall, they are rivals, but in life, she is still Su ran, he is her Mr. Feng, this has never changed.

After several months' absence, Feng Yanxi and Feng Yiyi have grown a lot, and their appearance is more eye-catching. Feng Yanxi is wearing a black suit and looks like a prince in a fairy tale.

Wearing a pale yellow princess skirt, Feng Yi, like a little angel, ran over happily when he saw Su ran.

Su ran picked her up and kissed her cheek with a smile: "one by one, do you miss me"

"I miss you, mom, you don't come back to see me or call one by one."

With that, Feng Yiyi pouts his little mouth, waiting for Su ran to love her.

Su ran smiles and kisses her on the cheek: "let's punish mom for taking you to play for a day today, OK"

Feng Yanxi also comes slowly. Su ran looks at him more and more deeply and just calls out: "Yanxi."

Feng Yanxi walks over and finally hugs her.

Su ran was moved. Feng Yanxi's mind was always heavier than Feng Yiyi's. Now he was willing to be close to himself. Su Ran's heart was full of joy.

They are very like a family of four, even go out with the back are so harmonious.

After going out, Su ran asked subconsciously, "Mr. Feng, Miss Song, didn't you come?""She's too busy planning to have time."

Feng Jingmo answered her words lightly, as if it didn't matter whether song ruochu came or not. She didn't ask any more. She took Feng Yanxi and Feng Yiyi to the car and said that they were going to play. But after all, they came by plane. The two children were tired. Feng Jingmo took them home first.

Sitting in the co pilot's seat, Su ran can't help feeling uncomfortable. She has to turn her head out of the window. The car is passing by a clothing store. There is a pair of people who look like lovers at the door. They are very intimate. Su ran rubs her eyes. Is she dazzled? Why does that man look so familiar?

Su Ran has a name floating in her heart, but she subconsciously vetoed it I don't know whether I can't believe it or I don't want to believe it. She has been telling herself from the bottom of her heart that it won't be him. It must be her own eyes.