Chapter 1132

When he returned to Rong Mingyuan's home, he had already sat on the sofa in the living room. When Su ran came back, he put his eyes on her and looked at her up and down.

Su ran looks at herself with his eyes. It seems that there is nothing wrong with her. How can she let Mingyuan look like she wants to see a hole in her body?

He stood up, walked slowly to her side, eyes tightly staring at her eyes: "but only one day, you have become Zi Mu's girlfriend?"

His tone was full of danger. Su ran quickly explained, "it's not what you think. I'm just helping Zi mu."

She swore to look at him, really do not want to cause misunderstanding between them again entanglement.

Rong Mingyuan looks at the nervous Su ran, but she smiles. Her nervous explanation makes him feel good inexplicably. Looking at the things she is carrying, she frowns: "what do you buy so many bones for?"

Su ran held it up and said with a smile, "aunt Zhuang said," what you eat can make up for what you're broken. I'll boil a bone soup for you now. "

Rong Mingyuan took a close look at the bag in her hand, uncertain: "pig bone?"

"Well."

Rong Mingyuan gave a meaningful smile, turned and sat back in the living room. God knows, he still had a lot of work to do. He was so busy that he saw the headlines of Su ran and Zi mu in his spare time. He didn't want to pay attention to them, but he couldn't read a word. He simply turned off the computer and came back.

"Mr. Rong, Feng Jingmo's clothing brand launch will be held at the beginning of next month. What should we do?"

Song Lei called. Although Rong's clothing brand is well-known, fengjingmo is famous in France after all. French romance is famous, and Paris is the romantic capital of the world. If you don't want to let fengjingmo have a share in the clothing brand market, you must suppress it in the early stage.

Rong Mingyuan thought a little: "the amusement park is about to be completed, and our official opening will be at the beginning of next month. What's the matter with Xie Mingquan?"

In a few words, Rong Mingyuan has always been so calm and controlled the market of Rongcheng.

"Recently, he seems very restless, as if he is secretly renovating a new casino."

"Well, I see."

No matter when and where, starting with gambling is always the fastest way to collect money. At the beginning, Rong Mingyuan also relied on the five hotels that Xie Mingquan lost to him to make a comeback.

Xie Mingquan certainly understood this truth, unfortunately, he did not have the opportunity in the Rongcheng this piece of land.

Zheng Zhiyuan is rare at home. He holds his son and teases him. Yang Qingge is beside him, watching them laughing. Zheng Jiaren is not here. She pretends to be casual and says: "husband, our sons are so old, we mother and son have nothing."

If she was destined to live in the Zheng family all the time, she would fight for her rights and interests. At the beginning, only 5% of the property in Zheng Zhiyuan's will was left to her. If she didn't have this child, maybe the money would be enough for her life. But now that she has a child, she must make plans for her child.

Zheng Zhiyuan teased his son and said carelessly, "what's the matter? Not enough living expenses? Didn't I give you a credit card? "

He obviously didn't understand the real meaning of Yang Qingge.

Yang Qingge's expression was aggrieved. She hugged her son from Zheng Zhiyuan's arms and said discontentedly, "husband, I don't mean credit card. You don't want to leave a share for our son in Zheng's big business?"

She tried to make it clear. If he couldn't hear what it meant, she didn't mind at all. She was more clear.

Zheng Zhiyuan looked at Yang Qingge. Although he was old, he was just as wise and shrewd. "Well, when Jiajia comes back, I'll call a lawyer to make a new will. What do you think?"

The child in Yang Qingge's arms, after all, is his own son. He can't favor one over the other.

But Yang Qingge changed her face. If Miss Zheng was present, would she have a good life? She encourages her father to divide the property that originally belongs to her. Can she expect her to keep a secret for her?

Yang Qingge put down the child, duqikou: "you clearly don't see our mother and son in the eye, at the beginning, when you make a will, only Jiajia was present, even I can't be in, how to our mother and son when we must all be together? If you don't want a son, then I will go with my son."

Her expression is full of dissatisfaction and firmness. The actor was born, and this drama can be performed well.

If she dares to say that, she is not afraid that Zheng Zhiyuan will drive them out of the Zheng family. After all, the old son in her arms is the treasure of Zheng Zhiyuan's heart. She does not believe that Zheng Zhiyuan will not care.

Sure enough, Zheng Zhiyuan leaned over, hugged Yang Qingge's shoulder, and comforted her with a smile: "well, when changing the will, don't let Jiajia be present"

ZHENG Zhiyuan compromised.Yang Qingge was relieved and then showed a smile.

Mrs. Zheng has been very busy recently. Rong Mingyuan is not here. Song Lei is busy every day. Her feet are not touching the ground. She can't stay with him for a while.

This also calculate, song Lei sees her idle, still throw a pile of work to her, do not take oneself completely when outsider.

Zheng Jiaren stares at him with her eyebrows on her side: "Hello, song Lei, I'm not your Rong's employee."

Song Lei smiles and pats her on the shoulder: "just take it as if you help me, OK?"

Miss Zheng has no choice but to go on. Song Lei laughs and gets along with her. Only when he gets along with her, can he find out what a nice girl she is. Although she is old and strange, she only needs a few good words and sweet words, and everything is OK.

Sitting at Song Lei's desk processing Rong's sales data, Zheng Jiaren receives a phone call. She casually picks it up. After listening to a few words, she faintly says, "well, I know."

He hung up.

Zheng Jiaren put down the data in her hand, with a smile on her lips, and calculated whether she was, so we'll wait to have a good look.

The smell of rice overflows. Su ran just wants to ask Rong Mingyuan to have dinner, but finds that he is sleeping on the sofa, and his laptop is not turned off. It also shows his email communication with song Lei. Su ran gently turns off the laptop and wants to call him, but after seeing the deep tiredness between his eyebrows, she can't bear to wake him up.

How long has it been since I saw him so carefully.

Su ran thought silently, his handsome facial features softened at the moment, with a kind of quiet power. Su ran couldn't help reaching out and touching his eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, the green stubble on his chin, some pricking, Su Ran's hand lingered on his eyes, Rong Mingyuan had a pair of extremely beautiful deep eyes, from a long time ago she had been He fell in and never came out again.

Su ran looks at him and imagines that the eyes are colorful when they open. She can't help laughing.

Rong Mingyuan frowned slightly and spoke in a low voice: "have you touched enough?"

Su ran was startled. She quickly took back her fingers and said, "the meal is ready. I just want you to eat."

Rong Mingyuan opened his beautiful eyes and stared at her tightly: "so, you take advantage of me while I'm asleep?"

"How can I have it?"

Su Ran has a hard tongue.

Rong Mingyuan came closer to her, with a charm in his voice: "is that right?"

Su Ran's breathing is unsteady. She can even feel Rong Mingyuan's breathing.

He looked at her with bright eyes and said with a smile, "wait a minute, I'll take it back intact."

Before Su ran knew what he wanted, Rong Mingyuan got up and went to the dining table to sit down.

The plaster of his left hand has been removed, as long as he doesn't take heavy things, there will be no problem, but he deliberately called out: "Su ran, I want to eat."

After all, Rong Mingyuan's arm will be injured again. It's all because of herself. She takes up the chopsticks and brings a dish to his mouth.

Rong Mingyuan looks at Su ran with satisfaction. This kind of sweetness has never been possessed in his marriage, but at the moment, he suddenly realizes how much he has lost in the years he doesn't know.

"Ranran, follow me to go through the formalities."

Swallow the last mouthful of food, Rong Mingyuan said so.

Su ran doubts: "what procedure?"

"The procedure of remarriage."

Rong Mingyuan said these four words calmly and firmly.

Su ran was stunned. After a long time, she shook her head.

Does she really want to marry the star named Zimu?

Rong Mingyuan frowned: "don't you want to marry me?"

Su ran shakes her head again, she doesn't know, doesn't know how to choose, although, Rong Mingyuan in her heart has a decisive weight, but, who can guarantee, between them, there will be no harm, he hurt her every time, almost want to let her die, next time? Can she be so lucky to stay with him next time?

She didn't know, and even she felt that it would be good to get along with each other in the future.

Rong Mingyuan didn't know what was in her mind. He frowned and forced her to look at himself: "you tell me, why?"

Su ran wants to avoid his sight, but he can't. for a long time, she silently tells him all the worries in her heart.

Rong Mingyuan was silent for a long time, and finally he said: "Ranran, every time you are indiscriminate, you directly sentenced me to death, every time you know, I have never betrayed you, never."

How much hate, how much love.

If ever found a right person, other people, in his eyes have become vicissitudes of life, not worth mentioning.

Su ran silently, finally, can only say: "Ming Yuan, sorry."

***

those injuries have gone away, she has long been no longer persistent, and never knew that she had caused him so much damage. She knew that a word of sorry could not alleviate anything, but at the moment, she could not think of anything except sorry.Rong Mingyuan left her face and said with a bitter smile, "who told me to fall in love?"

He is no longer a superior president, no longer a powerful business tycoon in the business circle, he is just an ordinary man who fell in love.

Su ran looked at him: "Mingyuan, give me time, OK?"

"How long?"

"One day, two days or three days?"

Rong Mingyuan looks at her aggressively, as if he doesn't want to leave her any more.

Su ran was forced to do nothing but say, "tomorrow, I'll give you an answer, OK?"