Chapter 120

When I visited Jiang's home for the first time, Rong Jing just looked at the small space with his spare light.

It's a little small, but it gives people a warm feeling.

It's like the decoration style of the house where Jiang lived with her mother on her birthday.

"Mr. Rong, why do you take Xiao with you so late Why don't you come to me at nine? "

She almost said that she was a steamed bun.

Rong Jing looked down at Rong Ning, who had been dozing off. Without blinking his eyes, he said, "Rong Ning wakes up and can't find you. He has been crying."

Rong Ning, who is already sleepy, doesn't lift his head when he hears Rong Jing's words.

When did he cry?

It's not Jing FA's nerve. As soon as he went back to the ward, he called him up and asked him to send a message to Jiang Xuan asking where she was.

But after sending it, I felt bad, so I took the phone back and withdrew the message.

In the face of Jing's moodiness, Rong Ning said that he was used to it.

And then, he was carried here by Rongjing as a sack, and under the guise of him, he went into mommy's house.

"Jing, if you use a patient like this, won't your conscience hurt?"

When Jiang Xuan went to pour water, Rong Ning just held his consciousness, opened his eyes and looked at Rong Jing, who was sitting beside Zheng Er Ba Jing, and asked.

"Close your eyes." Rong Jing, with her legs crossed, doesn't feel guilty at all. Instead, she takes it for granted.

Rong Ning is also with him on the bar, deliberately open his eyes wide, is not closed.

Perhaps in terms of shamelessness, ginger is still old and spicy.

"If you don't close your eyes, you won't want mommy in the future."

Without any hesitation, Rong Ning continued to close his eyes and pretend to be dead.

Stinking, I have no ability to catch up with Mommy, I know how to bully children.

Sleeping in the big bed, next to a small bun, Jiang Xuan still can't sleep.

There is no guest room at home, or Rong Jing first made a compromise, directly holding a pile of quilts, go to the living room sofa to make do with one night.

But the sofa is so small, she just fell asleep, Rong Jing such a tall person, enough sleep?

The more she thinks about it, the more she feels sorry. It's late autumn. She doesn't like to turn on the air conditioner, so she hasn't installed an air conditioner at home since returning home. What if she sleeps one night and catches a cold?

After staring at the sleeping bun for a while, Jiang Xun crept up from the bed, took another quilt from the wardrobe and opened the bedroom door.

In the living room, Rong Jing, who was still holding a mobile phone, could easily hear the small movements in the bedroom. His lips were slightly raised up. He turned over and lay on the floor of the sofa with a blanket.

The bitter coolness came directly through the blanket.

Gently with the bedroom door, Jiang opened the living room wall lamp, around the corner, but did not see who should have been lying on the sofa.

On the maroon sofa, with only a corner of blanket left, Jiang Xun walked over and saw Rongjing lying on the ground.

"How can you sleep on such a short sofa?" She murmured, hesitated, and laid the heavy quilt in the open space of the living room.

"Mr. Rong," Jiang Xuan patted Rongjing on the shoulder and saw him wake up with sleepy eyes. Then he continued, "if you sleep directly on the ground, you will catch cold. I'll lay a cushion for you. You can sleep there."

Rong Jing calmed down, pinched the bridge of his nose, put his hands on the sofa, but did not stand up.

"My feet are numb." He said in a dumb voice.

"Then I, I'll help you up." The coffee table moved backward, and Jiang Xuan stood beside Rongjing and handed it to Rongjing.

Feeling his warm palm holding her tightly, Jiang Xun's cheek was hot, and he helped Rong Jing up with his strength.

"Lie down first, and I'll bring you the blanket." Jiang Xuan said respectfully.

Looking at Jiang's delicate back, Rong Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

Even though she has been together for so long, she still regards herself as the president and a partner of the company, and she has not Are you interested?

Holding the blanket, he kneels down beside Rongjing. Jiang Xuan carefully covers Rongjing with the blanket. Just as she is about to stand up, Rongjing's hand comes out of the blanket and directly pinches Jiang Xuan's wrist.

Her eyes suddenly widened and looked at Rongjing.

If there is no extra words, Jiang Xuan feels the strength on her arm. Then the whole person is pulled down by Rong Jing. Without any warning, she falls into Rong Jing's arms.

Heart seems to be in a moment faster, the air restless, with her already some hot cheeks more and more red.

"Mr. Rong..."

Jiang Xuan's brain is blank. She only feels that between breathing, it's all the peppermint smell of men. But out of instinct, she still wants to stand up.

Rongjing backhand will originally hold her arm's hand to her waist, but also heavily let her lean on his arms: "Jiang Xuan, don't always alienate me, OK?"Perhaps it was because she was too flustered that she had the illusion that Rong Jing's words made people feel pity. Jiang Xun thought of it like this.

"Rong..." Jiang Xuan wanted to open her mouth, but Rong Jing took the first step and sealed her lips with her fingers.

"Don't call Mr. Rong, just call me Rong Jing, OK?" His eyes were shining in the dim environment, staring at the river like a whirlpool, trying to suck her in completely.

Jiang did not answer and did not move.

After a while, she reached out and pressed on Rong Jing's chest: "Rong always said so, don't you feel sorry for Xiao Jiu's biological mother?"

Ignoring Rong Jing's dismay, Jiang Xuan stood up and went back to his bedroom without staying any longer.

Staring at the closed door, Rongjing's eyes were just a little dark.

Leaning against the door of the bedroom, Jiang Xun squatted down and held his knees.

The ambiguities in the air seemed to be still around Jiang Xuan. Rong Jing's low voice was like a magic spell.

After turning off two alarm clocks, Jiang Xuan finally went to sleep in.

Stand up, looking at the empty room, white curtain outside the day has been bright.

After a look at the time on his mobile phone, Jiang realized how serious he was today.

He walked out of the bedroom barefoot, and the living room was full of sunshine. Except for a plate of breakfast on the Liuli platform, Jiang Xuan had no way to prove that Rong Jing really brought Rong Ning to the room last night.

Even last night, Rong Jing really held her in her arms and said those ambiguous words.

After eating Rongjing's breakfast calmly, Jiang Xun tied his long hair into a ponytail, simply cleaned it up and went directly to the company. Some things never came back too slowly.