Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

Murong Rong never thought that Rong Jiuci would be like this.

He actually forced her.

What made her even more unacceptable was her response to Rong Jiuci at the end.

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Murong Rong slapped her across the face, how could she do this to An An!

"Miss Mu, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Xiang, who had just walked over, saw this scene and ran over in fright.

"Nothing. A mosquito landed on my face."

Sister-in-law Xiang knew that Murong Rong was lying, Dijingyuan had just asked the cleaning company to disinfect where did the mosquitoes come from.

But seeing Murong Rong's expression of something wrong, he didn't dare to speak out.

Seeing the redness and swelling on Murong Rong's face, he couldn't help but feel very distressed: "Look, it's like this. Let me help you with some medicine."

"No need, I'll go to the pharmacy in a while and ask them to help with the medicine." Murong Rong went to get the clothes that were put aside and prepared to leave.

"Miss Mu, you can't leave." Aunt Xiang hurriedly stopped her: "Young Master said that you should stay and raise your baby in peace."

"Raise a baby? What kind of baby?" She has been in and out of the hospital so many times recently, and she has never been pregnant at all.

"That's what the young master ordered." The young master also said that if I can't serve Miss Mu, let me pack up and leave.Miss Mu, look at me at this age, if I get kicked out by the young master, I won't have a job. "

Murong Rong couldn't help but called Rong Jiuci: "Rong Jiuci, I'm leaving now, you tell Sister Xiang to let me go."

Rong Jiuci said: "Didn't Mrs. Xiang make it clear? I'll let you take a good rest in Dijing Garden, so that you won't be punished when you give birth."

As soon as Rong Jiuci said this, Huo Yanshen's ears couldn't help pricking up, Song Yuanxiu also put down the red wine in his hand, and turned his head to look over.

Murong Rong laughed angrily: "What kind of child is born? There is nothing in my stomach except fat and oil!"

"Are you implying that I'm not working hard enough?" Rong Jiuci raised his eyebrows a little: "Don't worry, there will be some soon."

"Rong Jiuci!"

"Rongrong, you have to be obedient."

"Rong Jiuci, I want to leave!"

"Let's take care of your recent work in Dijingyuan now. After the design drawing is finished, I will ask Assistant Yang to help you make appointments with clients. There should be no problem."

Murong Rong became even more frantic, with an indescribable anxiety in his heart: "There is a problem, who said it's okay? Rong Jiuci, I said I want to leave, you can't force me!"

"I can." Rong Jiuci's voice was flat, but with irrefutable strength: "I said, you can leave when you get pregnant."

As soon as the voice finished, Murong Rong had already hung up the phone.

Rong Jiuci looked at the words that the call ended on the screen, and put the phone away.

Huo Yanshen couldn't help it anymore: "Brother Jiu, what you said is not true, is it. You are trying to make Miss Mu happy."

"She's not happy."

Song Yuanxiu said: "This is not important. The point is, Brother Jiu, do you really want Miss Mu to give you another child?"

Rong Jiuci nodded: "Chenchen is the only one at home now, it's still too lonely after all."

Song Yuanxiu has never talked much, but at this moment he couldn't help it anymore: "Ninth Brother, if you try to make Auntie compromise in this way, I'm afraid it will be self-defeating. She will only think that Miss Mu has a deep mind, let alone let her She entered the gate of Rong's house."

"Murong Rong doesn't need to enter the door of Rong's house, he just needs to enter my door. I, Rong Jiuci, want Mrs. Rong, not Mrs. Rong."

Rong Jiuci's plain words revealed his tough and resolute attitude, which surprised Song Yuanxiu and Huo Yanshen.

In fact, they had already guessed Rong Jiuci's thoughts long before. He really had a heart for Murong Rong, but they never expected him to be so determined.

Huo Yanshen couldn't help giving Rong Jiuci a thumbs up: "Ninth brother is better than you, a real man has to be like you. Speaking of which, Miss Mu's name really matches Jiuge's, Rong Jiuci , Murong Rong. Your last name, my first name, romantic."

Song Yuanxiu frowned slightly, and said, "Ninth Brother, your biggest resistance seems to be Miss Mu."

He faintly heard Murong Rong's words just now, her attitude was extremely firm, she was not like those women outside who used such small means to threaten.

In other words, she didn't want to give birth to Brother Jiu, let alone be with Brother Jiu.

Huo Yanshen was not worried: "Have you forgotten about Chenchen's cutie? He is Brother Jiu's biggest trump card and trump card."

Song Yuanxiu didn't speak, but he was suspicious in his heart, could he really treat Chen Chen as his own without blood relationship?

Emperor View Garden.

Murong Rong threw the phone aside, his chest heaving violently.

Mrs. Xiang brought a glass of water: "Miss Mu, I just woke up this morning, drink some water, and you'll be fine."

Murong Rong knew that Mrs. Xiang was only following orders, so even if she got angry again, she would not be able to show her face to Mrs. Xiang.

However, she really can't be calm now, she doesn't want to drink any water: "Sister-in-law Xiang, I want to calm down."

Seeing Murong Rong's complexion, Mrs. Xiang was very worried, but she didn't dare to provoke her: "Then I'll put the water here first, Miss Mu, remember to drink it later."

Murong Rong nodded casually, and after accidentally seeing the water in the glass, he couldn't help being stunned: "Is this honey water?"

"That's right." Seeing Murong Rong's complexion, Mrs. Xiang cautiously asked, "Miss Mu, if you don't want to drink honey water, I'll change it for you."

"Need not."

Murong Rong took the water glass over.

She took a sip, and the tip of her tongue tasted the unique sweetness of honey water.

Murong Rong's tears flowed down her cheeks, she immediately raised her hand to wipe them off, but the more tears she wiped away.

Seeing this, Mrs. Xiang couldn't help but panic: "Miss Mu, what's wrong with you? Don't cry. There is no obstacle in life."

Murong Rong's throat was so congested that he couldn't speak, but his hands were still holding the glass tightly.

Be careful, for fear of spilling a little.

Seeing Murong Rong's appearance, Mrs. Xiang seemed to understand something. She didn't try to persuade Murong Rong any more, but just stood aside and waited for Murong Rong to gradually calm down.

Murong Rong cried for a long time until his fingertips were numb, so he stopped slowly.

Seeing that Murong Rong's mood calmed down, Mrs. Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly twisted a hot towel over to wipe Murong Rong's face.

Murong Rong took it, and the warmth of the towel made her more energetic: "Don't tell Rong Jiuci."

"I know, I know. Miss Mu, don't worry, I'm not a talkative person." Mrs. Xiang paused: "Miss Mu, you can apply hot eggs to your eyes, it can reduce swelling."

"Ah."

Afterwards, Murong Rong regained her composure, and at this time Yang Kaiqing also sent her work over.

Murong Rong devoted himself to drawing the design drawings and put all his body and mind into it.

Speaking of it, this is the working state that Murong Rong expects most. He only needs to use all his energy to create, and he doesn't have to worry about other things.

However, this is impossible, every time night falls, Rong Jiuci will come back in a night suit.

After taking her to eat dinner and taking her to the balcony to see the lights of Wanjia outside, he took her back to the bedroom.

Sometimes, Rong Jiuci would press her against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He kissed her from behind, and asked softly in her ear: "Rongrong, what's your nickname for our third child?"