Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

Rong Jiuci had no way to describe his mood at that moment in words.

He really wanted to ask Murong Rong: Could it be that I am such an unreliable man in your heart that makes you hide even when you cry?

But Rong Jiuci didn't say these words, but just grabbed her wrist: "Go blow your hair."

"I will do it myself."

Rong Jiuci looked at her with downcast eyes: "Murong Rong, what I'm talking about is my decision, and I didn't give you the right to refuse. What you can choose now is to take the initiative to follow me, or I will carry you over .”

Murong Rong: "..."

Murong Rong finally sat on the stool at the end of the bed, and Rong Jiuci stood behind Murong Rong with a hair dryer, helping her to dry her hair bit by bit.

Maybe it was too warm, or maybe the atmosphere at this moment was too good, Murong Rong couldn't help closing his eyes.

When Rong Jiuci put away the hair dryer, he realized that Murong Rong had fallen asleep.

He raised his hand and brushed away the hair that was scattered around his cheeks, revealing her beautiful face.

Rong Jiuci couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her, whispering: "Everything will be fine."

He bent down and hugged Murong Rong horizontally.

Murong Rong was still in a deep sleep, her body suddenly lost weight, which made her open her eyes involuntarily.

"Go to sleep." Rong Jiuci put Murong Rong on the bed.

Murong Rong didn't speak, and just about to close his eyes, Rong Jiuci's phone suddenly lit up, and a special number flashed on the screen.

"If you have time to be busy, don't worry about me, I can sleep by myself."

Rong Jiuci hung up the phone, and he insisted: "It doesn't matter, I will accompany you."

"Are you worried about me?" Murong Rong said suddenly, without waiting for Rong Jiuci's answer, he said, "You can't do this, have you forgotten? You promised to believe me, you will believe me."

"I believe in you, I just want you to be with me now."

Hearing this, Murong Rong was very surprised, she never thought that Rong Jiuci would say such a thing.

But she knew better that this was just Rong Jiuci's nice words.

In other words, he was still worried about her, so he came to accompany her.

However, she doesn't want to argue about it now. In the final analysis, it's still her fault. It's because she's too weak. It's because she doesn't make people feel at ease. It's not other people's fault, it's her fault.

From now on, she will work hard.

Murong Rong said to herself over and over again, her eyes closed again, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

After Rong Jiuci tucked the quilt up for Murong Rong, he got up and went to the study.

He dialed back the phone again: "What's the matter?"

"Miss An An." A cold, machine-like voice came from the other end: "I found out that the girl who was blown up in the van that day was about 115 centimeters tall."

In that explosion, one leg bone happened to be preserved, and this height was calculated based on the leg bone.

Rong Jiuci suddenly raised his black eyes, and said word by word: "The girl in the car is not An An!"

What Rong Jiuci said was very certain.

Although An An has been around for more than four weeks, she fell into the hands of Song Chuhe a few years ago, and she has been abused and bullied all the time. Compared with girls, they are also much shorter, and they will never be 115 cm tall.

"Yes. We were also lucky enough to extract DNA from the leg bone. We have tested the DNA left by Ms. An An and your DNA respectively. The results of the tests show that the deceased has nothing to do with the Rong family. Now we can be sure. , it was not Miss An An who exploded with the van."

The person on the other end of the phone said: "All the investigation materials have been sent to your mailbox."

Rong Jiuci, who has always been calm and composed, opened the mailbox almost as quickly as possible to find those materials.

He read ten lines at a glance, and read at the fastest speed, and finally saw the end.

The result was just as he had guessed.

At this moment, endless ecstasy welled up from his heart.

It's not An'an, the person who was bombed with no bones left is not An'an.

That means An An is likely still alive.

"Daddy."

The little girl tilted her head, and the image of sweetly calling him Daddy appeared before his eyes again.

Ann.

his daughter.

Even though Rong Jiuci never believed in fate, he couldn't help but thank Mantian God and Buddha at this moment.

"Have you found out who took my daughter?"

"Not yet." The other party's voice was full of confusion: "The other party seems to have disappeared out of thin air."

"Disappear out of thin air?" Rong Jiuci said with a sneer: "No one in this world can disappear out of thin air. If you can't find it, start from the beginning."

After the other party responded, they immediately went to investigate again.

Rong Jiuci also turned on the computer, typing quickly on the keyboard with his fingertips, re-investigating the surveillance on the day An'an had an accident.

If someone wanted to take An An away quietly after she was attacked, then he must have been not far away, or even at the scene!

When Murong Rong opened her eyes, the sky outside had already begun to brighten, and she no longer felt sleepy.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked to the side. The other half of the bed was neatly made, and her tentacles were cold.

Murong Rong couldn't help being stunned for a moment, did Rong Jiuci have been busy all night and didn't come back to sleep?

Thinking of Rong Jiuci's busy night in the study, Murong Rong couldn't lie down anymore, she wanted to send Rong Jiuci a bowl of hot soup.

Take it as the first step in her change.

As a mother, you can't lie to your children.

An An's voice and smile appeared in her mind again, and the next second, she held the small piano in her palm, and her mood slowly calmed down.

When Murong Rong went downstairs, Mrs. Xiang had already gotten up and was busy in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Miss Mu."

"Good morning Mrs. Xiang. If I'm not busy, can I borrow the kitchen first, I want to cook a bowl of soup for Rong Jiuci first."

"Of course you can borrow the kitchen, but the young master has gone out now."

Murong Rong couldn't help being stunned, is it so early?Is there something wrong?

Before Murong Rong had time to think about it, he received a WeChat message from Su Lengyu.

Nine in the morning.

Murong Rong was already sitting at the Peninsula Cafe, and she and Su Lengyu made an appointment to meet here.

Before Su Lengyu came, Murong Rong took out his drawing book and quickly drew the design with a pencil.

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Suddenly the sound of applause rang in her ears: "The painting is very good, I haven't seen you for a while, and you have improved a lot."

Murong Rong snapped back to her senses, and saw Su Lengyu wearing a casual suit standing beside her.

Murong Rong quickly closed the drawing book: "You are here."

Su Lengyu looked at Murong Rong and said, "Can I have a look at the design you drew just now?"

Murong Rong didn't refuse, and handed over the drawing book: "It's just scribbling casually, I'm making you laugh."

Su Lengyu shook his head: "You are too modest. If your design drawing still makes people laugh, then the younger generation of designers don't need to read it anymore."