Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

Hearing the servant's exclamation, Mrs. Rong snorted: Although others are not outstanding, but she is quite talented and filial. "

Looking at her slim figure in the fitting mirror, she couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

At this time, a friend of Mrs. Rong happened to come to visit.

When my friend saw the gown on Mrs. Rong, she was astonished, and asked repeatedly: "Quickly introduce me to the master who designed the gown for you. I also want the master to design a gown for me."

"I'm afraid I will disappoint you. This is not the work of a master."

"Impossible." The friend didn't believe it at all: "It's not that the master can design such a beautiful dress. I'm not someone who has never seen the world."

"It's really not a master. Murong Rong stayed up all night to sew this dress for me."

"Murong Rong? You mean the second-married girl Rong Rong wants to marry?" The friend was very surprised.

Although Mrs. Rong also had a lot of opinions on Murong Rong, after all, it was Jiuci who insisted on marrying her. This sentence about a second-married woman couldn't help but sound very harsh.

Mrs. Rong glanced at her friend: "What's the second marriage? What's the age now, and this is it?"

The friend laughed together: "I also said it was easy to talk about, and I won't do it in the future. Hurry up and introduce it for me. I also asked her to help me design the dress."

Seeing that Mrs. Rong looks more beautiful than before, my friend has long felt itchy.

After Madam Rong put on a good posture, she called Murong Rong over: "This is Madam Chen, she wants you to design a dress for her. If you are not busy, help her design a dress."

Murong Rong couldn't help but glanced at Mrs. Rong, smiled and said, "I'm really busy recently, and I don't have time to design dresses. But Mrs. Chen is my aunt's friend, so no matter how busy I am, I still have to spare time."

Mrs. Chen was overjoyed when she heard the words, and Mrs. Rong also felt very honored.

Afterwards, the two chatted, and Murong Rong was sitting at the side. She rarely interrupted, but listened carefully.Occasionally, if she needs to speak, she must have something to say.

In private, Mrs. Chen couldn't help whispering to Mrs. Rong: "No wonder Mr. Rong has identified Ms. Mu. She is really excellent. I can look at her better than some ladies from aristocratic families."

"The words there are just too much to see." Mrs. Rong said so, but the smile on her face deepened a little.

After seeing off Mrs. Chen, Mrs. Rong called Murong Rong over and asked, "Have you set a time to try on the dress?"

"It's settled. They are already in Dijingyuan."

Madam Rong thought for a while and said, "Let them bring it over, I'll take a look with you."

Murong Rong looked at Mrs. Rong in surprise.

"What's the matter? You don't want to? Still don't believe my eyes?"

"No, no. I'm just a little surprised. I didn't expect you to take the time to accompany me."

Madam Rong let out a snort, she was very grateful for Murong Rong's sincerity.

Soon the styling studio came with the gown.

They started to get busy around Murong Rong.

Mrs. Rong picked up her phone and took a video for Rong Jiuci.

Soon Rong Jiuci's video call came: "Mom, are you with Rong Rong now?"

"Yeah, what's the matter, are you afraid that I will bully your sweetheart?"

Hearing her mother's unkind tone, Rong Jiuci was helpless: "How come? My mother is the kindest person in the world, how could she do something to embarrass her future daughter-in-law?"

"Don't think you said something nice. I'll believe you?" Mrs. Rong said, her complexion improved a lot.

"Miss Mu, you are so beautiful."

Hearing the exclamation of others, Mrs. Rong looked up, and when she saw Murong Rong walking over in a nude gauze dress, surprise flashed in her eyes.

Seeing Rong Jiuci's eager eyes in a blink of an eye, Mrs. Rong couldn't help but get excited: "If you want to see it, just say something nice and coax me."

"Mom." Rong Jiu said helplessly.

"It's useless to call me mom. If I'm not satisfied, you can't see it."

Rong Jiuci put down the phone with a wooden face, and then pulled the computer aside.

Mrs. Rong was a little surprised that she gave up so easily?

Then, she saw Rong Jiuci's fingers crackling on the keyboard.

Soon the computer in front of him was connected to the surveillance in Rong's living room.

Mrs. Rong was speechless, her son is really not cute.

"Miss Mu, I'll help you adjust your belt." A young stylist in a floral shirt walked towards Murong Rong with a smile on his face.

This was a perfectly normal thing, but Rong Jiuci's complexion suddenly changed, and he immediately scolded: "Tell him to stop!"

Rong Jiuci's voice came from the camera in the living room.

While everyone was still surprised, Murong Rong immediately kicked the stylist away who was approaching her.

The stylist didn't expect that he would be attacked, his complexion changed, and he rushed towards Murong Rong again.

But this time, he was caught by the servants of the Rong family before he got close to Murong Rong.

This turn of events stunned everyone, and for a moment they were trembling, not even daring to speak.

The stylist was pinned to the ground, twisting and roaring: "Let go of me! Let me go, you are the Rong family, can you just do anything with anyone?"

The huge struggling force almost overturned the servant who was pressing down on him.

Seeing this, Murong Rong immediately went to call other servants and suppressed them.

Mrs. Rong was also very shocked: "This...what's the matter?"

Murong Rong shook his head: "I don't know."

She just heard Rong Jiuci's words and subconsciously acted.

Mrs. Rong looked at Rong Jiuci on the phone screen: "Jiuci, what's the matter?"

"Mom, don't ask anything first, take Rong Rong and leave the living room first, and let people look after this man."

Mrs. Rong has always believed in her son, and Murong Rong at the side immediately took Mrs. Rong away after hearing Rong Jiuci's words.

When the stylist saw that Murong Rong had left like that, he couldn't help shouting: "Come back! Come back!"

Rong Jiuci left the upcoming meeting behind and hurried back.

As soon as he came back, he entered the flower hall.

Murong Rong and Mrs. Rong were resting in the flower hall.

As soon as he came back, he grabbed her arm violently and dragged her from the couch.

"It's okay." Murong Rong reassured: "I'm fine."

Even though Murong Rong had repeatedly stated that he was safe and sound, Rong Jiuci still looked at him from the beginning to the end, and his expression eased.

Rong Jiuci confessed a few more words, and followed Yang Kaiqing with his shadow to the living room to meet the stylist.

At this time, he had been tied up by the servants of the Rong family and thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

Rong Jiuci stopped in front of him and asked forcefully, "What do you want to do to Murong Rong?"

The stylist looked blank: "What do I want to do? I just want to help her tidy her belt. Even if you don't like me, you can't do it with me. Is it possible that the Rong family is so domineering?"

The more the stylist said, the more plausible he was: "I will never let this matter go like this! Unless you kill me, otherwise, I must seek justice for myself!"

Seeing the man's plausible appearance, Rong Jiuci sneered and grabbed his wrist.

There was a huge gemstone ring on the finger of his right hand, but when he looked carefully, he found a silver needle protruding from the gemstone ring, shining coldly under the light.