Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

Song Chuhe turned his head abruptly: "Yes, maybe she would think it dirty if I made the mud under her feet. But what can I do? I'm just a maintenance worker now, and I can't do anything!"

Song Hongfeng asked him if he was willing?

How can you be willing?

All he thinks about day and night is how to try to restore the glory of the Song family and revive the glory of the Song family.

It's just too hard.

He spent a year in prison, and everything changed.

It's ironic, if he hadn't studied maintenance in prison, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to wear the clothes of a maintenance worker.

"It's not that you can't do anything. Your surname is Song like mine. Although you don't see each other often, you are a family after all. As long as you ask, I will help you."

Song Hongfeng's words were very soft and gentle, just like the temptation of a goblin in the dark night.

Song Chuhe sneered: "Miss Song, I just sat in prison for a year, didn't I change my mind, do you think I will believe that you help me for no reason?"

"Okay, I saw through your plan. My purpose is very simple. I want you to be with Murong Rong as the son-in-law of the Ye family, and I can sneak in and be with Rong Jiuci. In this way It is beneficial to both of us. Mr. Song, what do you think?"

Song Chuhe didn't speak, and he wasn't stupid, how could he not know that Song Hongfeng wanted to use him.

Song Hongfeng didn't mind either, and said with a slight smile: "If Mr. Song has concerns, that's fine. I can find other men. I believe that with Murong Rong's appearance and talent, even if she has given birth to a child, most men are willing. Alright, you You can go."

Song Hongfeng issued an order to evict the guests, so Song Chuhe had no choice but to leave.

He had just stepped out of Aurora when he saw his bag of repair tools thrown into the trash by a young man in a suit.

"What are you doing?" Song Chuhe hurried over: "Who allowed you to touch my things?"

"This is your thing, I'm so sorry, I thought I was trash."

"Don't you see it says tool bag?"

"I see, but it's so dirty, I don't know if anyone will use it, anyway, I'm sorry. If you still use it, just take it out of the trash can."

After the young man finished speaking, he left without concern.

Song Chuhe held back his anger and went to get the tool bag. The dirty tool bag was stained with food soup and looked even more dirty.

The young woman passing by took the opportunity to educate her children: "Did you see that? If you don't study hard, you will pick up trash like this uncle."

Song Chuhe's face was hot, and he felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

When he was born, he was also the proud son of heaven. As long as he appeared in the past, he didn't know how many women were giving eyeballs openly and secretly, but now he has become a garbage picker!

After the three of Murong Rong came out of the private kitchen, they said, "If there is nothing else, we'll go back first."

Lin Lanxin's eyes instantly became reluctant, the more she got along with Murong Rong, the more reluctant she was.

However, she also knew that Murong Rong had her own job, so she said, "I'll drive to Dijing Garden to pick you up and Chen Chen on Saturday, okay?"

"On Friday night, Rong Jiuci and I are going back to the old house of the Rong family, and we will spend the night there."

"Then I'll pick you up at the old house of the Rong family."

"No..." It doesn't need to be so troublesome.

Just as Murong Rong was about to say this, he saw Lin Lanxin's eager and cautious eyes for fear of being rejected.

Murong Rong suddenly felt uncomfortable.

She knew many things about Lin Lanxin, especially her childhood experience. She knew that she was a proud daughter of heaven since she was a child. How could someone like her be so careful.

She swallowed the words that came to her lips, and said with a smile: "Then I will trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble." Lin Lanxin breathed a sigh of relief, with a happy smile on her face.

Murong Rong was also a little happy in her heart, and suddenly she noticed a strong gaze falling on her body.

Murong Rong immediately turned his head to have a look, only to see that there was only a busy road, followed by pedestrians in a hurry.

There's nothing wrong with it.

"What happened to Rongrong?"

"It's nothing." Murong Rong said, "I just noticed that someone was looking at me, maybe I'm a little sensitive."

Lin Lanxin didn't feel that Murong Rong was making a fuss out of a molehill, she immediately said: "Now that you are heavy, you must pay more attention, how about this, I will arrange someone to take you back."

"No, there is nothing to accompany me."

Ji Baibai quickly stood up and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Lin, I will definitely take good care of Rongrong and never let her lose a single hair."

"Then I'll take you to the car."

Murong Rong did not refuse, and under Lin Lanxin's gaze, he followed Ji Baibai into the car.

After Murong Rong left, Lin Lanxin called the security again, and searched the surroundings, but found nothing unusual.

Lin Lanxin did not relax, but told the security guards to pay attention to the safety of the surroundings.

The security guard quickly agreed.

When Lin Lanxin returned to the office, a dusty figure came out from around the corner.

This person is none other than Song Chuhe.

Carrying a dirty tool bag that smelled like food, he stared at Ye Xin's studio, and the image of seeing Murong Rong from afar appeared in his mind.

I haven't seen him for nearly a year, and Murong Rong is completely different from before.

Although Murong Rong used to be good looking, he was dressed loosely and was dull. Compared with Lin Yawei's knowledge and interest, he was as boring as a wooden person.

He usually doesn't bother to look at her more.

But it's different now. Although Murong Rong is wearing a loose long skirt, she still has light makeup on her face. The makeup on her face is exquisite, and the smile on her lips is gentle and decent.

Even without a word of explanation, it can make people feel that she is doing well.

Song Chuhe's heart suddenly felt hot, and his heart beat violently.

Thinking of the five years of husband and wife, he had never touched Murong Rong a finger, and felt regretful in his heart.

If he could be with Murong Rong again, he would not only be able to hold the beautiful Murong Rong in his arms, but also gain the power of the Ye family and live the life of a master again.

After all, Song Chuhe couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and called Song Hongfeng: "I agree with your proposal."

After Murong Rong and Ji Baibai returned to the studio, they started busy work respectively.

When he raised his head, it was already dark outside, and Murong Rong was a little surprised that it was so late.

She picked up her phone and saw Rong Jiuci's WeChat message an hour ago: I'll pick you up from get off work later.

Murong Rong hurriedly called back: "Rong Jiuci, where are you?"

"Outside the studio, are you done?"

"Well, I'll pack up and go out right away."

"Do not worry."

Murong Rong locked up the design draft, and after leaving the office, he went to the new office area to have a look.

Ji Baibai is still busy. She saw Lin Lanxin's new work today, and she also knows that the model that has already been booked is currently redesigning the makeup and styling.

"Aren't you going yet?"

"immediately."

"It's still a month before the big show, it's not too late to design tomorrow, Jiu Ci is waiting outside, just in time to send you back."

"I drove here when I was at work, and I can go back by myself later." Ji Baibai smiled when he saw the worry on Murong Rong's face and said, "Don't worry, I will be fine if I still have success. Is there such a little trust between us?" Is it all gone?"