The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Now, Rongling doesn't have to do anything other than design new seasonal clothing styles every once in a while, just lie down and collect money.

When I was in high school, I was busy studying and writing manuscripts. In the first two years of college, I was always thinking about how to make money.

In his junior year, Rong Ling finally had time to enjoy college life.

But while playing,? She still didn't forget to learn the necessary skills, such as English and computer knowledge,? These are things that will be used in the future.

What made Rong Ling even happier was that Wei Yijia finally came back from abroad!

The first thing she did when she returned home was, of course, to see Rong Ling.

This time Rong Ling was very willing to spend money, and said that he would take Sister Wei to eat at the best restaurant outside.

However, Wei Yijia had already planned: "My family has already ordered dinner outside in order to welcome me. You can just go shopping with me, and we will have dinner together at that time."

"But since it's Sister Wei's family banquet..." Rong Ling hesitated, "Isn't it okay for me to go alone?"

Wei Yijia asked back, "Since you call me sister, why are you still an outsider?"

Now that Wei Yijia said so, Rong Ling stopped being coy. It was still early for dinner, and there was no class in the afternoon, so she and Wei Yijia went out for a stroll.

The first stop for the two of them was of course Rong Ling's clothing store.

Today, on Thursday, there were not many customers in the store. Rong Ling took Wei Yijia in and showed off to the children the little red flowers he got in the kindergarten: "Sister Wei, look, this is the store I opened!"

"Hmm..." Wei Yijia had a slight smile on his lips, "Very good..."

She has to come here, of course Rong Ling, the boss, can't be stingy,? She waved her hand: "What does Sister Wei like? You can choose whatever you want, and treat it as a gift from me."

Feng Xihui looked down at her, resisting the urge to pinch Rong Ling's cheek.

She said: "I don't know how to choose clothes, why don't you choose one for me."

It was rare that Sister Wei asked her something, and of course Rong Ling would not refuse. She looked left and right in the store, and felt that Wei Yijia looked good no matter what she wore.

Alas, it's a pity that I'm not rich, otherwise I can just give this store to her.

However, Wei Yijia is tall and tall, and wearing long styles can best bring out her good figure.

Rong Ling took down a black woolen coat from the shelf: "Sister Wei, try this one?"

Wei Yijia took off his jacket, and let Rongling match it for him.

Rong Ling put on Wei Yijia's coat in a somewhat unfamiliar manner. The fabric of this dress was stiff, and Rong Ling had to stand on tiptoe to straighten the collar.

Accompanied by this movement, the two got closer, as if Rong Ling was reaching out to wrap Wei Yijia's neck.

Suddenly, Rong Ling paused.

"What's wrong?" Wei Yijia asked her.

"It's nothing..." Rong Ling replied, but his eyes were a little lost.

For some reason, when I got close to Wei Yijia, I saw Feng Xihui's shadow from her exquisite and flawless silhouette.

How did that happen?

Sister Wei is Sister Wei, Feng Xihui is Feng Xihui, Rong Ling shook his head desperately to get this thought out of his mind.

In order not to keep thinking about it, Rong Ling wrapped the clothes for Wei Yijia with his own hands, and went out to continue shopping with it.

Today's weather is very clear, the sun is shining warmly on the body, and the air is extremely fresh.

The two didn't take the bus at all, but rode bicycles to the restaurant for dinner.

The avenue is as straight as a hair. Although it is not as good as a spring day, the warm sun in the early winter is also very comfortable. Two bicycles walk side by side, sometimes making a crisp bell sound.

When Rong Ling and Wei Yijia came to the restaurant, it was just about to get dark. The restaurant was in an old alley, with a pair of red lanterns hanging high at the entrance, and the waiters greeted them outside.

Wei Yijia said that the reserved private room was good, and the waiter led them in.

They came earlier, and at this time, there was no one in the room.

There was nothing interesting when waiting for people to come, Rong Ling simply asked about Wei Yijia's experience abroad.

Wei Yijia has been a reporter for so long, and her chats are moving and touching. Hearing her unique experience abroad, Rong Ling couldn't help being fascinated. sound.

Among them were men and women, as well as the noise of children.

Before Rong Ling could react, Wei Yijia had already got up: "It's my family." For some reason, Rong Ling suddenly became a little timid, and she followed behind Wei Yijia.

The moment the door was opened, the old lady's voice sounded in front of Wei Yijia: "We, Jiajia, are back!"

There were also shouts from children: "Sister Jia is back!"

Wei Yijia welcomed them in, greeted them one by one, and introduced Rong Ling to them.

Afterwards, she introduced her family to Rong Ling. These are her parents, this is her grandma, this is her eldest aunt, this is her second aunt, the son of the eldest aunt, the daughter of the second aunt...

Apparently, Wei Yijia's family abides by the national policy of family planning, including her, they are all one-child families.

Wei Yijia's family members were very kind, they sat around a round table, and Rong Ling sat beside her of course.

"Xiao Rong, don't be polite." Wei Yijia's mother kindly advised her, "I heard Jiajia mention you a long time ago, and you are indeed a likable child, prettier than any actress I have ever seen."

Rong Ling blushed a little after being praised: "Auntie, you are welcome."

Amidst the laughter, the waiter brought the dishes.

Most of the family members here are female relatives, Wei Yijia's mother brought a bottle of her own red wine, and everyone poured some, Rong Ling was no exception.

Everyone gets drunk when they are not drunk, and after the meal, Rong Ling's normally fair cheeks turned red.

After eating, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

"It's too late to go back to school now, let's go to my house to rest tonight." Wei Yijia said to Rong Ling, "I happened to bring you some gifts from abroad."

Rong Ling did not refuse, and it happened that the restaurant was not too far from Wei Yijia, so the two pushed their bicycles back.

The temperature dropped sharply at night, and there were fine snowflakes floating under the street lamps.

Rong Ling didn't know what to think, and suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Wei Yijia asked her.

"Ah?" Rong Ling who was distracted came back to his senses, "It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of a joke, two people were walking in the snow, and they reached the white head together."

After saying this, she realized that Wei Yijia probably didn't know what the joke was.

However, Wei Yijia didn't ask her, but whispered: "Mmm..."

Now it was Rong Ling's turn to be puzzled: "Sister Wei, did you understand?"

"Understood..." Wei Yijia looked sideways at her, "You mean we're going to die."

That's what it means, and it's not...

Rong Ling couldn't explain clearly, so he simply changed the subject and talked about something else.

Wei Yijia did not live with her family, but in a building assigned by her unit.

From the outside, this is an ordinary red brick building, walking on the stairs, only the footsteps of two people.

Opening the door of the room, there was something different, when the light cord at the door was pulled, the neatly arranged furniture appeared in front of Rong Ling's eyes.

Wei Yijia should have tidied up after he came back. The room was very clean, the desk was also spotless, and the documents were neatly placed on the desk.

There are three rooms inside and outside the house, one is the living room, one is Wei Yijia's bedroom, and the other is piled with some sundries.

Rong Ling sat down on the sofa, Wei Yijia poured her a cup of hot water, and took out a suitcase full of gifts.

There are a variety of things to see inside, including patterned carpets woven by local people, blue jade, gold bracelets, dried figs, pine nuts and almonds.

Rong Ling couldn't laugh or cry: "Sister Wei misses me all the time."

Wei Yijia did not deny that when she saw these things, she thought Rong Ling would like them very much.

But Rong Ling's eyes were attracted by other things. She looked at the ballerina music box on the bookshelf: "So you brought the one I gave Sister Wei?"

"certainly……"

Rong Ling couldn't help getting up and picked up the music box.

Accompanied by the crisp piano music, the ballet girl in a swan skirt began to spin.

Rong Ling couldn't help humming a little song, but it wasn't a music box song.

"What are you singing?" Wei Yijia asked.

"It's the accompaniment of ballroom dancing." Rong Ling said, "Recently, the teacher is organizing us to dance this. Will Sister Wei skip it?"

"No……"

"Then I can teach you." Rong Ling stood up, and she reached out to Wei Yijia, "It's very simple, you can learn it once you learn it."

The girl on the music box was still spinning, and the piano music didn't stop.

Wei Yijia took a look at Rong Ling, and put his slender fingers on her palm.