Meng Yao took off her coat after getting in the car. She thought it was troublesome to hold the coat in her hands, so she threw it to Rong Yan who was standing beside her.
"Husband, why did you suddenly come to pick me up?"
Rong Wei withdrew his gaze from the window and said nonchalantly.
"On the way."
"You're going to work tonight?"
"Um."
Xia Yansen was steering the car, and he gave a fake smile: "Of course, there is no other way more convenient than this."
Rong Wei turned his head and looked at Meng Yao. His handsome face reflected the dark night scene outside the window. His eyes seemed to be as deep as a well. He asked casually, "Have you been in contact with Ling Xiao?"
In Meng Yao's impression, this was not the first time Rong Wei mentioned Ling Xiao.
Why? Why does he care so much about himself and Ling Xiao? There is no description of this in the plot!
"Ah... Brother Ling Xiao, this time we met during a variety show. After all, we are in the same circle, so the chances of running into each other are relatively high."
Rong Wei didn't say anything else. He closed his eyes and recalled what had just happened. One thing was almost certain...
Meng Yao was extremely sleepy when they arrived at the villa, but her mind was still somewhat clear and she woke up the moment the car door opened.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Rong Yun leaning over. His eyes were naturally dark and deep, always giving people a sense of alienation. However, at this moment, the dim night made his face look a little softer.
When Meng Yao saw Rong Wei stretch out his hand, she roughly guessed that he wanted to hug her.
Meng Yao moved her feet and felt a little sore in her ankles. Standing stupidly on the stage and participating in that stupid game, Meng Yao felt that her feet and legs were extremely painful.
She didn't act pretentiously and simply stretched out her arms and put them around Rong Yan's neck.
The distance between them suddenly shortened and he could feel the scorching heat of the breath. Rong Wei felt his heartbeat slow down by half a beat.
"Don't you want to hug me? Let's go, it's so cold here!"
Rong Yan came to his senses and carried her out of the car.
There was a slight chill in the air, and the evening wind ruffled his hair, but he didn't find it cold.
Meng Yao often fell asleep on the road before, and Rong Wei was used to carrying her upstairs, but before, he always carried her like a princess, and this time, she was awake and hugged his neck. Face to face, he only needed to lower his head to see her bright face...
"Hubby, why are you hugging me?"
Meng Yao sensed the coldness and unconsciously moved closer to Rong Wei.
She asked this in a relaxed tone, but she was actually very curious. Why did Rong Yan want to hug her? Didn't he hate her
The other party was silent for a few seconds, and then Meng Yao heard his voice suddenly turn cold.
"Who else do you want to hold?"
Meng Yao tilted her head and looked over. The first thing that caught her eye was his smooth yet slightly hard jawline.
She always felt that there seemed to be a fire hidden in his eyes, a quiet fire that could spread like wildfire with a little fanning.
Meng Yao thought about it carefully.
Rong Wei must have thought that I was asleep and wanted to get me out of the car. According to Xia Yansen, Rong Wei has had a strong possessiveness since he was a child. If that was the case, he would certainly not let others drag him down.
When you think about it this way, everything makes sense again.
Meng Yao used some strength to hold him tighter. She said in a vague voice, "Husband, what nonsense are you talking about? I have said it so many times, there is only you in my heart, and there is no room for anyone else except you. I remember a poem that said, um... I know you must know it even if I don't say it..."
Xia Yansen also got out of the car, still wearing slippers, and only had time to put on socks. His hair was a little messy, and his face looked a little vicissitudes.
When he walked over here, he saw Rong Yan and Meng Yao being in a lovey-dovey manner.
The wind was cold and bleak, but Xia Yansen had to eat this bite of dog food. He felt extremely miserable.
"You're already an adult, but you're still clinging to Brother Rong's arms like a child."
Just now, Xia Yansen was sitting in the front, and Meng Yao only had time to see the back of his head. Only now did she realize how sloppy Xia Yansen looked.
"You went to dig coal?"
Xia Yansen's face froze, and then he said angrily: "Do you think I am happy..."
Noticing that Rong Yan was also looking over here.
"What do you know? This is the current fashion trend. Many people like to wear it this way!"
"It's quite unique." Meng Yao nodded without thinking too much about this question. After all, she herself didn't know much about the fashion circle.
After being praised, Xia Yansen's expression did not improve.
"You go back first and have a good rest." Rong Wei looked at him.
Xia Yansen finally heard the words "take a break", but he was not very happy because what happened just now had made him completely sleepy. He even felt a little excited and full of energy.
"Go back and get a raise."
Xia Yansen's eyes lit up and his lips opened slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Brother Rong, you are such a stingy person... No, I mean I am so touched!! You are simply a super good person!!!" Xia Yansen said as he wiped away his non-existent tears.
He worked day and night, being a secretary and a driver, and even a cleaner when necessary. He held several positions and lived a life like a social animal. He worked diligently all day and finally waited for the day of salary increase...
But he soon realized something was wrong. He usually worked like a cow and a horse and it was still not easy to get a raise, but why was it so easy this time...
But getting a raise is a good thing. Xia Yansen changed his depressed look and smiled, even showing a hint of complacency: "Then Rong Ge, you and Meng Yao should go in and have a rest. It's so cold at night. It would be bad if you catch a cold."
"be careful on the road."
After Rong Yan finished speaking, he carried Meng Yao into the villa.
Suddenly, a furry head hit his chest, and he realized that Meng Yao had fallen asleep at some point.
Aunt Wang was coming down the stairs: "Sir, are you and your wife back?"
"Are you still busy so late?"
Wang Ma's hair was neatly tied up, and when she smiled, there were a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. But she looked kind, and when she smiled, she only made people feel kind.
"I don't have much to do. I feel uncomfortable if I don't do anything here. I just sent my grandson back to my second son's house today. The children at home are taken care of by their parents, so I am happy to be alone."
Rong Yan nodded: "You don't have to be so busy in the future. There are other servants who can help you. Wang Ma, you are old and you must take care of your health."
Rong Wei: I'm jealous, so I won't say it.
(End of this chapter)