"What a coincidence."
Meng Yao also raised her eyes and smiled.
Rong Zhen walked over slowly. He was still dressed casually, with his hair slightly longer at the ends, almost reaching his chin.
This hairstyle is difficult to control because it will look extremely greasy if you are not careful.
Meng Yao remembered that Rong He had artistic long hair, tied up with only the simplest hair tie. His whole temperament was elegant and romantic.
And Rong Zhen's face... seemed a little too beautiful, especially his pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes.
Objectively speaking, his appearance is a bit romantic, but there is almost no "romantic" temperament in him. He gives people the feeling of being elegant and restrained, like a graceful nobleman.
He really doesn't look like he's in his forties...
Rong Zhen walked over slowly with a smile on his face, his hands resting on the railing beside the pond, in a leisurely posture. His originally unfocused gaze became a little dazed when it met her face.
He then smiled and said, "It tastes like the sweetness of preserved fruit. Did you eat it?"
Meng Yao was slightly surprised. She didn't expect that he could smell such a subtle smell clearly.
"How did you smell it?" Meng Yao did not deny it and asked him with interest.
Rong Zhen's beautiful eyes were filled with a smile: "Because I also like sweets, especially preserved fruits."
"So, you like preserved fruits so much too?"
Meng Yao shook her head.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Don't like it?"
"No, there are many things I like. I think as long as it tastes good, I will like it."
Rong Zhen didn't expect her to give such an answer, and was amused by her for a moment: "I can't tell... I didn't expect you like snacks so much..."
There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, and he chuckled, "About twenty years ago, when I was young, I also liked to eat some snacks, especially sweets. Now that I'm older, I have to pay more attention to my health, and I've gradually stopped eating these."
"I didn't realize you like eating snacks." Meng Yao said slowly.
The two chatted casually, as if they were good friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.
Rong Zhen took out a handful of fish food and scattered it into the pond. His fingers were as white as jade, as if they had not seen the sun for a long time.
He said casually, "I thought you would avoid me when you saw me. After all, the quarrel between Ah-an and I was really unpleasant..."
Meng Yao smiled lazily and did not answer his question.
"I remember that Uncle San had already gone abroad. Why is he here again?"
"This..."
Rong Zhen turned his head, his silky black hair slightly covering his face. He smiled and said, "If you want to come back, then come back. If I want to come back, who can stop me?"
His eyes moved and he murmured, "Are you really Meng Yupu's daughter?"
Meng Yao didn't know what he meant: "Of course I am."
"Not really..." He shook his head and then said firmly: "You and Meng Yupu, that cowardly and selfish man... are really not alike. How could a man like him have a daughter like you?"
Meng Yupu is always gentle and refined both in the plot and in the mouths of others. He has built many charitable organizations and is regarded as a "great philanthropist" by many people.
This was the first time Meng Yao heard such a strange comment.
It seems that beyond the inherent plot, there are still many interesting places in this world...
"You don't believe me?" he asked.
Meng Yao certainly wouldn't let her character fall apart. She frowned and pretended to be angry, "My dad is not the kind of person you say he is! Don't talk nonsense!"
"He will feel uneasy if I'm away for just a while, right? This is the first time I see him like this..." He was still smiling, and it was impossible to tell what emotion was in his voice.
Meng Yao no longer had the interest to continue the conversation, especially because Rong Zhen gave her a sense of danger that was no less than that of Rong Zhen.
"Uncle San, I'll leave first."
He nodded slightly, like the kindest and most amiable elder, and no one could find any fault with him.
Meng Yao met Chen Ying on the way back, and she didn't expect that Chen Ying was still holding Xu Mu.
"Yaoyao, you are here. It's my fault that I didn't discuss the location with you. It's almost dinner time. The old lady is very particular about this. Come back with me."
Meng Yao nodded.
*
The spacious room was a little quiet, as if you could hear the sound of a pin drop.
There was incense burning in the room, the scent of sandalwood wafting in the air.
It was a while before Xu Youlan's voice was heard.
"Ah'an, tell me, are you still rejecting Yaoyao in your heart?"
"It's been two years. Although her initial actions were a bit reckless, you are husband and wife now. You can't keep holding on to this matter."
"What is a husband and wife? You have to be responsible for her and have the necessary respect for her."
Xu Youlan sighed: "Yuan Ni left early. I think it was because I didn't teach you well..."
Rong Yan lowered his eyes, his eyes were filled with emotion, and no one knew what he was thinking.
He suddenly said firmly: "I don't hate... Grandma, I like her very much."
"Really?" Xu Youlan's eyes were filled with disbelief.
"yes."
Whenever Rong Yun thought of Meng Yao, all he could think of was her bright face and brilliant smile.
I don’t know when it started, but he no longer had any aversion to Meng Yao. He could even say that he “liked her very much”. He liked her so much that he wanted to hide her and make her treat him well only.
"Do you really think so?" Xu Youlan saw that his expression did not seem fake, and she felt a little happy: "Yaoyao is a good girl, you should be nicer to her."
"Then, then why are you still..."
Xu Youlan returned to the original topic.
"I don't want it for now."
"You just don't want it?"
"Um."
Xu Youlan frowned, "You are already in your twenties, why are you still so willful? Someone has to inherit the Rong family's business! Apart from other things, you are not young anymore, it is normal to have a child, right? Look at the playmates around you, except for Ling Xiao and Qiao Yuan, who hasn't started a family and has children?"
"Just tell me, can you have a child before you turn 30? It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, our family doesn't care about that, but you have to have a child. I'm old now, and I'll be relieved by then."
"I'll discuss it with her." His eyes were as dark as ink, and when he closed his eyes slightly, it was always difficult to discern his thoughts.
"I will think about this matter of the child carefully."
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