Xiao Song watched the two people leave from behind. He took a step forward, then took it back, hesitant and distressed.
The atmosphere between the two of them was tense, as if they could start fighting at any second. Thinking of Rong Wei's previous question, Xiao Song felt the hair on his body stand up instantly.
Xiaoying bent down from the RV, still holding a storage box in her hand. Seeing Xiaosong standing there with a melancholy look on his face, she walked over and asked with concern: "Brother Xiaosong, what's wrong with you? Are you worried about something?"
"Well... Mr. Rong came over, and by chance he ran into Brother Ling Xiao. Now the two of them are going out... to talk."
Xiaoying frowned slightly: "Is that so... But why are they chatting together? Are they friends in private?"
Seeing that Xiaoying didn't understand the essence at all, Xiao Song could only sigh: "You came late, there are some things I don't know how to explain to you..."
Xiaoying bit her lip and asked in confusion: "Is this difficult to explain?"
"A little bit. It's very critical and tricky right now."
Xiaoying nodded in confusion: "Then Xiaosong brother, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go do what Sister Meng asked me to do."
Xiao Song looked worried and hummed.
Taking out the mobile phone from his pocket, Xiao Song decided to call Guan Liang for advice.
Whenever Xiao Song encountered important issues that were difficult to resolve, he would ask Guan Liang for instructions.
This matter is quite important. After all, it will seriously affect Sister Meng’s real life.
Guan Liang answered the phone quickly, his voice as calm as ever, always unhurried: "Xiao Song, what's up?"
Xiao Song briefly explained the situation and expressed his thoughts: "I want to go over and persuade them to stop fighting. I'm afraid they will start a fight."
Guan Liang was silent for a few seconds, as if he had not expected such a dramatic thing to happen. He pondered and said, "You don't need to intervene in this matter. It's better for the parties involved to solve it themselves."
"What if they start fighting? You didn't hear how cold Mr. Rong's tone was... Although he usually speaks in a cold tone, this time it was like a volcano about to erupt..."
"You're overthinking it. Mr. Rong is such a rational person, how could he do that? Ling Xiao is definitely not going to do that either, he's famous for his good temper, both of them know their limits."
The female secretary's voice came from the other side, and Guan Liang said, "That's it. I have a meeting to attend here."
Xiao Song stood there for another minute, and finally decided to listen to Guan Liang.
*
After Meng Yao finished filming, she heard Xiao Song report about this matter. She returned to the place again but still couldn't see Rong Yan. No one knew where he went to talk.
Meng Yao frowned unconsciously and made a phone call.
This time the call was not answered immediately. I waited for about ten seconds before I heard a cold voice from the other end.
"Yaoyao?"
Seeing that his tone was normal, Meng Yao breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. She looked towards the peach tree in front of her: "Where are you now?"
The other party was silent for a few seconds, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"Wait for me, I'll be back soon."
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Song asked, "Sister Meng, how is it?"
"It should be nothing."
Meng Yao was a little absent-minded. She threw her phone to Xiao Song and said, "Put it in my bag. We'll wait over there."
Meng Yao stayed under the tent with a basket of fruit in her hand, which was soon empty.
"Sister Meng, can you prepare some more?"
"No need." Meng Yao put the basket in her hand on the table in front of her and did nothing else.
This was the scene Rong Wei saw when he walked over: Meng Yao was sitting sideways on a bamboo chair, her expression calm, her beautiful eyes fixed on one spot, only the orange juice in her hand swaying slightly.
Inexplicably, he felt as if his heart was also touched slightly.
Meng Yao was wearing a simple short-sleeved shirt, with her two thin white arms exposed. Her skin was extremely white, and the red spot on her left arm could not be covered at all.
Rong Yan looked at her and said, "Let's go back to the RV first."
Meng Yao stood up, walked forward and took his arm, and almost instantly felt his tense muscles.
"I just heard that you went to find Ling Xiao?" Her tone was calm, and no other emotions could be heard.
Rong Wei didn't want to hide it from her: "We did talk about something."
"About me?"
The two got into the RV, and Xiao Song wisely stayed where he was, not intending to disturb their time together.
"yes."
"I don't know why you have this idea, but Ling Xiao and I are really just friends. If you add a little more, we are childhood friends..."
There is one thing Meng Yao didn't say. In her eyes, there is almost no difference between all the people in this world. Everyone is the same.
Rongzhen is too jealous.
Rong Yun paused, looked sideways at her, and raised the corner of his lips: "Are you explaining this to me?"
This time it was Meng Yao who was stunned. What she had just done was indeed an explanation. With this conclusion, Meng Yao's expression instantly became a little bit unnatural:
"yes."
"Meng Yao... Is there a possibility that you care about me more than you think?" His eyebrows were deep, and when he looked at people, he gave the other person a feeling of extreme concentration.
care
Meng Yao did not answer, she was also asking herself this strange question in her heart.
Do you care? Do you care about your appearance
She wanted to give a negative answer at the first moment, but her sudden rapid breathing proved that she was not calm inside.
This was the first time she hesitated about such a thing.
The consequence of hesitation is loss of dominance.
By the time Meng Yao reacted, the other person's body had already pressed against her. She thought it would be another hot kiss, but unexpectedly it was just a gentle hug.
Meng Yao's face was almost buried in Rong Yun's broad chest. The scent of sandalwood, which she had smelled countless times, was pervasive and so strong and overbearing that it could not be ignored.
She heard Rong Yan's heartbeat, again and again, like the beating of a drum.
"Meng Yao, I really want to be with you forever."
His voice was as low as always, but this time it sounded a little more melancholy and lost.
Rong Wei unconsciously tightened his embrace and sighed, "If I hold you tight enough, you will run away, right?"
"Every second I spend with you, I feel both satisfied and anxious, fearing that this will be the last time."
"Hubby, what are you thinking about, I..."
It seemed difficult to say coaxing words, so Meng Yao could only remain silent.
It’s just that Rong Yin’s presence is too strong. Not only can she smell his scent and feel his heartbeat, Meng Yao feels as if her brain has rotted into a paste, with only Rong Yin’s face remaining.
Time passed by minute by minute, but the two of them did not speak, just hugged each other quietly.
(End of this chapter)