After that, after Rong Jingcheng's unceremonious spur, Feng Muyan decided to change her strategy.
She decided to be a low-key person and high-key work, so she pressed all the luxury clothes and bags that had just been bought to the bottom of the box, and picked out the lowest-key and simple clothes.
She still arrived at the department early the next day.
After a while, a colleague came over with a bunch of documents and put them on Feng Muyan's desk.
Until the end of get off work, there were still people who came to Feng Muyan for help, and they all demanded that they must be completed within today.
Feng Muyan looked at the colleagues who had asked her for help and picked up their bags and left, but the papers on her desk were piled up, and she could hang an oil can on her mouth in depression.
The night is heavy.
When Rong Jingcheng arrived at the door of the secretary department's office, Feng Muyan was already half asleep and half awake. Head little by little, several times I was about to touch the keyboard, and magically lifted up again, shaking to the left and right, and I could actually fall asleep.
Rong Jingcheng watched her repeat this several times, and finally couldn't help walking up to her and knocking on her table.
Feng Muyan was awakened and saw Rong Jingcheng standing in front of her, thinking she was dreaming, and tentatively cried out, "Rong Jingcheng?"
"Are you awake?" Rong Jingcheng resumed his unsmiling appearance.
As soon as his sexy low voice sounded, Feng Muyan immediately awakened, completely awakened.
"I'll take you back." Rong Jingcheng picked up the bag that Feng Muyan had hung on the back of the chair.
Feng Muyan suffocated her breath and said to him, "I want to get back to you, I will leave after I have to do it."
Rong Jingcheng's long, long and acquainted eyes glanced around, there should be no one else on this floor, he chuckled suddenly, and the curvature of his lips was a bit playful. Intently scared her and said, "Then you will be here alone. I heard that some weird things will happen in this building at night..."
After he finished speaking, he pretended to turn around to leave. When Feng Muyan heard those words, she couldn't calm down, she was so scared that she quickly grabbed the man's hand—
"You, don't go, I'm afraid..."
It was quiet in the middle of the night, and when she arrived at the door of Feng Muyan's house, Feng Muyan was already slumped in the passenger seat.
Rong Jingcheng parked the car aside and did not wake her up. Feng Muyan, who was asleep, was much quieter than usual, and she was more immature.
Rong Jingcheng found that she had never seen her closely and closely, as if she had never been like this before, because she was always stalking herself with a hippy smile on her face.
In a ghostly manner, Rong Jingcheng stretched out his hand and squeezed Feng Muyan's cheek. The small round face was quite textured, and the tentacles were warm and could be broken by blowing. As if feeling someone touched, Feng Muyan rubbed and mumbled, but did not wake up.
Rong Jingcheng retracted his hand, but the delicate feeling seemed to stay at his fingertips.
…
On Uncle Rong’s birthday, Feng Muyan’s family had arrived at Rongzhai early.
"Happy birthday, Father Rong! I wish you the same glory of the sun and the moon, and never grow old in the spring and autumn!"
As soon as Feng Muyan entered the door, she shouted out her blessings, her round face was beaming and her smile was infectious.
As soon as her signature soft and waxy voice came out, Uncle Rong put a smile on his face, and Fu Nuan took her into his arms even more like it.
Night fell. The lights are on in the Rongzhai.
The guests arrived one after another, and for a while, the living room was full of coveted and lively activities.
After a while, Feng Muyan hadn't seen the shadow of Rong Jingcheng. She was about to sneak over to Fu Nuan to ask about it, and she saw a familiar figure stepping into the door of the living room.
Feng Muyan's eyes lit up, and she was about to run towards him happily, only to find that there was an unknown object beside him.
Ren Zhirou is here!
The Qiao family daughter Ren Zhirou who is always gentle, tender and delicate. It was probably the sixth sense of a woman's innate nature. Feng Muyan had already seen that Ren Zhirou had an attempt to Rong Jingcheng, and she had been upset for a long time.