After half an hour.
"Smelly Ren Zhirou, bad Rong Jingcheng, I am so angry!" Feng Muyan ran to the back garden alone to hide her sulking, muttering in her mouth.
When Rong Jingcheng came over, Feng Muyan was still thinking about it while sitting on the swing.
"What kind of perspective, I really like her. She is not as beautiful as me, the skin is not as white as me, the character is not as good as me, and the chest is not as big as me..."
"Ah." Rong Jingcheng almost couldn't help smiling, she was really narcissistic.
Feng Muyan saw that it was him, and she didn't even bother to give him one in her eyes, and confided herself on the swing.
"Is this angry?" Rong Jingcheng teased her, his tone full of lewdness.
Feng Muyan snorted, and said angrily: "You care about my anger! Take care of your Miss Qiao!"
"Don't tell me, I really plan to send Ren Zhirou home." The man finished speaking and turned to leave.
When Feng Muyan heard this, she immediately jumped off the swing and stepped forward and grabbed his arm.
"Dare you! Stop! You are not allowed to send her off!"
Feng Muyan was anxious, looking at the nearby Rong Jingcheng, she kissed her head on tiptoe.
Rong Jingcheng remained motionless, Ren Feng Muyan closed her eyes and kissed herself bravely.
After a while, Feng Muyan realized what she had done, and she actually kissed Rong Jingcheng! As soon as she realized this fact, she flushed, and immediately slipped away from him with her head down.
Rong Jingcheng stood on the spot for a while, and then reached out his hand in hindsight and touched his lips.
…
The next day, Rong Zhai.
Rong Yu slowly said: "The matter between you and Mu Yan should be settled. Find a time and go with me to seal the house and hire. Although the two are close, the courtesy must be given as soon as possible. It’s decided to start preparing."
Rong Jingcheng disagreed, his thin lips pressed into a line, he didn't look at Rongyou, and only said indifferently: "I don't want to get married yet."
Feng Muyan was waiting for his answer eagerly. Hearing what he said, she felt disappointed.
Fu Nuan was anxious, "Then you have to get engaged first. Once it's settled, you can pick the date slowly."
Rong Jingcheng's thin lips pressed tightly, and he was silent.
Feng Muyan looked at Rong Jingcheng's tight profile, feeling empty in her heart.
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On Friday afternoon, Feng Muyan couldn't wait to go to Shenghouhou after she got off work.
"Hou Hou, I think I'm going to be boring to death." Feng Muyan said weakly, lying on the bar.
Shenghouhou just changed shifts and was sorting things on the bar counter.
"Tell me about you. You entered the Rong Family Group to sleep in Rongjingcheng. Now you don't even touch his shadow, and you make yourself like this ghost." As Feng Muyan's best friend, Sheng Houhou His dislikes are all shining.
"But I am very busy every day now, and I never have a chance to see him." After thinking about it, the woman became frustrated again.
"You're stupid! You don't have to meet in the Rong Group, you can go to see him after work! Don't you still have his keys?" Sheng Huyu blinked ambiguously at her, pointing out To imply.
Feng Muyan has always believed in this good girlfriend who is in love, so...
…
"A little salt... how much is a little?" Feng Muyan scratched her head staring at the recipe.
"Forget it, it shouldn't be much difference." She carefully scooped two spoons of salt and put it in.
She made a few more dishes according to the recipe, brought them out, and set up a whole table full of them. She clapped her hands with satisfaction and went back to the kitchen to clean up.