Feng Muyan didn't get out of the car either, maybe she didn't plan to live with him tonight.
Somewhat impatient, some weakly hummed: "I want you to take care of it."
"I want a word from you, where did you go last night."
The man's dark pupils were covered with a layer of gloom.
But she didn't want to, Feng Muyan whimpered, a little bit of tears spinning in her eyes.
"You asked Ren Zhirou to go to the concert, you scumbag, if I go, I will be a gangster..."
The man's eyebrows fiercely jumped, and the sullen eyes gradually dissipated coldly.
Feng Muyan wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, thinking of something, in order to be quick, she said: "I told you, I had dinner with someone in a romantic western restaurant last night! You thought you were accompanied by someone, don't I have it, I …"
But before the woman could finish her words, the unique masculine atmosphere of Rong Jingcheng swept her breath immediately.
"Well… "
The temperature pulled away, his thin lips pressed against her ears, and he whispered, "I didn't date anyone, except you."
The seemingly plain words can always touch her heartstrings easily.
He... Didn't he make an appointment with Ren Zhirou? Is Ren Zhirou lying to her
Seeing the doubts written on the little woman's face, Rong Jingcheng stroked her cheek with his fingers, his voice dimmed: "I was waiting for you yesterday, but the last person who appeared was Ren Zhirou with the ticket. That ticket, I left it for you."
The woman knocked her head in annoyance, Feng Muyan, you are a pig, you can be stupid.
Seeing her like this, Rong Jingcheng's beautiful eyebrows picked up suddenly, and without her, he could guess why she was angry.
Ren Zhirou, this woman is really... The man squinted again, um, it's offensive.
"Can you tell me now, who did you have dinner with in the romantic western restaurant last night?"
She said this by herself just now.
Feng Muyan's heart tightened, oh no!
"Your expression has already betrayed you."
Rong Jingcheng's thin lips evoked a wanton arc.
"Uh... just an ordinary friend, I fooled you just now."
The man chuckled, and his breath was close to her again, but this time, Feng Muyan didn't have the arrogance that she had just now, and to remove her guilty conscience, she just dodged.
"Don't tell me, eh?"
"If you don't tell me, I will punish you, a liar."
Punishment, it was the first time she heard these two words spoken to her by the President. It was not serious at all, and it had a hint of special meaning.
"Wait... Mr. President, I'm still sick~"
Feng Muyan poked the back of her hand that had just been pierced, her blushing lips pursed slightly, her eyes filled with innocent and pitiful eyes.
He smiled and curled his eyebrows. About last night, it seemed that he didn't want to tell him the truth.
It's hard to say that Feng Muyan has concealed something from him for the first time in so many years.
Rong Jingcheng's double pupil knew well, and faintly lifted his lips: "If you don't tell me, I will find it at my own risk."
"Hehe... What can I do to make you discover."
Later, Rong Jingcheng didn't embarrass her any more, and took her back to the apartment.
In the daze, she seemed to be asleep, but she could always hear something in her ears.
The night fell slightly.
During this period, Feng Muyan's cell phone rang.
Rong Jingcheng was making sweet porridge for her in the kitchen. When he received the call, he glanced at the caller ID—one of the annoying dogleg assistants.
…
After hanging up the phone, the arc of sneer on Rong Jingcheng's lips deepened.
No wonder she rushed back to the Rongshi Group this afternoon, and no wonder she was so worried about the relationship with him in the company before.
In the eyes of others, all of Feng Muyan's efforts would be regarded as a short cut because of Rong Jingcheng's relationship.
But in fact, everything she has now comes from her persistence.