48. Lu Rong launched the shame play
That night, Lao Song took the two younger ones home and found that they had quarreled and sat in the back seat of the car, neither of them talking. Lao Song observed carefully, the young master was calmly listening to English by himself, and the eldest master sat aside with a frosty face, his aura was still so unattainable and powerful, but he changed the position of his legs stacked up and down from time to time. Bit betrayed his inner anxiety. Lao Song learned from experience that it was the young master who committed the crime. He did the same thing after he quarreled with his wife, and he wanted to save face and suffer.
After Lu Rong got out of the car, Lao Song called to stop Ji Wenfeng: "You have to coax him."
Ji Wenfeng: "Why should I coax him?"
Lao Song: "If you don't coax him, the Cold War will last for a long time."
Ji Wenfeng smiled slightly: "We don't have a cold war at all. How dare he dare to have a cold war with me. He has to do whatever I tell him to do."
Old Song shrugged: "Then he will never reconcile with you."
Ji Wenfeng: "Why should I reconcile with him? He is just my slave."
Lao Song said oh, and handed a bunch of exquisitely packaged purple hyacinths to Ji Wenfeng from the co-pilot. It was Ji Wenfeng who called him in the morning to order, and the flower language was sorry.
Ji Wenfeng: "..."
Ji Wenfeng: "I bought it to put a vase."
Old Song: "Oh."
Ji Wenfeng: "You don't think I bought it for Lu..."
Lao Song: "Make it up, keep making it up."
Ji Wenfeng slipped out of the car holding flowers.
When Lu Rong was making small fish cakes in the kitchen, Ji Wenfeng stuck a purple hyacinth in the left breast pocket of his school uniform shirt, and rushed in stridingly: "Come with me to the hot spring hotel tomorrow."
"Oh, because Chief Fang didn't go with you, so there is a vacancy for the other half of the two-person trip?" Lu Rong took off his apron, threw it on the dining table, turned and left.
Ji Wenfeng failed to seek peace, and had no choice but to blow up small fish cakes.
When Lu Rong was carrying the laundry in his bathroom to load dirty clothes, Ji Wenfeng opened the door of the shower room and rushed out majestically, announcing: "I allow you to wash with me."
Lu Rong stared at his naked body for three seconds, then took out the dirty clothes from the laundry room and threw him in the face, then turned and left.
Ji Wenfeng failed to reconcile again, so he had to pick up the dirty clothes on the ground and wash them for Wang Xiufang himself.
When Lu Rong was doing homework in the study, Ji Wenfeng pushed open the door and rushed in: "I can give you pocket money in advance."
Lu Rong put down his pen, lifted his butt, got up and left, Ji Wenfeng walked a few steps quickly and stopped him before he returned to his room: "I said, this is a misunderstanding. I don't know that Fang Chang. I was going to go with you."
Lu Rong looked at him for a while, then said lightly, "Okay."
Ji Wenfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly tensed up, and said noblely and coldly: "You can go to pack your luggage now."
Lu Rong: "I won't go."
Ji Wenfeng frowned in confusion.
"Doesn't it feel good to have nothing to say? Doesn't it feel good to take the blame for something you haven't done? Doesn't it feel bad that the other party won't listen to me no matter what you do?" Lu Rong pressed every step of the way, almost Pasting Ji Wenfeng's face, Ji Wenfeng saw the flame of revenge from his eyes that were close at hand.
"You are still light." Lu Rongyun passed him and opened the door lightly, "At least, no one threatened you to transfer to another school."
With a bang, the door closed in front of him.
Ji Wenfeng: "..."
hold grudges.
How dare Lu Rong take revenge on him.
Because he wronged Lu Rong on the rooftop in the morning, Lu Rong will pay back the original amount.
His temper is so fucking wild, does he still remember who is the master and who is the slave of the two of them.
It's the other way around...
Deng Te stole Master's mobile phone and called Ji Wenfeng. Because the mobile phone was stolen, his voice was very low: "Saturday, boxing, whether to go or not."
Ji Wenfeng: "I won't go."
Dent said coolly, "Why."
Ji Wenfeng looked at the locked door: "I'm dead."
Even money can't impress Lu Rong, he is desperate and desperate.
It's all because of that Fang Chang.
That Fang Chang is really owed a day.
Lu Rong entered his room and clicked his tongue regretfully. Ji Wenfeng actually wanted to give him pocket money in advance. He almost couldn't help it just now. God knows how much perseverance and firm self-control he spent to hold back the forced discord Ji Wenfeng is reconciled.
He really wanted to punish Ji Wenfeng a little, but Ji Wenfeng had already paid a heavy price for his arrogance and strong possessiveness. He is now pretending to be very angry just to cancel tomorrow's hot spring trip and just get through tonight.
Lu Rong stocked up some bread in the room, got up early the next morning and finished breakfast in the bedroom, and didn't open the door until nearly ten o'clock. The hot spring trip is definitely too late. The proud Ji Wenfeng has been shut out by him all night, and he will definitely not speak or appear in front of him for a few days, pretending not to care about him. In this way, the plan for the afternoon can be fulfilled Smoothly...
He went downstairs wearing slippers, and found Ji Wenfeng sitting on the bay window with a notebook waiting for him, with a bunch of purple hyacinths beside him.
Seeing him coming, Ji Wenfeng raised his head, his handsome face was full of sunshine: "Did you suffer from insomnia yesterday?"
Lu Rong: "..."
What about the proud Ji Wenfeng? ! What about Ji Wenfeng who never admits his mistake? ! After he threw the apron, dirty clothes, and pen in front of him, how could Ji Wenfeng ask him good morning so calmly? !
Seeing where he was in a daze, Ji Wenfeng's eyes fell on the computer screen: "I can't go to the hot spring hotel, and there is still time to watch movies, concerts, and dramas. I booked Luyuan at noon, and you still have an hour to change clothes."
Lu Rong: "..."
How could this be? The hot spring hotel is ruined, but Ji Wenfeng still wants to act with him? How did things turn out like this
Lu Rong fiddled with his messy hair, clasped his arms in thin pajamas and said, "No... I want to be alone today. It's better for us not to act together for now."
Ji Wen did not raise his head and said, "Don't touch my bottom line."
Lu Rong: "What's your bottom line?"
Ji Wenfeng said lightly: "24 hours."
Lu Rong was confused: "What 24 hours?"
Ji Wenfeng took a deep look at him, closed the computer, walked up to him and stood still, and announced slowly and clearly: "I allow you to lose your temper occasionally and ignore me, but it cannot exceed 24 hours. Hour."
Lu Rong: "I lost my temper because... I was angry. When the anger disappears is a natural process."
Ji Wenfeng: "You can't do this."
Lu Rong: "Why?"
Ji Wenfeng lazily walked past him, inserted a purple hyacinth into his left ear, and rubbed his head: "Because you are mine."
Lu Rong: "..."
Lu Rong returned to the room like a walking corpse, and the place touched by Ji Wenfeng was still slightly hot. He didn't know if it was Ji Wenfeng's temperature or the sun's temperature, it didn't matter, the important thing was... Ji Wenfeng would not let him go today.
He spent half an hour sorting out his messy thoughts, drank two more cups of Ceylon black tea, and finally calmed down slowly, escaping from Ji Wenfeng's spell. Reason returned to his mind, and he suddenly had an idea of how to deal with Ji Wenfeng.
He set his sights on the brand new and unopened iphonex beside him.
Ji Wenfeng was fully dressed, standing beside the Bentley waiting for Lu Rong, chatting with Lao Song who was washing the car.
Ji Wenfeng: "Today's itinerary is to go to Luyuan first, then soak in an indoor hot spring, and then go to a concert."
Old Song: "..."
He sneaked a glance at Lu Rong's window. That's not what the second young master said that day. He asked him to send Wang Xiufang to the city to go skating, and then go home to deliver a batch of goods.
Lao Song tentatively asked: "Is it with the second young master?"
Ji Wenfeng: "Of course."
Old Song: "Didn't you quarrel?"
Ji Wenfeng seemed to have heard some joke, with a dismissive expression on his face: "Arguing? Does he dare to quarrel with me?"
Lao Song suddenly realized: "Is it really useful to send flowers?"
Ji Wenfeng nodded: "That's right... no, I said I'm going to arrange flowers! Don't chew your tongue."
"The young master coaxed the young master well." Lao Song judged based on experience. "Otherwise he wouldn't dare to talk nonsense outside."
When Lao Song bragged to his brothers, he also said that he was the head of the family at home, and his wife knelt down to wash his feet when he came home. In fact, he knelt on the washboard every day.
Men = talking big outside + kneeling on the washboard at home, it seems that this formula has nothing to do with whether you have money or not, it is an iron law that applies everywhere.
If you don't believe me, look at Young Master Ji, who is powerful, cold, and henpecked.
Just as Lao Song was silently watching Ji Wenfeng pretending to be aggressive, Lu Rong's voice sounded from the window sill: "Us? We are reconciled."
Ji Wenfeng was originally leaning against the street lamp, but when he heard this, he exchanged a glance with Lao Song, raised his head, and looked at Lu Rong's window.
Wearing pajamas, Lu Rong grabbed his hair casually, walked around the room, and called someone: "No, no, he begged me to reconcile... That's right, it was Ji Wenfeng, I'm not lying. Haha, You didn't expect that, did you?"
Lao Song and Ji Wenfeng: "..."
Old Song cast a curious look at Ji Wenfeng, and Ji Wenfeng responded with his eyes: Look again, you are a dead person.
"He really cares about me." Lu Rong said in a brisk voice, "He begged me to forgive him when he came home yesterday, spent the whole night around me, and asked me out to play after he got up in the morning... I didn't know he was waiting outside How long has it been... Oh, what you said makes sense, he may indeed have been waiting on that bay window all night!"
Old Song: "He said..."
Ji Wenfeng said ruthlessly, "It's all fake." He waited for a few hours.
"He also said that we can't fight for more than 24 hours in the future... I'm so busy every day because he clings to me every day... Haha, more than that! Don't say 24 hours, I think he won't be able to stay with me for an afternoon I feel uncomfortable all over. Ji Wenfeng can't leave me."
Ji Wenfeng looked at Lu Rong's window with a livid face, and told Lao Song: "Today's schedule is all cancelled." After speaking, he went upstairs, kicked open the door of Lu Rong's room, and was cold under Lu Rong's panicked expression. Announced coldly, "I have something to do today, please do it yourself alone."
Lu Rong pretended to put his phone behind his back tightly and asked him: "Then Luyuan..."
Ji Wenfeng: "Not anymore."
Lu Rong: "The concert..."
Ji Wenfeng: "Cancel."
Lu Rong: "Hot spring hotel..."
Ji Wenfeng was categorical: "No more."
Lu Rong: "What about next week?"
Ji Wenfeng: "..."
Ji Wenfeng: "..."
Ji Wenfeng: "..."
In Lu Rong's expectant eyes, Ji Wenfeng looked out the window arrogantly: "Look at your performance." After speaking, he left ruthlessly.
As soon as Chu went out, Deng Te called: "Afternoon, punching, come or not."
Ji Wenfeng: "Come."
Dent let out a cry, and hung up the phone. Half a minute later, his pupils dilated—Ji Wenfeng said it just now!
Dent walked to the wall, drew the last stroke on the wall, and smiled contentedly: there were more than 60 orthographic characters on this piece of paper, and it was the phone call he made to Ji Wenfeng this week.
"Little master, what are you laughing at?" The little apprentice from the boxing gym came over and asked him with his head raised.
Deng Teku stared at the small blackboard with his only remaining right eye: "It turns out that hard work will really pay off."
Lu Rong watched Ji Wenfeng leave in Lao Song's car, and put down the brand new unopened iPhone X behind him.
He didn't call anyone just now, and he won't speak ill of Ji Wenfeng to anyone.
Dent’s WeChat message came from the old mobile phone in service: “I have an appointment with him.”
A smile appeared on Lu Rong's mouth, he was already looking forward to the trip to the hot spring next week.