Chapter 556： Miss Biao is here

Mime private 556

The quilt is an air-conditioned quilt, which is simply a "monster" to him who is less than two years old.

But he had an eager heart to protect his sister, and cheered for himself. After two "hehe", he dragged the quilt on Wen Xi's body, and then pulled it apart.

At this moment, the door was knocked twice, causing the little guy who was "spreading" the quilt to raise his head and look at the door.

The doorknob suddenly opened automatically, and in the next second, Abel's eyes were fixed on a long figure.

The eyes in the man's lenses raised a gentle smile, and his voice seemed very kind, "Abel."

"Big badass." The little guy called out a soft sentence in a declarative tone.

He doesn't seem to understand the meaning of "bad guy" at all, but he always hears other people calling like that, so he naturally follows.

Rong Jinghan walked in, bent over and stared at him, with a cold but friendly smile at the corner of his mouth, "Sister is asleep?"

Abel turned his head and glanced at Wen Xi, then continued to pull the quilt, "Fell asleep, cover my sister with the quilt."

Rong Jinghan's gaze was focused on Wen Xi's neckline. It is already autumn, and the autumn is strong. She wore a denim jacket and a versatile T-shirt.

The T-shirt is V-necked and a bit exposed.

There was a gleam of gloss across the lens, and his eyes seemed to be blurred.

His hand involuntarily leaned towards the neckline, getting closer and closer to the white place.

Snapped.

With a very soft sound, Abel's fleshy little hand scratched his hand, and his face wrinkled, "Don't touch my sister."

The man's eyes flashed, as if he didn't even know what he was doing just now, put his hands down, smiled gently, "My brother just wants to help your sister take off the clothes, the room is hot."

The little guy frowned and thought for a while, "Um...well!"

"Good." The man whispered, and his hand stretched out to Wen Xi again.

The eyes glided across her eyebrows, nose, and lips one by one, getting deeper and deeper.

"This can be called a beauty."

Before his hand reached Wen Xi's skin, Wen Xi suddenly opened his eyes and rolled over to avoid it.

Rong Jinghan put his hands down without fail, "Sorry, I woke you up."

"sister."

Wen Xi glanced at Abel, hugged him, looked at Rong Jinghan warily, "Why are you here?"

Rong Jinghan stood up, "Naturally, I am taking care of the children for my second aunt. As a family member of Rong, I have this responsibility."

His voice and tone were always courteous, and there was no lack of a smile on his face, but Wen Xi could always feel the gloomy face under that layer of hypocrisy.

Perhaps, she had already learned about what happened later, and she was somewhat preconceived.

Regardless, this person is not a good person, and it is not a good thing for Long Qingyao to have too much contact with him.

"You don't have to worry about the Long Family's affairs. If you talk about closeness, I am closer than you."

Rong Jinghan curled his lips and smiled, leaning over to stare at Wen Xi, "Tomorrow you are going to return to the Rong family. In other words, we are a family, why bother to say these two things?"

"Besides, you are a daughter with thin shoulders. Why should you wrong yourself to take on this important task? Wouldn't it be better to have me help you?"

Wen Xi sneered, lowered his head and asked Abel, "Do you like this uncle?"

Abel shook his head, "I don't like it, I don't like the villain."

Wen Xi looked at Rong Jinghan, "Please."

Rong Jinghan didn't feel annoyed, and straightened up, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and said softly, "See you tomorrow" and walked out.

Wen Xi looked down and thought, and occasionally responded to Abel.

The next morning, Rong Xin's driver, Lao Chen, came to see Wen Xi.

Give her something.

"Miss, my wife asked me to tell you that once she has any accident, you must not give Rong's hand. The old man chose you as the heir, on the one hand, it is guilt, on the other hand, when you were young, Inadvertently helped him make a few major decisions that allowed Rong to step by step to where he is today."

"Should I make decisions for Grandpa?"

"Nor say that. In fact, when you were one year old, the old man encountered difficulties in the development direction of the company and was difficult to decide. The old man boldly made a few paper **** and asked you to grab one. Later, he decided to let The company has achieved great development. The old man is very happy. He has done this two more times and succeeded each time. Since then, he thinks that you have a talent for business and praises you in front of others."

"Even so, the reason why the old man really made you the heir is not just this. The most important thing is because the Rong family has a brain in business, and it is also the young master and his wife. The young master died young. It’s impossible for the wife to last a lifetime. The juniors of the Rong family don’t have this ability, so this burden falls on your shoulders."

"Uncle Chen, my mother has contacted me. She said that she has been investigating the Rong family's inner ghost for the past ten years. Recently, she has had a look. Do you know this clue?"

Old Chen frowned, "That's right, but finally got eyebrows, and the evidence disappeared with his wife."

Wen Xi looked at him, "You know, who is that person?"

Old Chen said, "It's the son of the elder of the Rong family, Young Master Rong Enli."

He looked disappointed, "How could Master Rong do such a stupid thing..."

Wen Xi's eyes rolled, his heart was wrong, this inner ghost is obviously Rong Jinghan, how could it be Rong Enli.

The only possibility is that Rong Jinghan’s city mansion is too deep. He realized that he was being investigated and deliberately gave Rong Enli the pot.

"Actually, I'm not very sure, I just guessed it from my wife's occasional analysis." Old Chen said again.

Wen Xi didn't ask more, and after a while, he went to Rong's house.

Stepping on the steps of the Rong family, just looking at the palace gate, you can feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

When she was a child, she heard Rong Xin say that the traditional thinking of Rong's parents is deeply rooted and old-fashioned, focusing on both family status and self-cultivation. There are many rules, which are basically the same as the "big house" in the old society.

Therefore, as soon as she and Yin Lan walked to the door, they were stopped by the two guards.

"Welcome Miss Biao to go home. The old lady said that outsiders can't enter at will, please understand."

This "outsider" refers to Yin Lan.

"You two really don't have eyesight. Since you are the person in front of Miss Cousin, how can you be an outsider?"

A very delicate voice came from the side, followed by a woman in her twenties with dark curly hair and heavy makeup. She looked a bit familiar.

Wen Xi thought about it. The last time she came here for a while, she ran into two people arguing, one of them was this woman.

At that time, the woman urged her husband to have a showdown with Rong Xin as soon as possible to become the head of the Rong family.

In other words, she hates Rongxin.

In this case, for her, it is an enemy, not a friend.

"Come on, this is the dust-washing wine I specially prepared for my cousin. Drink it to wash away the dirty air. Welcome home."

She picked up a glass of wine from the tray held by the servant behind her and offered it to Wen Xi.