Chapter 119

For the first time visiting Jiang Li's home, Rong Jing just looked at this small space from the corner of his eye. A little cramped, but more of a feeling of warmth. It was like the decoration style of the house where Jiang Hao lived with her mother before when it was her birthday. "Mr. Rong, why did you bring Xiao... Jiu to my place so late?" She almost said it was a little bun. Rong Jing looked down at Rong Ning, who had been dozing all the time, and said without blinking, "Rong Ning woke up and couldn't find you, so I kept crying." Rong Ning, who was already too sleepy, heard what Rong Jing said. Don't even lift your head. When did he cry? It wasn't Jingfa's nerves, so he called him up as soon as he returned to the ward, and asked him to send a message to Jiang Li to ask where she was. But after I sent it, I felt bad again, so I took my phone back and retracted the message. Facing Jing's moodiness, Rong Ning said that he was used to it. And then, he was carried here by Rong Jing like a sack, and he entered Mummy's house under his guise. "Jing, if you use a patient like this, won't your conscience hurt?" When Jiang Hao went to pour the water, Rong Ning held on to his consciousness and opened his eyes to look at Rong Jing, who was sitting beside him. , asked. "Close your eyes." Rong Jing crossed Erlang's legs, not feeling guilty at all, but felt it was right. Rong Ning was still on the fence with him, deliberately opening his eyes wide, but not closing them. Perhaps in terms of shamelessness, Jiang is still old and spicy. "If you don't close your eyes, you won't want Mommy anymore." Without any hesitation, Rong Ning continued to close his eyes and pretend to be dead. Smelly King, he knew how to bully children if he didn't have the ability to catch up with Mommy. Sleeping on the big bed with the little bun lying next to her, Jiang Li still couldn't sleep. There was no guest room at home, so Rong Jing made a compromise first, hugged a stack of quilts, and went to the sofa in the living room for one night. But the sofa was so small that she fell asleep just right. Rong Jing was so tall, would he sleep enough? The more she thought about it, the more she felt guilty. It was already late autumn, and she didn't like to turn on the air conditioner, so since returning to China, the house has never had an air conditioner. What if she catches a cold after a night's sleep? After staring at the sleeping little bun for a while, Jiang Lu crept up from the bed, took another quilt from the closet, and opened the bedroom door. In the living room, Rong Jing, who was still holding the mobile phone, moved his ears slightly, and easily heard the small movement in the bedroom, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and without thinking, he turned over and lay on the floor of the sofa narration, directly attached to the blanket. . The biting coolness hit him directly through the blanket. Gently closed the bedroom door, Jiang Li turned on the wall lamp in the living room, and went around the corner without seeing the person who was supposed to be lying on the sofa. On the maroon sofa, only a corner of the blanket was left, Jiang Hao walked over lightly, and saw that Rong Jing was already lying on the ground. "How can someone sleep on such a short sofa." She murmured softly, hesitated, and laid the heavy quilt on the open space in the living room. "Mr. Rong," Jiang Hao patted Rong Jing's shoulder lightly, seeing that he woke up with sleepy eyes, and then continued, "You will catch cold if you sleep directly on the ground, I have laid a cushion for you, you lie down Sleep there."