Chapter 120

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 me so late?"

She almost said that she became 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, and kept crying."

Rong Ning, who was already sleepy, did not lift his head when he heard Rong Jing's words.

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, won't your conscience hurt when you use a patient like this?"

When Jiang Hao went to pour the water, Rong Ning held on to his consciousness, opened his eyes and looked at Rong Jing, who was sitting beside him, and 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 in the future."

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."

Rong Jing calmed down, pinched the bridge of his nose, and put his hands on the sofa, but did not stand up.

"My feet are numb," he said in a hoarse voice.

"Then I, I'll help you get up." After moving the coffee table back, Jiang Hao set aside a space to stand beside Rong Jing and handed his hand to Rong Jing.

Feeling that his warm palms were clasping hers tightly, Jiang Hao's cheeks became hot, and she used her strength to help Rong Jing up.

"You lie down first, and I'll bring you the blanket." Jiang Hao said respectfully.

Looking at Jiang Hao's slender back, Rong Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

Even after being together for so long, she still regards herself as the president of a company, a partner, not at all... tempted?

Holding the blanket and kneeling beside Rong Jing, Jiang Hao carefully covered Rong Jing with the blanket. Just as she was about to stand up, Rong Jing's hand stretched out from the blanket and directly pinched Jiang Hao's wrist.

Her eyes widened suddenly, looking at Rong Jing.

Without any extra words, Jiang Hao felt a lot of strength on her arm, and then her whole body was pulled down by Rong Jing. Without warning, she fell into Rong Jing's arms in a daze.

Her heartbeat seemed to speed up in an instant, the air was restless, and her already hot cheeks flushed even more.

"Mr. Rong..."

Jiang Hao's mind went blank, she could only feel that the breath was filled with the good smell of mint on a man's body, but out of instinct, she still tried to stand up.

Rong Jing backhanded the hand that was holding her arm to her waist, and made her lean into his arms again: "Jiang Hao, don't always be so alienated from me, okay?"

Perhaps it was because she was too flustered that she had the illusion that what Rong Jing said just now made people feel a little pity. Gracie thought so.

"Rong..." Jiang Hao wanted to speak, but Rong Jing took the first step and directly sealed her lips with his fingers.

"Don't call President Rong, just call me Rong Jing, okay?" His eyes shone in the dim environment, staring at Jiang Li, like a whirlpool, as if he wanted to suck her in completely.

Jiang Hao didn't answer, and didn't move.

After a long while, she reached out and pressed Rong Jing's chest: "Boss Rong said that, don't you feel sorry for Xiao Jiu's biological mother?"

Ignoring Rong Jing's astonishment, Jiang Hao stood up directly, did not stay any longer, and went back to the bedroom.

Staring at the closed door, Rong Jing's eyes dimmed a little bit.

Leaning against the bedroom door, Jiang Li squatted down a little bit, hugging her knees.

The restless ambiguous factor in the air seemed to still surround Jiang Hao, and Rong Jing's low voice was like a spell, lingering.

After shutting down two bells in a row, Jiang Li finally fell asleep.

Standing up, looking at the empty room, the sky outside the white gauze curtain was already bright.

Glancing at the time on the phone, Jiang Hao realized how serious he was sleeping late today.

Walking out of the bedroom with bare feet, the living room was full of sunlight. Apart from the breakfast plate on the counter, Jiang Li had no way to prove that Rong Jing really brought Rong Ning here last night.

It was even said that last night, Rong Jing really took her into his arms and said those ambiguous words.

After calmly eating the breakfast that Rong Jing had left behind, Jiang Hao tied her long hair into a ponytail, tidied up briefly and went straight to the company. Some things always come too slowly.