It's hard to make money these days!

Sir, you are still the same loser as always!

Old Man Rong caught a glimpse of the housekeeper's distressed expression, and snorted coldly, "What's the matter?"

He struggled desperately for the first half of his life, just to spend money comfortably for the rest of his life, and now in the end, he can't even throw away crutches?

The housekeeper hurriedly shook his head and said respectfully: "How come, sir, you can do whatever you want, this is your family property of struggle, naturally follow your thoughts." ”

Although the housekeeper said so, in his heart, it still hurts.

After all, it's 100,000 yuan, which is about a month's salary!

The old man went down on crutches like this, and he was gone.

"Hmph! Old Man Rong turned his head arrogantly, took the crutches handed over by the housekeeper, walked to the bedside, sat on the edge of the bed, and his expression returned to normal, "How are you preparing for next week's birthday?"

Everything is a small thing now, and next week's birthday is a big thing!

The butler quickly replied respectfully: "It's all ready." ”

Old man Rong's birthday, but Chang'an is one of the top two major events, not to mention that partners with business cooperation with the Rong family will come, even the mayor of Chang'an will come to congratulate Old Man Rong on his birthday.

"Well, you go down first. Old Man Rong waved his hand, and the housekeeper respectfully withdrew, closing the door by the way.

Old Man Rong sat on the edge of the bed, opened the bedside table drawer, took out an old-fashioned photo album of some years, and opened it.

The first page is a man and a woman, black and white photos, looking at the dress, it should be the Republic of China period.

The woman combed two braids, hanging down on her chest, with a gentle smile on her pretty face, and the man holding hands with her next to her was very thin, and if you look closely, the silhouette is still slightly similar to the current old man Rong.

Old Man Rong bent his waist, rubbing the photo in his hand, and his eyes were lonely, "Ah Fang, that stinky boy in Hancheng has a girlfriend, but it's a pity that that girl doesn't have a good character! ”

"Do you say that stinky boy is not good with Qingqing? Qingqing's child is filial and considerate, beautiful and beautiful, and has a personality like you, the key is that she has the entire Nie family behind her! If Hancheng is with her, the Rong family is in his pocket. It's a pity that he chose such an ordinary girl with a bad character!

Old Man Rong wiped his tears as he spoke, and his voice whimpered.

Although he looks full of spring breeze now, he knows in his heart that his life will not exceed ten years.

The only thing he can't worry about in this world is Rong Hancheng, the eldest grandson.

He hopes to see Rong Hancheng get married and have children, and watch him live happily and safely for the rest of his life.

And Nie Tingqing, with the entire Nie family behind him, will be his biggest help, helping him win the Rong family more quickly and sit in a secure position.

For so many years, he didn't know what Rong Zhizhe's father and son were thinking, but after all, they had been raised by their side since they were children and had feelings, so Old Man Rong turned a blind eye and connived.

"Ah Fang, you said that if Qingshu is here, knowing that I have thrown such a big mess into his son, will he hate me?"

"Ah Fang, you left too early, if you hadn't left, I wouldn't be as lonely as I am now. I'll be a lot happier to have you with me. After a while, he said to himself: "Ah Fang, you are so good, so gentle, it may be that God wants to call you up..."

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New building in Taoyuan Community

Rong Hancheng walked into the new building, went directly to the elevator, and went all the way to the 5th floor. Got out of the elevator, walked straight to the end of the corridor, and stopped at the door of Nie Tiantian's house.

He didn't do anything, leaning against the wall, his eyes a little distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.

Time passed little by little...

I don't know how long it took, Nie tilted the door of his house and pushed it open, and there were a few footsteps and noisy sounds:

"Xingzhao, tomorrow weekend, buy some crayfish, let's have a meal together." ”

"Well, why don't I buy you some milk tea by the way?" Xingzhao nodded, no objection.

"Okay, okay, Xingzhao, you're on the road!"

As soon as Xingzhao walked out, the corridor light turned on in an instant, and swept to a black shadow next to him, almost frightened Xingzhao into cardiac arrest, and saw that it was Rong Hancheng, his eyes sank, and he pursed his lips: "Mr. Rong?"

It's so late, what is Rong Hancheng doing at the door of the dumping house?

Rong Hancheng raised his eyes, glanced at him, and nodded coldly.

For Xingzhao, he has no good feelings.

is also a man, how could he not see how much he thinks about Nie.

has not been pierced, but also taking into account Nie Tiantian.

"Mr. Rong?" Xing Chao also heard Xingzhao's words, showed a head, and saw that it was really Rong Hancheng, so he quickly retracted his head, straightened his hair and clothes, and pushed Nie Tiantian out.

Nie Tiantian was pushed violently by the noisy line, and almost didn't stand firm, but Rong Hancheng reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, so that Nie Tiantian would not fall.

Xing Zhaogang's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and he withdrew it as if nothing happened, "I still have something to do, so I'll go first." ”

"Mmmm, remember to buy crayfish and milk tea tomorrow. Xingzhao smiled and waved his hand at Xingzhao, his expression was as cheerful as he was.

Nie Tiantian also waved his hand at Xingzhao, but Xingzhao's gaze was not on her face, but on her waist, where Rong Hancheng was holding a big palm, which looked extremely dazzling.

Without a trace, he frowned, turned around, and strode away.

He was afraid that if he looked at it for another second, he would not be able to help but go up and take down Rong Hancheng's hand.

If that's the case, it's just going to embarrass everyone.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Xingzhao could only leave.

Sometimes, dodging is the best way to go.

As soon as Xingzhao left, Xing Chao was very knowledgeable about the current affairs and made a head, and smiled at Nie Tiantian and Rong Hancheng, "You two talk slowly, I'll help you close the door first..." With that, pull the door open.

The door didn't close, and there was a crack in it, and in the middle of the crack, a small camera flashed a faint light.

Noisy inside, covering his mouth and snickering while watching the screen, like a cat that has stolen fish.

outside

Nie Tian touched Rong Hancheng's bare arm, and there was a chill in his tentacles, and he couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows, "Why did you come out wearing so little?"

On autumn nights, it is more dewy, and it will feel a little cold when he goes out to throw out the garbage with his long-sleeved pajamas and coats, but he only wears a short-sleeved pajamas, isn't it cold?

The corners of Rong Hancheng's lips hooked up into a smile, and he shook his head, "It's not cold." ”

My eyes were full of wanting to see her, and I didn't feel cold at all.

"His arms are cold like this, and he says that he is not cold!" Nie Tiantian continued to wrinkle his eyebrows, his palms rubbing lightly on his bare arms, hoping to increase the temperature for him.

Rong Hancheng took her hand, pulled it to his chest, and stuffed it through the gap in the button, "Your hands are so cold, I'll give you warmth." ”

Rong Hancheng's arm was cold, but his chest was extremely hot, like a furnace, as soon as Nie Tiantian's cold hand touched it, his heart was burned by the scorching temperature, and he was about to pull it out in a hurry.

"I have cold hands all year round, so you don't have to help me warm up. "She is used to having cold hands, and she doesn't need Rong Hancheng to help her warm up.

Besides, Rong Hancheng was already wearing less tonight, what if he was stimulated by his cold hands and got sick?

Rong Hancheng stuffed Nie Tian's hand back into his chest, fixed it through his pajamas, and didn't allow her to move away, "Tilt, with me in the future, your hands won't be cold anymore." ”