Ancestor worship is strange to Rong Qian, or rather, she has never thought about it at all.

I don't know how to think of an ancient custom in which book I have read about it, the new daughter-in-law sacrifices to her ancestors, and it is on the family tree to be accepted by the family.

And she and Mo Zun ......

Rong Qian has always known clearly in his heart that they can't go far, not to mention the essence of this marriage, even Mo Zun is something she can't hold, let alone rely on?

However, in the face of Mrs. Li's diligent planning, she couldn't say anything about refusal.

Rong Qian thought, this matter still depends on Mo Zun, what he doesn't agree with, even if she cares about it and looks forward to it, it won't help!

Thinking about this, my heart is like pulling out layers of clouds, and I suddenly feel a lot clearer.

The driver came down quickly.

chatting with Mrs. Li all the way, and when she arrived at the imperial city of Yijing, the driver just helped her carry her luggage, and Mrs. Li's mobile phone rang.

It was a close friend of hers, who seemed to have encountered something, and cried on the phone and asked Mrs. Yu Li to go to have tea.

It is said to be a tea tasting, but in fact, it is talking about things.

Mrs. Li hung up the phone, and the worry on her face had not yet disappeared.

Rong Qian said understandingly: "Mom, if you have something, go and get busy first, I've already arrived, wait to clean up the house, I'll go back to Xiuyuan tomorrow to see you." ”

Mrs. Li said slightly apologetically: "It's still shallow and sensible, then my mother won't accompany you in, and when I go back to Xiuyuan tomorrow, my mother will make you your favorite pastries." ”

With a slight smile, she watched Mrs. Li get into the car.

Only after the black Bentley disappeared from sight did she pick up her simple luggage and turn back to the house.

I thought that there would be no one living in the house for two days, and the house must be thick and lifeless.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the door, it was warm, the house was specially cleaned, and the central air conditioning slowly released the heating.

In stark contrast to the cold outside.

She forgot and dismissed the servants at home, Mo Zun did not let her mess around, and the hourly workers would come to clean on time every day.

Thinking about it, they did it, but how did they know that the master was back today?

Rong Qian felt that he had become very strange, when he was concerned about something, he would unconsciously explore the reason behind it, why, why is it so?

Dig into it to the end, but what you want to know, these ...... Was it ordered by Mo Zun?

She stood at the entrance with her luggage in her hand, her face was a little pale, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and a smile overflowed, with some self-deprecation.

It's ridiculously ignorant.

Rong Qian carried her luggage upstairs, and there were some of her things inside, as well as Mo Zun's clothes.

Coming in from the outside didn't feel anything, but just by climbing the stairs, her breath was chaotic and panting.

She went back to the guest room she had cleaned up, and the room was still the same as when she left, but it was not difficult to see the signs of being cleaned.

She tidied up her things first, and then went back to the master bedroom to put back Mo Zun's clothes.

After returning, Rong Qian returned to her room, came to the coffee table, and took out the accompanying notes from her personal bag.

Unveiled, the footage she recorded casually on the road broke into view.

It's just a simple rabbit with its front feet propped up and its ears cocked, and when she sees this picture, she unconsciously has a heartfelt smile on her face.

She thinks she should do something, as long as she has a dream, likes it, and doesn't give up, then what she insists on will definitely give her something in return, right?

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Mo Zun came back at six o'clock in the evening, and as soon as he entered the door, he was slightly stunned, the hall was dark, and the entire villa fell into silence.

Glancing in the direction of the stairs, he casually turned on the light in the living room and went upstairs to his room while untying his tie.

As he could see, he went upstairs and was dark everywhere he went.

What was the woman doing?

Went to bed early?

Mo Zun's eyebrows twisted, and when he arrived at the master bedroom, he unscrewed the doorknob, and there was no accident that the bedroom without a little popularity was cold.

Mo Zun's eyes were cold, and as soon as he turned his steps, he paced to the opposite guest room.

With her legs crossed, she sat on the woolen carpet, her whole body lying on the coffee table, scattering a lot of waste paper around her, the pencil sliding on the paper, her expression looked focused and religious.

Even Mo Zun opened the door without noticing, there was still a cold sound in the silence.

Rong Qian was startled, she raised her head, and under the bright light, the man stood against the door frame.

The black trench coat was wide buttoned, the shirt button was unbuttoned twice, and the tie was crooked around his neck, he stared at her condescendingly, and his tone was cold: "Have you eaten?"

Rong Qian was silent, and her left finger pressing the paper unconsciously picked lightly.

Mo Zun's eyes looked even colder, he raised his feet and came in, and suddenly the pressure was like a mountain.

Rong Qian put down the pen, she was silent for a second, closed the book and inadvertently covered the paper on which she drew and wrote, and then leaned down and picked up the waste paper she threw on the ground.

The coffee table in front of him was thrown into a box of things with a "snap", and Rong raised his eyes slightly, just to see the clothes in the box falling out.

She looked up puzzled: "What is this?"

"Change of clothes. Mo Zun was too lazy to talk nonsense with her.

He never stepped into the guest room, and as he looked at the small room she had cleaned up, his eyes fell on the sketch above the bed.

"Where are you going?" If she read it correctly, it was clearly a dress.

"If you want to change it, you will change it, where is so much nonsense. He seemed to be running out of patience.

Rong Qian stiffened, she said weakly: "But it's cold outside, I ......"

She spoke hesitantly, in a subtle and almost untraceable tone.

And who Mo Zun is, naturally he won't be unable to hear it.

He glanced back at her and stared for a long time before he turned around and sat down on her bed, propped one hand behind his back, and lifted Erlang's legs, just a simple gesture that he had done to be elegant and natural.

"Miss Rong, take on the appearance of a woman, don't waste your materials. ”

If he doesn't say it, he just can, and when he speaks, the words he says can be described as very vicious.

When Rong Qian's scalp was numb, she couldn't help but be ashamed, but she didn't dare to brush the tiger hair easily for him.

Maybe the expression on her face was too obvious, Mo Zun pursed her lips, and finally spoke: "There is a banquet and I need a female companion, I think it is just right to take you." ”

Just right, referring to her identity?

Or is she the person?

Obviously, "this person" doesn't refer to her, according to Mo Zun's temperament, he probably didn't want to bother to find a woman with a good enough identity, so he thought of her. Besides, I hadn't heard him say it before, maybe it was just a temporary entertainment, and he didn't have time to prepare.

Her eyes fell on the clothes scattered on the coffee table, otherwise she wouldn't have taken her there so late!

Rong Qian got up and picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom, even if she didn't want to, she knew in her heart that she couldn't resist him after all.

The decision he made was unpleasant and disobedient.

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