Aunt Wang cleaned up the kitchen, came out and told Rong Qian what was the matter to call her, and then left the imperial city of Yijing.

There is only one Rong Qian left in the huge villa, she just came back yesterday, and her heart is still hot, and she is not in a hurry today, she plans to arrange it well.

Rong Qian went upstairs and returned to her room to call Li Shuzhen, knowing that her class was coming to an end, and agreed to go out for dinner this week.

Li Shuzhen responded and told her to dress thicker and not catch a cold.

With a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, Rong Qian hung up the phone, turned around and looked at his room, and began to clean up by himself.

There is a housekeeping aunt who cleans at a specified time, and Rong Qian does not have to spend much effort, she took the clothes she brought back from Xinzhou downstairs to the laundry room to wash them, and hung them on the balcony, thinking that the sun will shine when the sun comes out.

After getting this done, I went back to the kitchen to boil myself water, and the phone rang in my sweater pocket.

Rong Qian put the kettle away, unscrewed the fire, and then took out his phone.

Seeing the caller ID above, she was determined and did not answer immediately.

When the cheerful bell was about to be extinguished, she slid away and raised it to her ear, and Zhao Shuangyi's voice came from the other end.

Listening to the tone, he was tired: "Rong Qian, what are you doing?"

"Mom......"

"You went home in the afternoon, and you haven't come back after marrying for so long, have you forgotten your mother?" Zhao Shuangyi's voice softened, "Your grandmother explained that the kitchen specially prepared your favorite winter bamboo shoots and corn shoots for you, thinking that she could call you back for a meal." ”

Zhao Shuangyi's words actually revealed two meanings, the old lady didn't like Rong Qian's granddaughter, but she still let people specially prepare Rong Qian's favorite food, which was a euphemism to let her go home.

As far as the Rong family's impression of Rong Qian is concerned, they have always been very realistic, so realistic that they make people feel terrifying.

Every call is not a request for interests? It is not a shallow and narrow-minded person, she never thinks that her family will unconditionally give her any warm affection!

She turned around and leaned against the marble table behind her, her white face was expressionless, her eyes were quiet, and she lied casually: "Probably not, I just finished the exam, and I have to prepare a lot of materials." ”

"Rong Qian, don't you even listen to your mother's words? I am your own mother, you are born from my belly, is it so difficult for you to come back for a meal?" Zhao Shuangyi couldn't help but raise her voice and said unhappily.

Thinking of Rong Tingting's well-behaved and coquettish scene in front of You Meili and the old lady, it is simply an intimate little padded jacket.

Zhao Shuangyi softened her tone and said, "Your father came back today, Tingting and Jianjian were also there, this is not a year ago, our family got together for a meal." When it comes to the New Year, relatives will definitely not be able to take care of the dinner. “

A dinner party between relatives is a strange and unattainable luxury for Rong Qian.

In the past, in prison, every Chinese New Year, everyone would be organized to arrange a show to perform on stage, the kind of work and rest closely related to the army, although warm, but still restrained by supervision.

If you don't get freedom, you're just welcoming the new year in the form of a party!

Rong Qian lowered his head, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "It's still early for the New Year." ”

"Rong Qian," Zhao Shuangyi called her name: "You just said that you can't come back, do you really want your mother to call your mother-in-law?

If she really wants her to go home for dinner in the front, she will already be threatened in the back.

Her mother wasn't like that, but when did she start to change?

Rong Qian found that she couldn't remember clearly, but she couldn't refuse Zhao Shuangyi, so Rong Qian could only respond.

Hung up the phone, she held the phone in her hand, leaning against the marble counter in a daze, until the kettle behind her made a rattling sound, the heat rose, and it burned her arm, she came back to her senses.

Although the water vapor was scorching, Rong Qian was wearing a sweater, and it didn't hurt anything.

She turned off the heat and made herself a cup of red date and wolfberry tea, and then carried it upstairs.

Back to Rong's house in the afternoon, it's still early, and she can read a book for a while.

Rong Qianzi is also really homely, as long as there is something to do in his hands, it is basically okay not to go out all day. It was twelve o'clock when I received Mo Zun's call, the snow was still falling outside, and the city that ended was dyed a layer of silver white.

It was warm with the heating on, so she got up from the carpet under the coffee table and went to the floor-to-ceiling window to answer the phone.

Mo Zun's voice asked, "What are you doing?"

He probably thought she was slow to answer the phone.

Hearing his voice through the microphone into his ears, the gratuitous numbness rippled on the tip of his heart, and the picture of being deliberately ignored this morning emerged, and Rong Qian's cheeks burned a little.

"Read—"

"Have you eaten?"

She was silent, she didn't feel hungry after breakfast, she wondered when she was hungry and then she was ready to eat......

There was a sound of the paper closing at the other end, he seemed to be explaining something to his subordinates, he couldn't really hear it, and when the voice stopped, he heard him call her.

"Rong Qian, are you too lazy to do it yourself?"

He didn't explain, but she understood what he meant, "No, I'm not hungry yet." ”

"So wait until you're hungry?"

Rong Qian twisted her eyebrows slightly, and before she could say anything, Mo Zun had already reprimanded, "Do you have a little sense of time? What time is it now? I'll go to the gym from tomorrow and practice hard. ”

Rong Qian subconsciously retorted, "But I still have to learn." ”

"Exercise for an hour a day. "He has no doubts.

Through a microphone, Rong Qian couldn't see his expression, and he was not afraid of the pressure of his deterrence, "Mo Zun, I don't want to exercise, I'm in good health." ”

"Two hours. "Mo Zun didn't give room for negotiation at all.

"You can't be unreasonable. She knew that he had a good character, and she was anxious.

"Oh, it never makes sense for you. ”

He seemed to be moving, and she could hear the meaning of the dust.

"Go downstairs and get your meal. ”

"What?"

was originally entangled in the matter of forging or not exercising, but he suddenly changed the topic, and she couldn't keep up with his rhythm.

As she was talking, the downstairs bell rang, and the window of Rong Qian's guest room was facing west, and she couldn't see the situation in front of her.

After saying hello to Mo Zun, she turned around and opened the door and went downstairs.

Mo Zun said on the phone: "There is no need to discuss the matter of exercising, let the driver send you over tomorrow, Yan Zhe will wait for you there." ”

Rong Qian pouted, this was a subconscious move, she didn't realize it.

Opening the door, the cold wind came with the snowflakes whistling, Rong Qian didn't wear a coat, she subconsciously shivered, pinched her mobile phone and ran out of the yard quickly, opening the iron barrage gate.

The takeaway guy held the takeaway in his hand and asked her to sign for it.

Rong Qian is actually not stupid, he can guess something from Mo Zun's words.

She thanked her, went back to the hall and closed the door, only to remember to pick up her phone and read.

The phone didn't hang up, and Rong Qian raised it to his ear and called tentatively, "Mo Zun?"

"Hmm. He always spoke in a cold and impersonal tone.

"......" Rong Qian lifted the food box in his hand, which was marked with Yu Ji, which may really be separated by a phone call, blocking him from giving people a strong aura.

She didn't feel scared or nervous, on the contrary, the natural sense of groundedness made her feel funny.

He had already ordered a meal, so why should he train her?

Hung up the phone with Mo Zun, Rong Qian took a deep breath, deliberately ignoring the ** sense of psychological stability, she raised her feet to the restaurant, and sat down to eat in a proper manner.

If Mo Zun hadn't helped her order a meal, she wouldn't have eaten so early, her stomach didn't feel hungry, she must have been inactive and sat all morning.

Just go and exercise......

She resisted.

——

Rong Qian was about to leave for Rong's house in the evening, and there was a standard driver in the imperial city of Yijing, she didn't plan to use it, but it was difficult to walk on a snowy day, and it was not easy to take a ride.

Rong Qian thought about it and called the driver.

The number was still saved by her when the housekeeper was there, and she never called, but she didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

The driver was very polite, and arrived after ten minutes, Rong Qian hung up the phone, and went upstairs to put on another set of clothes.

The driver came down from the upper floors just in time.

gave the address, leaned back in the back chair, and looked at the snow outside, maybe the weather would affect the mood.

Maybe she was about to return to that home, and she didn't know what she was facing......? She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes covering the look in her eyes, I'm afraid what would be the request?!

The driver has been secretly observing Rong Qian through the rearview mirror, and from the moment she got into the car, he wanted to say something......

However, it seems that the mood of tolerance is not high, and the driver did not speak.

The car stopped steadily at the gate of Rong's house, and before Rong Qian got out of the car, he asked the driver to wait for her here.

The driver nodded in response, and then she walked over to the rusty iron bar, raised her hand and pressed the doorbell.

Soon someone came out of it, it was the maid of the house.

Seeing her, he opened the door and called respectfully, "The eldest lady is back." ”

Rong bowed her head and walked all the way to the entrance, the maid took out a pair of slippers for her, and she said thank you softly.

In the living room, the sound of undisguised laughter came, Rong Haishen didn't know what he was amused to laugh, and even the old lady's tone was difficult to hide his anger.

But I don't hear much blame.

The maid said in a timely manner: "Sir, Mrs., the eldest lady is back." ”

The laughter paused for a moment, followed by You Meimei's gentle voice, "Qianqian is back, you go upstairs and call the eldest sister down, she must be happy if she knows." ”

As he was talking, he saw Rong Qian appear from the entrance.

She was wearing a light white woolen coat with a turtleneck sweater that wrapped her thin figure, and her straight legs still looked slender and slender even in winter, wearing warm leggings.

I have to say that compared with the time when he first came out of prison, there is a earth-shaking change now, as if he has changed people.

Yingying watery eyes, fair skin, delicate little face, because of good food, also grew some meat. It's not that the fat hides her beauty, on the contrary, the roundness supports her delicate facial features, and it doesn't look like the temperament belongs to the daughter of the upper class at all.

There was an old lady sitting in the hall, Rong Haishen was particularly beautiful, and their pair of children, Rong Jian was still fifteen or sixteen and a half years old, and he might have just returned from a noble school, and Rong Qian's chances to negotiate with him were only a handful.

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