"Yuan Lang, do you think this room is still satisfied?" Aunt Zheng took Yuan Lang to a guest room, and then opened the curtains, and immediately the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the house.

Yuan Lang was pleasantly surprised to find that this is a floor-to-ceiling window, the lighting is particularly good, standing in front of the window, the scenery outside can be seen at a glance, and the green plants are particularly eye-catching.

"Yuan Lang, there are a lot of clothes in the wardrobe, all of which have not been cut and no one has worn them, can you see if it is appropriate? If you think it is not suitable, I will prepare it for you again." Aunt Zheng stood at the door and said gently: "These clothes were prepared by the eldest young master for Miss Qingqing, but Miss Qingqing was not blessed..."

"Qingqing?"

Aunt Zheng suddenly noticed that she was talking too much, and immediately changed the topic, "You can see for yourself first, I have to go down to prepare dinner, if there is any problem, call me again..."

Yuan Lang opened the wardrobe curiously, inside is a cabinet of skirts, all kinds of styles, and all of them are brand new, just look at the tags on it, you can know that the price of each skirt is expensive, all of them are foreign brands.

Yuan Lang picked out a few skirts at random, the styles of the materials were excellent, and he put the skirt on himself a few times, and it fit very well.

However, thinking of Miss Qingqing mentioned by Aunt Zheng just now, there seems to be something hidden.

It's just that Yuan Lang hasn't forgotten what he came here for, and doing his duty is the right thing.

Hang the skirt back in its place. Aunt Zheng's voice sounded outside the door, "Yuan Lang, it's time to eat." ”

A long western dining table, full of all kinds of dishes, full of color, flavor and flavor, Aunt Zheng's craftsmanship is good, and it makes people appetize when they look at it.

Rong Zheng and Rong Qi had already sat down, waiting for Yuan Lang to dine.

Yuan Lang sat down on Rong Zheng's left hand side, and inexplicably noticed a cold air rushing towards him.

The weather is probably not autumn yet.

Rong Qi, who was sitting on Rong Zheng's right hand, had a very grim face, and his right hand, which was placed under the table, shrank back from the stool next to him, as if he was about to open the seat for Yuan Lang just now.

No one saw Rong Qi's small movements, and Rong Zheng was also very helpless, why was his younger brother angry again?

"I eat relatively lightly at home, so Aunt Zheng is used to cooking without chili peppers, and I don't know your habit of eating or not. Rong Zheng said as he thoughtfully pushed a small plate of chopped chili peppers in front of Yuan Lang, "This Aunt Zheng made it herself." ”

"If you can't get used to eating the food, you can serve it first, and then let your aunt cook another meal for you. ”

Yuan Lang didn't expect Rong Zheng to think so carefully and thoroughly, and thought of everything. Listening to him speak like a spring breeze is definitely a pleasure and a burst of comfort in people's hearts.

This is a very gentle person.

"Eat. Rong Qi said coldly.

Seeing Chief Rong's cold face many times, Yuan Lang gradually gained immunity, and was no longer as nervous as before, always worried and nervous in the face of him.

The Rong family's dining table is a practice of food without speaking, no one speaks, and several people are focused on the food in their bowls.

After the meal, Aunt Zheng quickly cleaned up the table and served the fruit plate.

"I'll go back to my room and rest first. ”

Aunt Zheng pushed Rong Zheng's wheelchair away, and Yuan Lang, who was facing Chief Rong alone, put her hand on her knees, and looked at the momentum of the person opposite, Yuan Lang couldn't help but straighten her back.

"Chief Rong... Well, Rong Qi, do you have something to say to me?" Yuan Lang always felt that he couldn't be too presumptuous, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he still called him Chief Rong, but in Rong Qi's forced gaze, he changed his words awkwardly.

Let her call Brother Rong, she really can't call it. The two of them were not familiar to that extent. It's better to call the full name the next best thing.

"Hmm..."Rong Qi replied solemnly.

Then when Yuan Lang waited for his next step, what he waited for was a long silence.

"Rong Qi?"

"Hmm..." Rong Qi should have responded, but he just didn't speak.

Yuan Lang is not an anxious person, and she is impatient with Rong Qi's unreasonable attitude.

And what was Rong Qi thinking?

In fact, his thinking has long since diverged into the distance.

What do you say when you talk together?

No, it's a secret.

It doesn't seem to work to talk about what's going on around him, there's nothing else around him except training, writing reports, making plans, and so on. Zong Yao seems to have said that these things are too boring, and they must not talk about these things with women, and they can't understand them when they talk about them.

"Rong Qi, if there is nothing else, I will go and rest first. ”

"I'll make a detailed plan for you tomorrow, and I already have a preliminary idea in my mind about your brother's problem. ”

"Hmm..."Under Rong Qi's paralyzed appearance, he actually had a very tangled heart, and he didn't even react to what Yuan Lang said.

By the time he reacted, there was no one in front of him.

When she went upstairs, Yuan Lang noticed that the room she lived in was next to Rong Zheng's room.

Closing the door of the room, Yuan Lang wanted to fall down and sleep, because she had a really wonderful day today, and everything happened to her. As a result, a decorative false door on the wall attracted Yuan Lang's attention.

It is a door made of openwork wood, painted with blue lacquer and hung with a curtain of crystal beads, which blends in with the style of the whole room, fresh and natural.

When I went in and looked closely, I realized that there was another mystery to this door. The inside was hollowed out by a minute or so, and when I put my finger in and knocked on it, the wall inside was not solid.

Yuan Lang grabbed the wooden fence in the hollow place with his hand and pulled it out, and the fake door was opened.

Isn't this supposed to be fixed? How can it really be opened like a door?

After the false door was opened, Yuan Lang curiously touched the wall inside, but the touch under his hand was obviously different from the wall next to him.

If you look closely, you can see a small raised button in a hidden place.

Without thinking, Yuan Lang's fingers pressed the button down.

"When...", the sound of metal popping off.

There was a small slit on the edge of the original wall, only the width of a little finger, just enough to snap four fingers into it and pull it apart.

One is still a secret door.

Originally, at this time, Yuan Lang should have stopped and stopped his curiosity.

But she opened the secret door by magic.

Outside is another room, which is minimally decorated and has nothing but a bed.

The room was large, the floor was covered with a thick carpet, and there was no sound when the feet walked to the ground.

Yuan Lang looked at the things in the room in a daze, there was a small room in front of Yuan Lang's sight to the left, and there seemed to be movement inside.

Yuan Lang suddenly thought that when he entered the door just now, wasn't the room he was living in exactly Rong Zheng's room....

So is she running to Rong Zheng's room now?

Yuan Lang hurriedly retreated, then closed the door, and pushed a back chair in front of the decorative false door.

The fact that these two rooms were connected made her feel insecure.

Yuan Lang thought that she would have to ask Aunt Zheng to change her room tomorrow.