Yu Jiaping felt like someone was choking her neck, and her unfinished words were blocked in her throat. It made her blush and her neck thick.

Yuan Lang: "...."

If you sit quietly and eat, you have to lie down and shoot, who is she messing with... Can't you just let her make a beautiful backdrop?

Malaysia, Hao Duoduo, they were all silent, especially Malaysia, who was at a loss like a child who had made a mistake.

"I... I'm not—" A black face made him suffocate like an inflated balloon, "I, I'm too young to think so." ”

Several teammates sitting next to Da Ma took a quick look at Da Ma from head to toe again, and he was as big as two people.

Are they really blind?

Malaysia's heart is bitter.... Didn't you see Chairman Rong's terrifying gaze glued to himself? He was also forced to be helpless....

As if grasping the direction of speaking, Da Ma nodded again and again, and almost patted his chest to say that he was not in a hurry to start a family, and begged not to introduce the object....

Rong Qi lowered his head and poured a glass of water and wine without caring about himself, but he didn't see Yu Jiaping's eyes begging for help next to him.

Yu Jiaping's palms under the table were about to be pinched by herself, and taking advantage of the hidden angle, her resentful and bloodshot gaze towards Yuan Lang.

Why... Why does this woman always have such good luck...

Not only does the second brother Rong like her and wants to marry her, but even Brother Rong is protecting her.

Brother Rong is now the chairman, and even his legs are healed.

Xie Yuanlang's luck is always so good.

But she won't let her stay proud....

Yu Jiaping's jealousy was completely distorted, and she quickly lowered her head to hide the resentment in her eyes.

"Actually... I, I'm really kind..."Yu Jiaping cautiously curled her neck and glanced at Rong Zheng, and then explained weakly.

At this time, she was like a little white flower in the wind, pitiful and cute, and there was no aggression in her body.

Malaysia's original little blame was also as colorless, and soon more pity took over his heart.

"It's okay, brother knows that you are thinking about me..."

Yuan Lang's calm and waveless eyes swept between Da Ma and Yu Jiaping.

What about the resolute character of the soldiers?

Is the brain filled with muscles? Is it only I who feels the deep malice of the other party?

Yu Jiaping heard Ma Da's words, and her face looked much better.

This meal, the dishes on the table did not move a few times, and it ended in a hurry.

When everyone dispersed, only Yu Jiaping and Rong Qi were left.

Yu Jiaping shyly imagined tonight's romantic time, this was the first night she and Second Brother Rong became husband and wife together.

Take a shower, change into your newly bought pajamas, and wait early in bed.

just waited left and right, and didn't see anyone outside pushing the door in, Yu Jiaping could only look for it by herself.

Rong Qi was surrounded by smoke and stood in front of the windowsill, looking in the direction of the Rong family's house.

Yu Jiaping tried her best to let herself say softly: "Second brother, don't you sleep?"

Rong Qi snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, passed by him with the cold air of the night, walked into the study, and with a snap, Yu Jiaping was isolated.

*

Rong family, Yuan Lang had already freshened up and was ready to sleep, and the porter was knocked.

Aunt Zheng: "Yuan Lang, the eldest young master said that he wanted to drink coffee, so let you make a cup and send it over." ”

Yuan Lang: "It's late..."

Aunt Zheng was silent, one foot against the crack in the door, and the expression on her face seemed to say that if she didn't do it, she wouldn't leave.

Yuan Lang was silent, her body did not move, Aunt Zheng couldn't hold her breath first, and showed a kind smile, "I'm old, I don't understand these Western things, it's okay to let me make a cup of tea, but what kind of coffee is brewing... I really don't understand, I can only bother you Yuanlang...."

"It doesn't take much time... The work of the eldest young master is really hard...."

Aunt Zheng changed her strategy, and there was a tendency to continue chattering, and Yuan Lang immediately stopped with her hand.

"I'll just go..."

Aunt Zheng patted Yuan Lang's hand with satisfaction, "What a good boy, I'm sorry for you." ”

Is Rong Zheng really just just wanting to drink coffee? Yuan Lang doesn't think so.

She felt that the current Rong Zheng had a dangerous evil nature all over her body, and Aunt Zheng would do this, definitely under his instructions.

It's just that Yuan Lang really agreed to it.

Since she has been to the Rong family for so long, Rong Zheng loves to drink tea, especially strong tea, which she knows, but coffee...

She never seemed to have seen each other drink.

However, the Rong family's kitchen has a delicate hand-cranked grinder, and the freshly roasted coffee beans are set aside, apparently ready for a long time.

The door of Rong Zheng's room was not locked, and it seemed that a crack was deliberately left, and Yuan Lang opened it as soon as he pushed it.

The room was dimly lit and there was no one... Only a small yellow light lit up in the small room next to it.

Rong Zheng is buried in a pile of papers, working seriously.

Even Yuan Lang didn't realize it when he came in.

As the saying goes, serious men are more attractive, and sure enough.

The light of the table lamp shone on Rong Zheng's handsome side face, and without the smile that always hung on his face during the day, this moment turned out to be extraordinarily real.

"Knock knock. He knocked lightly on the door three times.

"Your coffee. ”

Rong Zheng raised his tired eyes, and then.... A spoonful of sugar, two spoonfuls of sugar, three spoonfuls of sugar.... Until the sugar jar bottoms out.

He poured it all into the freshly brewed coffee.

......

Put so much, won't it be sweet and bitter?

What a deep love for sweets...

"At night... If you eat sugar, you can easily get moths..."

Rong Zheng's eyes were like a small piece of starlight spilling in, which was particularly bright in the dim room.

"Come here...", in a strong and unmistakable tone.

Rong Zheng took a sip of coffee and lay down behind the chair, "Massage my head for me." ”

"It's too late, tomorrow. ”

After Yuan Lang finished speaking, he put down the empty tray in his hand and walked out.

It's just that Rong Zheng is faster, as if the person who was tired to the extreme and languishing just now was not like him.

With an arrow step, Yuan Lang was pressed against the wall by the shoulder.

Yuan Lang suddenly thought at this time, the photos posted on the walls in the small room seemed to be gone... It was very different from the first time she saw it.

Now the small room is not only a data file, but also a data file.... Even Yuan Lang also aimed at something more confidential, and put it in front of him like this.

Is this really good? Isn't Rong Zheng worried that he will leak secrets?

Rong Zheng looked at the woman in front of him with a fugue expression in dissatisfaction....

She was becoming more and more afraid of herself.

Rong Zheng's eyes revealed a malice, and he suddenly approached Yuan Lang's neck, and his warm breath hit his skin, and soon goosebumps appeared on his white and tender skin.

Taking advantage of the other party's stunned moments, Rong Zheng's movements were faster than his brain, and the soft and moist tip of his tongue was a addition to the slippery skin, leaving a trace of wet and greasy.