Rong Li narrowed a pair of delicate eyes slightly, and his temperament was cold and noble, "Father, I have my own measure." ”

As the only heir of the Rong family, Rong Li's outstanding performance in all aspects has always made Rong Shunian proud. He deeply understands that under his careful cultivation, his son is wiser, cold-blooded, and more unruly than any head of the Rong family!

Therefore, he will never allow anyone to ruin the pride of the Rong family!

"It's good to be measured." Rong Shunian nodded, not minding his son's attitude comparable to the thousand-year-old ice. He put down the teacup and rubbed his temples, "By the way, Wanfang said that your grandmother is about to return to China, and you should remember to go home then." ”

Sen Hei's eyes oozed cold, Rong Li put the empty wine glass back on the gorgeous and expensive coffee table, made a low sound, and he said lightly: "I know." ”

The father and son barely communicated except for official business, and after reminding their son, Rong Shunian didn't stay long.

Rong Li returned to his desk, picked up his phone, and clicked on the new received message.

A short line of words came into view, and the bottom of the eyes that were as deep as a cold pool slowly condensed a layer of frost.

******

The movie is warmly picked, a costume romance drama just released, Jian Yao did not object, and entered the venue with warmth after buying a hot drink. Compared with Rong Li, who is taciturn and cold as an ice cube, Jian Yao is the prince in a fairy tale, sunny and humorous, and it is precisely because of him that boring movies have become much more interesting.

The poignant ending song sounded, and the two were still sitting, waiting for most of the audience to leave before going out.

"Want something to eat?" Jian Yao asked her.

"Are you hungry?"

"I suddenly want to eat steamed dumplings."

"Steamed dumplings?"

"Hmm." Jian Yao squinted, "Let's go, you invite me to watch a movie, and I invite you to eat." ”

Handsome men and beauties are undoubtedly a beautiful scenery together, and the beautiful girl's stunning little face is smiling, like a flower in spring, and the city is bright in the sun.

Across the street, two young and beautiful girls happened to see Jian Yao enter a very famous restaurant in Ningcheng with warmth.

"Hey, isn't that Jian Yao beside my brother?" One of them was surprised.

Pei Ruoya glanced at her, "You know him?" ”

"I've seen it a few times." Rong Peipei's delicate phoenix eyes flashed with disdain, "People hate it." ”

"Who is with him, does he have a girlfriend?"

She seemed to be talking to herself, and Pei Ruoya's eyes flashed with doubts, "Don't you know that girl?" ”

Rong Peipei shook his head, "I only came back yesterday, and besides, it doesn't matter who Jian Yao likes with me." ”

The only thing she cares about most is that person.

Hearing this, Pei Ruoya's slightly lowered eyes flashed with a hint of calculation, and her tone was gentle: "Her name is Wenwen, I told you before." Last time at my engagement party, she was your brother's female companion! ”

Sure enough, as she expected, Rong Peipei's face suddenly changed when she heard Zuihou's words, and he could even be said to be a little hideous, "What you said is true?" ”

"yes."

Others may not have noticed that the admiration hidden in Rong Peipei's eyes every time she mentioned her brother, Pei Ruoya could see it clearly.

Rong Peipei is narrow-minded, and even gritted her teeth when she heard that someone liked Rong Li, if she was allowed to deal with Wen Wen, she would be able to watch from the wall unharmed.

"Your brother has always been very good to her, I heard that last time they went to Jingshan to see the maple leaves, but when they came back, the bus broke down, and your brother went to pick her up in person after he found out. At that time, one of her classmates accidentally bumped into her, and Wen Wen Wei kicked her feet, and your brother forcibly bought the same classmate's company the next day......"

She vividly described how pampered and warm Rong Li was, and every extra word was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, and the crystal nails carefully depicted by Rong Peipei were even broken.

"This slut!" Rong Peipei's voice trembled with anger.