Rong Sheng chased after him in small steps, stood on the edge of the chair and deliberately emphasized: "The one who died, but your sister." ”

Baili Fusu stretched his waist lazily, dragging his cheeks with one palm, "The suspect is still your third uncle, you are not in a hurry, what am I anxious about?" He crossed his leg, clicked on the knee of the other leg, and asked Rong Sheng with a side eyebrow: "Seven days, are you sure that the time is in a hurry?"

"......" Rong Sheng's expression was subtle, leaning on the back of the chair, leaning forward, at eye level with him, "When did Gongzi Su care about my affairs?"

He turned his face, staggered Rong Sheng's inquiring eyes, and pretended to be soft, "Don't learn from outsiders' fake models and fake ways to call me Fu Su Gongzi, it's quite harsh, from Hecheng to Jinling City, you have been calling your cousin for a month, and you are not used to it?"

That's what he called himself, and she didn't shout it willingly, this scoundrel...... Rong Sheng narrowed his eyes, and before she could sneer, he heard him say casually: "Look at your little expression, I'm afraid that you won't be able to end the game if you play too much, and I'm ready to clean up the mess at any time." ”

At the end of the sentence, he approached Rong Sheng's ear and reminded, "After all, I still expect you to help me find someone." ”

The warm breath swept through Rong Sheng's gradually hot face, crispy, numb, like a feather scratching the itchy point. With a weak heart, her face turned red, she took two steps back, and swallowed her throat crampedly, "I haven't forgotten the matter of finding someone." ”

According to common sense, with the forces of Baili Fusu all over Nanning, it was more than enough to find Rong Qingyi's whereabouts within two months, so why did he place 'hope' on her and entangle endlessly? Especially when he was unusually and frequently showed favor, she became more and more worried in the bottom of her heart.

Baili Fusu couldn't guess her mind through her complicated eyes, and always felt that there were many secrets hidden under her too calm face. He uncovered one place, and another seemed to float up, unable to think clearly, unable to finish. He didn't really want to verify Rong Qingyi's inference that he was more than lucky, and the only remaining luck was to wait for Rong Sheng to give him an alternative answer. He shook his long sleeves and said unhurriedly: "I didn't rush you, it's only a few days before the wedding, what's the situation on the Jiang family's side right now?"

"Jiang family?" Rong Sheng's eyes showed contempt, he bent his lips disdainfully, and said coldly: "The surname Jiang is the only one left Jiang Yehan, where is the home?"

Baili Fusu also didn't like Jiang Yehan, a powder-faced scholar, at first he was not familiar with Rong Sheng, so it was inconvenient to show dissatisfaction, but now he has a deep relationship with Rong Sheng, so he doesn't have to pay much attention to it. His cold eyes lowered, the bottom of his sleeves, his fingers touched the jade on his thumb, and he chuckled: "What's the matter, Jiang Yehan didn't go to the Rong Mansion to discuss the banquet?"

"Nope. Rong Sheng told him frankly, "Not only Jiang Yehan, but also the Qingdao elders of the Rong Mansion, who didn't react at all, just like ......" Her eyes sank, and her voice became cold: "It's like a marriage contract has never existed!"

When Baili Fusu heard this, he smiled rarely, daring to love Jiang Yehan and climbing Rongfu, but he didn't care much, and in the same way, Rongfu didn't value Jiang Yehan's son-in-law who didn't come to the door. "I'm looking forward to getting married in a few days. ”

Rong Sheng's heart trembled, he was afraid that it would be stormy that day, and his distracted eyes gradually deepened.

In another place, Murong Mansion went to Rongfu to seek justice, and returned to the mansion in discouragement, which caused the whole family to be dissatisfied. The wife, the eldest son, the eldest daughter-in-law, including several elders, gathered around the main hall and rebuked him.

Especially the eldest son, Murong Jin, looked irritable and spoke sharply, and took the lead in questioning him: "Dad, you won't be soft-hearted and let Rong Shi'an go, right? You said that he instigated his uncle to take a concubine, he is not a good person, haven't you forgotten? Now that Xian'er died tragically in his backyard, you actually let the murderer go unpunished?"

"Jin'er!" Mrs. Murong stopped his radical words, changed her previous gentle attitude, and asked her husband Murong Cheng in a trembling voice, "Do you really want to care about your sister and brother-in-law and not care about your daughter's life or death?"

Madame's fierce and resolute gaze stung Murong Cheng, he twisted his eyebrows, and was embarrassed: "Madam, I didn't protect Rongfu, I also care about Xian'er, but ...... Rong Sheng escaped the official silver catastrophe for my Murong Mansion, I can't take revenge, right?"

"Grace will take revenge?" Madame's eyes were red, she laughed a few times, and paced forward to grab Murong Cheng's arms, "It is Rong Sheng who is kind to Murong Mansion, not him Rong Shi'an, one yard is one yard, Rong Sheng saved the lives of everyone in the mansion, can offset Rong Shi'an's harm to Xian'er's life?"

Her eyes couldn't hold back two lines of tears, tears poured down desperately, she beat Murong Cheng's chest frantically, and choked up: "If that's the case, I'd rather Rong Sheng hadn't saved Murong Mansion......"

"Mother!" Murong Jin can understand the grief and bitterness of his mother, but Xian'er's death can't rely on Rong Sheng's head, his mother is dizzy, and he is a little inexplicable when he speaks, inexplicably, he hugged Rong Sheng's grievances, "Mother, are you reasonable, Xian'er's death is related to Rong Shi'an, what do you do to complain about Rong Sheng? You can't be angry with Rong Sheng because of the loss of Xian'er." That will Rong Sheng avoid the disaster silver for our family, you don't praise her less. ”

Madame's face froze, a few tears hung in her eyes, not crying, nor continuing to be annoyed. She said what Kuarong Sheng said, but now that Xian'er is dead, how can she still have the heart to bring up the old things? She raised her eldest son with her own hands, did not help her dead sister speak, and refuted her with her husband, how could she endure this? She stubbornly wiped away the tears on her eyelids, and cursed hoarsely:

"You bastard with no conscience, I worked hard to raise you, and I can't afford someone else to save your life?

The more Murong Cheng listened, the more it was not like that, it was so dignified, how could Xian'er's death be brought to Rong Sheng from Rong Shi'an? He understood his wife's excessive grief, and he was even more pleased that Murong Jin had clear grievances. As the head of the family, it was necessary for him to bear everything, standing in front of Murong Jin and blocking the fist that his wife threw at him.

The corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and they turned red.

Madame regained her rare sanity, and was about to check Murong Cheng's injuries, but because he was protecting the family surnamed Rong, she stopped awkwardly and said angrily: "Who told you not to look long, stretch your face under my fist." ”

"Yes, I have itchy skin and owe Madame repairs. Madam, scolded and scolded, beaten and beaten, now, you should always dissipate your anger, right?" Murong Cheng hinted to Murong Jin, hurry up and invite the elders who were watching the play next to him to leave, and after the people left, he said with a straight face: "I am Xian'er's father, I raised her from childhood to adulthood, how can I not care about her death?