"Okay, let's make it a deal. Let's go try on dresses together tomorrow and pick up Grandpa."

He can handle all the wedding banquet matters by himself, and I just need to be responsible for making it beautiful.

"Well, how was Grandpa doing when you went to the hospital today?"

"It was fine. I was playing Go with Mr. Shi. We played until the evening and ignored everyone else, so I had to come back by myself. But..."

"But what?" Rong Luchi looked at her little face with deep eyes and asked.

"But I met Lu Baoer and Pei Qi in the hospital. It seems that they are getting back together and planning to get married."

"What are they doing in the hospital?"

"I don't know." Song Wanwan didn't think about why they went to the hospital.

It's none of her business at all.

"Ignore them. Tomorrow is Saturday. Aren't you busy?"

"I'm not busy. I've taken care of everything today. I'll definitely be free tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll call Mianmian tomorrow, and you can call Jiang Mo too." Song Wanwan took Rong Luchi's big hand in his hand, pinching his slender fingers and playing with them.

This seems to be said absent-mindedly, but there are still traces to follow.

"Why call Jiang Mo? Don't you have Mian Mian to accompany you?"

"I heard that Jiang Mo is getting engaged. I've also met that girl, Mianmian. She's a pretty good girl. What do you think?" Song Wanwan leaned over and fell directly into Rong Luchi's arms.

Rong Luchi put his arm around her, rested his chin on the top of her head, and gently stroked her back with his palm.

Warm and sweet atmosphere.

"It's natural that someone like Jiang Mo would never agree to a marriage, but her mother is quite strong, and he himself is a bit rebellious, but you know that family businesses don't allow for free marriage."

There was a hint of sadness on Song Wanwan's cold and elegant face.

Indeed, it is not easy for both her and Rong Luchi.

Besides, Jiang Mo and Mianmian haven't started yet.

Although it seems that they have a chance, the current situation is obviously one that leaves no room for recovery.

Mianmian said that if Jiang Mo married Xia Luoluo, he would be the one saving the galaxy.

A girl that even she likes must be very outstanding.

"Oh, I feel a little uncomfortable." Song Wanwan buried her little face in the man's chest.

Taking a deep sniff, the cool and refreshing fragrance on this man smells so good.

"What perfume are you using? Why do you smell so good?"

The two have lived together for such a long time, but Song Wanwan has never seen him use any perfume.

But there is always a kind of cold fragrance on her body.

It smells so safe.

"No perfume, it's a manly scent. Do you like it?"

"puff!"

Hearing such greasy and straightforward words, Song Wanwan burst out laughing.

"If you weren't so handsome, saying something like that would be really greasy."

"Fortunately, I look okay." Rong Luchi smiled softly, his deep eyes full of doting.

"Of course not. If I hadn't seen that you looked pretty good, I probably wouldn't have dragged you over to make up the numbers, haha."

Song Wanwan was so happy that he couldn't help but tell the truth.

Rong Luchi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dangerous look appeared on his cold and handsome face.

This made Song Wanwan, who was originally laughing, feel a sense of oppression in an instant.

She blinked her sparkling cat eyes innocently, with a very obedient look on her face: "What are you doing? You're looking at me like that all of a sudden. It feels like you want to eat me!"

"So you were attracted to me at first sight? Huh?"

The big hand on his waist suddenly tightened its grip, and Song Wanwan had no choice but to press closer to him.

Through the fabric of their clothes, one could clearly feel his strong and muscular body underneath.

Song Wanwan squirmed a little uncomfortably, her soft body restlessly wanting to stay away from him.

But Rong Luchi did not let go, and controlled her perfectly with one hand.

"Well, that's a bit of the point, isn't it? Hmm?"

"No!" Rong Luchi answered firmly.

"Hmm?" Song Wanwan's eyes lit up slightly, a little curious: "No?"

"Well, I have been planning this for a long time." Rong Luchi said, and his big hands began to knead her slender waist restlessly.

Those dark eyes were as dark as if on fire.

Song Wanwan tried hard to recall, they had no interactions before, right?

"Tell me the truth, when did you start targeting me? Huh?" Song Wanwan took a long stride and sat directly on him, one of her small hands grabbing his tie.

The man who was dressed neatly in a suit just now now had his tie torn loose. The dishevel broke his original coolness and made him look more lustful.

Rong Luchi fell on the sofa, one arm around Song Wanwan's waist, the other hand casually placed on her thigh, with a smile in his eyes, letting the little woman on him threaten him fiercely.

"In the basement garage, I was just curious about who the idiot was who lived in a place like this and drove that little junky car."

"And then?" Song Wanwan tightened the tie in his hand and began to grit his teeth.

"And then I really ran into you, this little fool, in the garage." Rong Luchi said, his smile becoming more and more dazzling.

"Hmm~"

Rong Luchi gently stroked her lower back, but the strength gradually increased.

She hummed, and because she knew what the man meant, she reached out and hugged him, biting his neck.

The bite is not heavy.

She lowered her long eyelashes, glanced at the man's sexy Adam's apple, and bit it again without hesitation.

Rong Luchi couldn't help but groan.

"I thought I was handsome, but I didn't expect you to have your eyes on me for a long time."

Rong Luchi’s smile looked even more beautiful.

But the next second, he took the initiative.

With his strong arm strength, he knocked Song Wanwan down on the sofa with one hand.

All the whispers are between the lips and teeth.

…

The next day, Song Wanwan and Rong Luchi agreed to set off early in the morning to have breakfast with their grandfather and to handle the discharge procedures.

"Grandpa, we're going to try on dresses today. If you want to eat something for lunch, we'll take you there."

The ward was warm and cozy.

Old Master Song is in very energetic condition. Compared to his previous hunched appearance lying on the hospital bed, although he still needs to use a wheelchair, he looks much younger now.

"Okay, let's go to that Oriental Private Kitchen and eat the Sichuan cuisine you loved as a child."

Speaking of this, Song Wanwan glanced at the man next to him.

Then she whispered something in Grandpa Song's ear.

Old Master Song looked at Rong Luchi beside him in surprise: "It turned out to be the property of the Rong family. That's great. From now on, I can go directly to eat whatever I want without having to queue."

"Pfft, Xiaorong, only you, Grandpa, dare to call me that."

Rong Luchi, who is known as Rong Shao, is just Xiao Rong to his grandfather.

This feeling instantly brought me down to earth, as if I had gone from being a domineering CEO to a grandson.

"By the way, I haven't met your parents and family yet. Do you want to have a meal together?" Grandpa Song suggested.