After the car drove out of the road, the dull night suddenly began to be filled with thunder.
A few minutes later, raindrops falling from the sky hit the car windows hard.
Rong Luchi looked out the window quietly, his deep brows and eyes, like a hawk in the dark night, calm and sharp.
The aura is so strong that it is intimidating.
There was silence in the car.
In the room, Song Wanwan and Zhou Mianmian were eating barbecue and drinking wine.
After being happy for half an hour, Song Wanwan felt his eyelids twitching.
Looking at the heavy rain that suddenly started falling outside the window, she suddenly felt a little uneasy.
He just told himself that he had prepared a gift.
Song Wanwan held the phone and didn't bother to look for him. He sent him a message saying that it was raining heavily and asked him to be careful.
With a ding-dong sound, Rong Luchi heard the exclusive notification tone, took out his mobile phone and looked at the caring message on it, and immediately replied: OK, don't worry.
Now that he has concerns, he will naturally be more cautious.
"Baby, what's wrong? Why don't you want to eat?" Zhou Mianmian looked at Song Wanwan with a worried look on his face and asked with concern.
"I can't eat anymore. My stomach feels uncomfortable."
Maybe it was because he was too worried, but Song Wanwan felt a little nauseous.
"Tsk tsk." Zhou Mianmian rolled up a piece of lettuce and meat and put it in her mouth. "People on the internet are talking about husbands and precious daughters. They're the kind of girls who lose their appetite and are absent-minded when their husbands are not around, but are happy like little idiots when their husbands are around. Today I finally saw the real thing."
This aloof beauty turned out to be so delicate after getting married.
Zhou Mianmian was truly eye-opening.
"You'll know when you fall in love." Song Wanwan chatted with Zhou Mianmian, but his eyes were always on the phone screen.
Seeing Rong Luchi’s immediate reply, I gradually felt relieved.
Zhou Mianmian expressed disdain: "A tomboy like me is afraid that such a day will never come."
"I heard that you and Jiang Mo stay up late playing games every day? Huh?" Song Wanwan looked up from the phone, a pair of cat eyes shining with a naughty smile.
Zhou Mianmian's hand that was rolling the barbecue suddenly stopped: "Did Zhou Haoran tell you that?"
"Hmm~" Song Wanwan couldn't eat the meat, so he roasted some corn kernels for himself and ate them on the sofa. "Jiang Mo looks quite a playboy, but I've found out for you that he's a very upright person. He just has a little sister who's a bit of a troublemaker."
"He has a younger sister." Zhou Mianmian originally wanted to act indifferent, but after hearing this, she couldn't help but become curious.
A wealthy family like theirs is definitely not someone to be trifled with.
Thinking of this, Zhou Mianmian couldn't help but shake her shoulders.
"Well, Jiang Mo looks like a dandy boy on the surface, but think about it, he can always stay with Rong Luchi and Gu Xingzhi. Is he simple?"
"Whether he is simple or complicated is none of my business." Zhou Mianmian ignored her and ate her barbecue.
"If you don't eat it, I'll eat it all."
"Well, I just need some vegetables and fruits."
Song Wanwan didn't even dare to drink champagne.
She didn't have any stomach problems, but she suddenly lost her appetite and she was a little suspicious that she had been infected.
After all, since they have had sex, it is better to be cautious.
"Let's not talk about this. Last time, your proposal scene was ruined. When will we make up another one for you, or get married directly?"
"I went to see my grandpa a couple of days ago. After receiving treatment from a reputable doctor, he can now speak complete sentences and is getting better and better. I plan to hold the wedding once he gets better."
Song Wanwan’s biggest wish is that her grandfather will send her off to get married after she is discharged from the hospital.
"Okay, that's great. What about the Rong family? What's their response? Will the wedding be a grand affair or something? They're a wealthy family after all. Hey, have you met Rong Luchi's parents?"
Zhou Mianmian was also very concerned about the situation of her younger sisters and asked several questions at once.
"Well... this question is a bit complicated. He doesn't seem to get along well with his parents. It should be a small wedding then." Song Wanwan said calmly.
When Zhou Mianmian heard this, her hands that were wrapping lettuce paused. She looked up at Song Wanwan and nodded, "You're lucky enough to be married to the one you love. You don't have to worry too much about the rest. Darling, your blessings are yet to come."
After hearing the last sentence, Song Wanwan chuckled: "I'm borrowing your good words."
The two sisters ate and talked while heavy rain was raging outside the window. Lightning and thunder made the whole world more turbulent.
The car drove into the luxurious, stately and extravagant villa.
Mu Sen parked the car, picked up the umbrella and got out. He bent down to open the back door and held the big umbrella over his head.
Rong Luchi got out of the car with a cold expression. His shiny leather shoes stepped in the rain, and the shoe surface was stained with water droplets. His neatly ironed trouser legs were also wet by the water droplets splashed by the heavy rain.
The cold and solemn atmosphere was made even more solemn by the heavy rain.
Rong Luchi got out of the car, took the umbrella from Mu Sen's hand, and strode inside.
Mu Sen opened another umbrella and followed him.
Zhao Huaran and his wife had been waiting in the living room.
In the huge living room, a giant LCD TV was playing the news, but the couple's faces were gloomy. If someone without strong aura walked into this villa, they would be scared by the low pressure and dare not approach.
Rong Luchi walked up the stairs, handed the long-handled umbrella in his hand to Mu Sen, and walked into the living room of the villa.
The servants of the Rong family had been dismissed long ago. Rong Luchi walked into the living room and sat elegantly on the side sofa next to the main sofa.
Mu Sen stood vigilantly by the door, looking around and waiting.
Zhao Huaran and Rong Sheng did not look as they did when they saw their son in the past. Both of them had serious and unhappy expressions.
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