The heavy rain turned into light rain after two hours.
The whole city gradually returned to calm from the storm.
Song Wanwan was only about 70% full, and Zhou Mianmian took the rest.
The champagne was not enough for her, so she drank half a bottle of wine herself.
The wine was sweet and had a strong aftertaste.
Song Wanwan helped the drunkard to the bed to rest, tidied up, and then waited on the sofa for Rong Luchi to come home.
Holding my phone, I always want to send him a message, but I’m afraid that he’ll be busy and it will distract him.
Until the doorbell rang.
Song Wanwan immediately looked towards the door smartly.
She quickly got off the sofa and leaned over to look through the peephole.
The next second, she opened the door, threw herself into his arms, put her arms around his neck, and held him close.
"Husband, you're back."
Rong Lvchi put his arm around her waist and kissed her rosy, plump lips: "Hmm."
She didn’t know if it was Song Wanwan’s illusion, but she felt that the man looked a little tired, and even when he was smiling gently, there was a hint of dejection in his expression.
I don't know if she was wrong.
"Have you had dinner?" Song Wanwan climbed directly onto him like a koala.
Rong Luchi carried her body and walked into the room.
"Miss Zhou has returned?"
"No, I was drunk and fell asleep."
"Yeah." Rong Luchi closed the door, hugged Song Wanwan tightly, and buried his head in her hair.
Very close and very hard, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
Song Wanwan let her hold him.
"What's wrong? Huh?"
Why does it feel like this man has turned from a cool and domineering CEO into a melancholy handsome guy after going out?
"Wanwan, you are the only one I have."
When Song Wanwan heard this, her eyes were slightly startled, and she hugged him tighter: "I will always be with you. It's not that I want to, but that I will."
Rong Luchi chuckled and responded.
He can too.
"Are you hungry? I'll grill some barbecue for you."
"I want to eat egg noodles." Rong Luchi said his request gently in his ear.
"Do you like egg noodles?"
"Well, grandma only knows how to cook noodles. Egg noodles are the best. I love them."
Song Wanwan reached out and rubbed his hair, very doting: "Okay, I'll cook egg noodles for you, add meat and two eggs, and I will spoil you in the future."
That domineering and arrogant tone warmed Rong Luchi's cold heart.
After his grandparents passed away, he became like a robot, cold-blooded and emotionless.
Fortunately I met her.
That unique warmth made him flesh and blood and soft.
"Okay, thank you, my wife, for your exclusive love."
"Yeah, but you have to stay with me."
"Okay." Rong Luchi kissed her hair and walked towards the kitchen with her in his arms lovingly.
His arms were very strong and he held Song Wanwan effortlessly.
Fortunately, Zhou Mianmian was drunk and unconscious, otherwise she would have been choked by the dog food when she saw the couple being so affectionate.
Rong Luchi carried Song Wanwan into the kitchen and put her down. He did not leave, but stood behind her, watching her cook for him.
The kitchen is full of the smell of fireworks, but is also filled with romance and affection.
While the noodles were cooking, Song Wanwan turned around and hugged his waist.
The question "Where did you go today" was on the tip of my tongue but I didn't say it.
"I was worried about you, but I didn't dare disturb you, so I called grandpa. He speaks much more clearly now, and we talked for a long time. I'm so happy."
"Then I'll go with you to see him tomorrow?"
"Well, Uncle Zhao said that Grandpa has moved to a separate ward. There are also a lot of bodyguards guarding him. Is that your order?"
"Yes, that place is quiet and has a good environment. It's right next to the inpatient department. It used to be a small warehouse, and I had it renovated so that Grandpa can be isolated and cared for separately. It's safer."
Song Wanwan nodded.
After all, there was an incident before where a patient pushed her grandfather down and injured him, so she was still quite scared.
Anyone who can tamper with the private hospital under the Rong family must be someone within the Rong family.
Considering Zhao Huaran's hostility towards him, Song Wanwan was still quite scared.
The powerful and wealthy cannot be shaken by ordinary people, but she is lucky to have the protection of Rong Luchi.
"Let's go visit Grandpa tomorrow, and then we can have a family wedding, okay?"
"Okay, okay!" Song Wanwan raised her eyes and looked at the man's affectionate eyes.
"The noodles are ready." Rong Luchi said, pulled Song Wanwan behind him, and went to turn off the fire.
That kind of careful care really touched Song Wanwan's heart.
She had agreed to cook noodles for him, but later Rong Luchi did it himself.
Song Wanwan cooked a serving for two. After the noodles were ready, he skillfully fried four eggs.
It is said that serious men are the most handsome, let alone a man of noble status and a good family man.
Song Wanwan opened the French window and grilled some meat for Rong Luchi.
The two had a warm dinner together. While Rong Luchi was cleaning up, Song Wanwan left a note for Zhou Mianmian on the bedside.
She knew this guy, who slept through the night after getting drunk.
"Let's go, let's go sleep across the street. This place is for Mianmian."
"Okay." Rong Luchi left a night light on and took Song Wanwan back to the other side.
"I'll ask Jiang Mo to bring an extra portion of breakfast tomorrow."
As soon as the door closed, Rong Luchi hugged Song Wanwan and went into the bathroom.
"bath."
"Together?" Seeing that his expression had softened and the coldness he had seen when he opened the door just now was gone, Song Wanwan also started to joke.
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