The Supreme Abandoned Daughter of the Mad Doctor

Chapter 253 I'm scared to pee after being calculated (6)
Well, Jing Rong really thought too much, he just said a word, and you know his rhetoric?
Jing Rong said with a cold face, "I am Rong Rong's family."

While speaking, he still looked at Gu Yunxiu with scrutiny.

Gu Yunxiu smiled faintly, looked at Hua Weirong, "Going out?"

Hua Weirong nodded lightly.

"Have fun."

After finishing speaking, Gu Yunxiu went downstairs first!
Jing Rong: "..."

This feeling of treating people as enemies, but being ignored by others, is really bad!

Jing Rong felt a little aggrieved, could it be that he was thinking wrong?
But how is it possible!

Anyone, no matter men or women, as long as they see Rong Rong, there is no one who is not inferior, and no one wants to think about things. He really doesn't believe that the professor is a person with a pure heart and asceticism.

If he is pure-hearted and ascetic, where did his daughter come from?

Oh, right!
Jing Rong almost forgot that this returnee professor was still a father with a daughter on his stomach.

Originally, he thought that the professor was getting old, and maybe the professor's wife had passed away, so he would take his daughter alone.Now it seems that this man must have messed with his relationship and was kicked out by his ex-wife, so he can only live alone with his daughter.

Seeing Rong Rong now, he is definitely dreaming again!
Jing Rong coughed lightly, "Rong Rong, this professor, does he have a daughter?"

Hua Weirong hummed, "Ten years old."

Jing Rong immediately said, "Ten years old? The professor doesn't look very old, he has such a big daughter! This kind of person is irresponsible, he gave birth to a child at a young age, but he is still a child Well. Then I couldn’t live with the child’s mother anymore, so we broke up and let the child live in a single-parent family since childhood.”

Hua Weirong was a little puzzled, what happened to Jing Rong?
She clearly felt that Jing Rong's mood was not right.

"His daughter's name is Du Yuan'er." Hua Weirong said lightly.

Jing Rong nodded, "The child is so pitiful."

Hua Weirong looked at Jing Rong suspiciously again, Jing Rong was really out of order tonight, and his reaction was too slow.

Hua Weirong hesitated, "Have you never heard of the name Du Yuan'er?"

Jing Rong frowned, "Huh?"

Hua Weirong raised his forehead, "Jing Rong, your XX team hasn't kicked you out yet, it's really..."

Jing Rong was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes widened, and he suddenly realized, "Du Yuan'er, the girl you mentioned is the daughter of the former head of Hongmen, the one who suffered from chronic illness?"

Hua Weirong nodded, "Otherwise there are so many Du Yuan'er."

Jing Rong's face became even uglier, "Then how did Du Yuan'er become the daughter of this professor?"

"Perhaps it is more convenient to arrange such an identity."

"Then what's the purpose of the professor's return to China!" Jing Rong's brows became tighter and tighter, "Could it be to treat Du Yuan'er?"

Hua Weirong nodded again, "That's right."

Jing Rong's brain has fully recovered to normal operation now, he looked at Hua Weirong with some hesitation, "He...couldn't have come to you to treat Du Yuan'er."

Hua Weirong raised his eyebrows, "Aside from me, who else can cure it?"

Jing Rong, "..."

Along the way, Jing Rong's emotions were a little strange, but Hua Weirong didn't think much about it.

After dinner, Jing Rong directly took Hua Weirong to a mysterious place.

It's mysterious because ordinary people can't get in here, but it doesn't look much different from ordinary small villas.

Jing Rong showed his ID card and walked in with a small smile on his face.

The small villas are beautifully maintained, with various green plants everywhere.An old man in his 60s was watering the flowers and plants.

"Old Yuan, I brought Rong Rong here." Jing Rong stood a few steps away from the old man.

The old man turned around with the water pot in his hand, smiled, "You two sit down first, and wait until I finish watering this pot of flowers."

Hua Weirong was a little strange, but he didn't say anything.

You know, it's noon now. Although these flowers are not directly exposed to the sun, the temperature is very high at noon, so it's really not a good time to water the flowers.

The old man has raised so many flowers and plants, so he must not fail to understand this truth.

Then his actions had no deep meaning.

Hua Weirong and Jing Rong didn't sit down, they just stood by and watched the old man finish watering the flowers and put down the kettle.

A guard at the side immediately handed over a wet towel, the old man wiped his hands, walked to the side and sat down on the rattan chair, motioning for Jing Rong to sit with Hua Weirong.

After they all sat down, the old man smiled slightly and looked at Hua Weirong, "What a girl that makes people forget the world."

Hua Weirong nodded and didn't say much.

The old man's eyes were kind, although there was some scrutiny, but considering his status as a superior, this kind of scrutiny was normal.

The old man smiled, "Can you write calligraphy?"

Hua Weirong nodded, "Yes."

The old man waved his hand immediately, "Bring me my pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Immediately, that reverence quickly ran back to the hut, and soon brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Write a few words, I'll take a look." The old man said with a smile.

The guards had already put the paper away, and the paperweight was holding it down. At the same time, the ink had been ground, and there was still a brush beside it.

Hua smiled, "Do you have any favorite words?"

The old man thought for a while, "Xia."

Hua Weirong nodded, holding the pen in one hand, dipped in ink, and put the other hand on his stomach, holding down his skirt to prevent ink from getting on.

Just looking at the posture of her pen, the old man knew that Hua Weirong's handwriting was quite good.

Then, her wrist started to move.

Without the slightest deliberation, everything is as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water.

Soon, a few large characters appeared on the paper.

"The great hero is for the country and the people!"

Hua Weirong wrote these eight characters, very simple, because she knew that this was what the old man wanted from her.

The old man clapped his hands immediately after seeing the painting of Weirong, "Okay, good calligraphy! It is true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the blue is better than the blue! I will give this calligraphy to my old man, how about it?"

Hua Weirong nodded, "It's an honor."

The two nodded tacitly, looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent.

Jing Rong also knew that this meeting ended perfectly.

The old man kept Hua Weirong again, and after playing a game of chess, he seemed to have regarded Hua Weirong as a friendship.He even told Hua Weirong to come play chess and write with him whenever he has time!

Hua Weirong nodded noncommittally.

(End of this chapter)