Rebirth of Rong Shao

Although Mrs. Zhang's voice was small, Rong Fei and Mrs. Rong could hear it.

Mrs. Rong frowned and was about to turn her head, but Rong Fei pointed to a high-priced tea restaurant nearby and said, "Mom, have afternoon tea. I suddenly want to eat steamed chicken feet and shrimp dumplings."

"Okay, okay!" Mrs. Rong absolutely spoiled her son. When she heard her son wanted to eat, she forgot what Mrs. Zhang said.

Three people entered the tea restaurant. The decoration of this restaurant is elegant and grand. Each table is separated by crystal hanging curtains, which neither seals the guests in private rooms nor makes people feel that there is no privacy.

They chose a position by the window to sit down. Soon the chicken feet and shrimp dumplings came up.

Rong Fei took a few bites and looked relish. Mrs. Rong drank tea slowly, watching her son eat Zhengxiang. Rong Fei put the shrimp dumplings in her bowl, "Mom, why don't you eat them, this shrimp dumplings taste very good."

"Yeah..." Mrs. Rong smiled, even biting the shrimp dumplings very happily, fearing that the happiness in front of her would disappear if she ate too quickly.

Mrs. Zhang took a spoonful of shark fin soup and said disapprovingly: "Rong Fei, as your mother, it must be abalone porridge or white fungus snow clams. Shrimp dumplings and chicken feet are not suitable for her."

"Oh, the dessert that was stewed at home last night was snow clams, and the abalone porridge I ate this morning, my mother said it was a bit tired, so I had some snacks." Rong Fei said in a nice boyish tone, "Aunt Zhang, you also have less Eat some shark fins. Isn’t there a shark protection public service advertisement on TV these days? It will be annoying if Aunt Zhang is photographed by a caring paparazzi that you drink shark fin soup and make a fuss."

Mrs. Rong pursed her mouth and suppressed her smile, and Mrs. Zhang's action of drinking the soup froze there, completely devoid of any interest in drinking it.

At this time, the large LED screen outside the window is playing the New York fashion show. On the screen, a man dressed in a casual khaki suit with an arrogant look is walking towards him. Every time he stepped out, it was a trend, and the swing of his shoulders seemed to knock away the dust in the air.

"Ah, it's An Kaiwen." Mrs. Zhang's eyes were full of appreciation. "Watching his fashion show is a kind of enjoyment. Each piece of clothing is endowed with a different charm. If Su Zhen is the entertainment industry, it will never fade. Elegant, then An Kaiwen is a trend that never falls in the fashion industry."

Rong Fei turned his face to his side, staring blankly at the curve drawn by the striped scarf when An Kaiwen turned around. It was obviously a casual series, but he brought it out of the elite. These two styles are intertwined, which is a collision and an impact.

"Ah—how did I forget," Mrs. Zhang pursed her lips, "The scene of An Kaiwen and you kissing at the airport is also very beautiful!"

Although there was nothing on Rong Fei's face, he was embarrassed in his heart. He had seen that photo, the exaggerated French kiss... I really don't know what Rong Dao was thinking at the time! An Kaiwen is a tough man after all, and I really don't know how that guy kissed him.

"Haha!" Mrs. Rong suddenly laughed and slapped Rong Fei's back vigorously, "This is what I am most proud of for my son! Think about it, who doesn't want An Kaiwen's hot kiss! My son got it easily! Don't you know, I cut all the color pages from the magazine and pasted them in the photo frame as a souvenir!"

"Puff..." Rong Fei almost didn't choke himself to death, the shrimp dumpling choked on his throat so that he didn't choke it out.

Mrs. Zhang opened her mouth slightly and was stunned.

Rong Fei admired his mother very much at this time, and this kind of skill is worthy of his study.

When he returned home at night, Rong Fei stretched his waist and went upstairs to the bedroom. Mrs. Rong stopped him.

"Xiao Fei..."

"Ok?"

"Mom is very happy today, you have been with me all the time." Mrs. Rong smiled slightly, her eyes seemed to hold back tears.

"If you like it, I will accompany you to go shopping for afternoon tea when it's okay."

"I thought you wouldn't forgive me..." Mrs. Rong smiled.

"Forgive what?"

"...I suspected that your father had cheated on that time. When I quarreled with him, I said,'Anyway, my son is yours, not mine. I don't want it during the divorce.'...That was not my intention..." Mrs. Rong swallowed, "I turned my head. I saw you standing on the stairs, looking at me sadly... no matter how I treat you later, you won't forgive me anymore..."

It turned out to be because of this...

"That was when I was a kid, I don't remember it a long time ago." Rong Fei shrugged his shoulders.

"Xiao Fei...you have become different from before."

Rong Fei suddenly became tense, his back stiffened. Mrs. Rong is Rong Fei's mother after all. No matter how bad the relationship is, his son will be found out.

"...I used to be ignorant...but after this car accident I felt..." What do you think? Want to be good to your family? Good for everyone around?

How ridiculous?

In fact, Rong Fei was only jealous of what Rong Dayo possessed. Everything that he didn't care about was precious to Rong Fei.

"I'm just afraid... I'm afraid that you will suddenly change back and become the Rong Fei who ignored me. It's fine now, it's like a dream... So don't change..."

Mrs. Rong's words made Rong Fei's heart start.

"No, you think too much." Rong Fei walked down, hugged Mrs. Rong and patted her on the back, "Good night, Mom. Go to bed early, I have to go to Shengshi tomorrow!"

Yes, tomorrow is Rong Fei's first return to Prosperity Huatian as Rong Shao. He didn't know what he would face, and he didn't know whether he could pass the barrier safely.

Shengshi Huatian bought a 36-story high-rise building, and you can often see young boys and girls holding banners and holding gifts waiting nearby, waiting for their favorite star.

Rong Jin did what he said, and Rong Fei's previous privileges were gone, except for this little black nanny car. It was Wei Zixing who drove.

"Rong Shao, when the role is negotiated this time, you will be able to hire another assistant after you have successfully received the pay for the movie." Wei Zixing's tone was calm. Rong Fei's son as the director of Shengshi only has a nanny car and an agent, which is indeed a bit of a downfall in the eyes of 10,000 people.

"Yeah." Rong Fei replied softly.

Wei Zixing glanced at Rong Fei slantingly, then smiled: "I thought the prince would lose his temper. I didn't expect you to be so peaceful."

"Because I don't have the capital for restlessness." Rong Fei said mockingly. He still remembers himself as a stuntman, at that time he didn't even have the chance to enter the prosperity of Huatian.

"You are wearing too low-key today." Wei Zixing paused. "What I call low-key is that there is no fashion atmosphere at all."

Rong Fei looked down at himself, a light-colored striped shirt, a pair of jeans, completely like a boy next door, not a celebrity at all. No wonder Rong Fei, he had always been a stuntman before, and he never needed gorgeous clothes.

"But it also meets the needs of this play."

After parking the car, Rong Fei followed Wei Zixing and walked into this place that has become a "temple" by the entertainment industry. The fusion of elegance and simplicity and generosity is perfect, and the whole building gives Rong Fei the illusion that he has entered an art gallery. Many handsome men and beauties passed by Rong Fei, and oncoming was Lin Yuwei, the recently popular female singer. It wasn't until she came to Rong Fei that she recognized this "plainly dressed" man.

"Ah... Rong Shao... I'm so sorry! I didn't recognize you just now!" Lin Yuwei is naturally very sorry. It is rumored in the industry that Rong Shao is not very powerful. Anyone who has the slightest neglect or disrespect for him will be one by one. revenge. And the reason why Lin Yuwei became popular is also thanks to the scandal between her and Young Master Rong.

"Nothing." Rong Fei smiled and shook his head, but his heart beat wildly. Lin Yuwei's sweet and clear singing voice, coupled with her unworldly appearance, captured many young people who had just begun to love her. Rong Fei once bought her album and fell into a dream listening to her singing.

Lin Yuwei's shoulder rubbed against Rong Fei's arm, and there was an ambiguous expression in her eyes, "Or I will accompany Rong to have a drink later?"

"Huh?" Rong Fei was a little embarrassed, and some staff members passed by them with no surprise. Wei Zixing stood aside and looked at them both patiently.

"I just hurt my leg, so I'm not suitable for drinking." Rong Fei took a short step back and just hit Wei Zixing. He faintly understood why Lin Yuwei invited herself. Rong Fei didn't have much fun, but he never meant that he was stupid. The reason why Lin Yuwei was able to take the post quickly might really be because of the unspoken rules of Rong Daxiao.

Thinking of this, Rong Fei hated his current body deeply. Lin Yuwei, who used to have a good opinion of her, looked at her cheesy pink lipstick and her half exposed breasts, Rong Fei felt inexplicably overwhelmed by her appetite. Even in this circle, many people are involuntarily involuntarily, let alone Lin Yuwei, a little girl with no backstage, but no matter how Rong Fei understands that he once liked the packaged image, not the real Lin Yuwei. .

The other party was still leaning over, Rong Fei stepped back half a step and bumped into someone.

"Be careful."

"Ah, it turned out to be Mr. Wei! It's really disrespectful!" Lin Yuwei reached out to Wei Zixing, "You are a gold broker."

"Sorry, I'm allergic to perfume." Wei Zixing smiled politely.

Lin Yuwei's face gradually changed, and her hand stiffened there to take it back, either.

"Let's go, Rong Shao, we are going to be late." Wei Zixing patted Rong Fei on the shoulder, and Rong Fei smiled sorryly at Lin Yuwei and followed Wei Zi to the elevator.

A man wandered over and walked side by side with Rong Fei not too far away.

Rong Fei tilted his eyes, his pupils dilated in an instant, and the elegant profile of the other party caught his eye.

The three of them stopped in front of the elevator, Rong Fei remained frozen there, not knowing what to do, while the other party completely regarded him as air.

"It's been a long time, Su Zhen." Wei Zixing waved to the opponent.

Su Zhen smiled lightly, "It's been a long time. Is this the artist you are in charge of?"

"Yes, there is a long way to go." Wei Zixing patted Rong Fei on the shoulder.

The corners of Su Zhen's lips rose, "Good luck."

The meaning of this blessing is self-evident, and it is hoped that Wei Zixing, a well-known gold broker in the industry, will not be ruined in Rong Fei's place.

Rong Fei looked at Su Zhen's face stupidly. He remembered Su Zhen's smile to himself when he was on the set, and even Rong Fei's expression when he was speaking, but it was definitely not the way he is now, and he didn't even bother to give an inch of gaze.

Rong Fei didn't feel the pain, it was more heavy. He understands what kind of image the former young master Rong has shaped in front of everyone, and this image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, including Su Zhen. Rong Fei still remembers the gossip that Young Master Rong proposed to support Su Zhen. Rong Fei knew that he was in Su Zhen's heart, but he was afraid that the mud under his feet was not as good as that.

The elevator door opened, and Rong Fei took his own steps until Su Zhen had stepped into the elevator.

Su Zhen stood behind him, leaning lightly against the wall, without saying anything, but with such a strong sense of existence.