Top Spoiled Marriage: Mr Rong's Stepford Wife is a Little Sweet

"Uncle, are you in there? I brought you orange juice." Ji Wuyou knocked on the door gently.

In a short while, a magnetic voice came out: "come in."

Ji Wuyou trimmed her nightdress and her hairstyle under gauze. Fortunately, the nightdress is conservative and has a lot of cloth. It looks like a regular dress, otherwise she doesn't dare to wear it out and walk around.

She opened the door and saw Rong Shenxing standing slender in front of the windowsill, with her back to her and cigarette between her fingertips.

Ji Wuyou's upper and lower lip flaps separated, a little shocked.

Rong Shenxing doesn't smoke, but why is he so skillful now when he puffs and holds a cigarette.

And the burn on her neck. She thought back carefully. He had absolutely no scar in his previous life.

Ji Wuyou accepted his doubts for the time being, walked over skillfully and put the orange juice on the desk in front of Rong Shenxing.

Rong Shenxing didn't look back at her and didn't speak.

"Before... In the ninth theater, thank you, uncle, for saving my life, and thank you for bringing me back and giving me a home." Ji Wuyou stood back and thanked sincerely.

"Well." Rong Shenxing didn't move, and her voice was also gentle.

"Uncle, what's on your mind?"

Rong Shenxing turned back and snuffed out the cigarette butts in the ashtray. The silent and deep pupils shrouded her so deeply. His eyebrows and eyes were strong. When looking at people, people always felt an invisible pressure.

The hands that practice guns all year round have thick fingers, but they are slender and clear.

"You... Besides the necklace, how can you prove that you are Ji Wuyou?"

Is he suspicious of her?

no

I don't think so.

It should be because of Zhong Shuang's or Jin Yi's suggestion, because Jin Yi also tested her under the stairs just now.

Ji Wuyou calmed down: "I have nothing else to prove except the necklace."

"Then how do you want us to be convinced that you are Ji Wuyou?"

Rong Shenxing strode over and sat back in his seat.

Leaning against the back of the chair, he looked up and stared at her face deeply: "Chen Lingshen, the means are extremely cunning. Nowadays, the cosmetic technology is also developed to make people afraid. There are countless female killers under his hands. If it's just a face, I can't tell whether you are at the bottom or not?"

His words were light.

It seems that whether she is Ji Wuyou is not so important to him.

Ji Wuyou stood with a bad taste in his heart.

But had to accept his questioning.

"Third uncle, I'm Ji Wuyou." she didn't show any evidence, so she stood firmly in front of him, "if you doubt I'm not, you can kill me."

Ji Wuyou's back was cold and sweaty, wet her nightdress and crumpled it on her skin.

It was hard, but she couldn't move.

Rong Shen's eyes flashed slightly, and he took them back at the next moment. His gentle complexion showed again: "sorry, I'm kidding you."

Third master Rong, there are two faces in Rongcheng.

Usually, he is as gentle as jade, modest and polite. You can't imagine that he is an iron faced killer on the battlefield.

Ji Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is the dress that can be bought for you by Shen. The banquet tonight is not very important, but the girls are better dressed. It's good to appear in front of the people, one for you." Rong Shenxing pushed a gift box in front of her.