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

In the dark corner, Rong Shen frowned, looked at her bright pupils, turned away his eyes, and just calmly replied, "because of Nie Yun."

"She's not... An ordinary person, is she?" Ji Wuyou intuitively has a strong sixth sense.

"It's not a normal person." Rong Shen turned his eyes and tried to move his arm.

But in the end, he chose to give up.

Outside this pit on the central stage.

The dust was heavy and Jin Yi was anxiously carrying stones. A group of people behind him found the tools they needed at the first time of the collapse.

"Lord Rong!" Rong Keshen raised his hand to raise the dust through the gap between the two stones, bent down and shouted to the pit, "Lord Rong, Miss worry free, how are you?"

Rong Keshen's cough and Jin Yi's voice came down. Ji Wuyou felt that Rong Shenxing's hot breath hit her neck, bit by bit, stirring her left atrium.

The distance between two people is so close.

So close that she could hear his heartbeat, but she was not sure whether her heart was beating wildly.

"It's all right, we're all right! Third uncle saved me!"

Before Rong Shenxing spoke, Ji Wuyou spoke first.

Trying to ease the quiet embarrassment.

After hearing the response from the bottom, Rong Ke Shen seemed relieved and hurried to pull Jin Yi: "come on, they're all fine."

"You guys, come here together and be careful of these gravel." Jin Yi was also worried, but he could always control his emotions and keep them from showing.

It is not disorderly in the face of danger, but it is as hard as ice.

I don't know how long time has passed. When everyone pushes away the gravel, they hold their breath and listen to the sound of the fine gravel. Rong Keshen and Jin Yi work hard with others.

When the audience of the whole stadium tried their best to squeeze out, she planed the two people out. When the stones were removed from Ji Wuyou's legs, she felt a burst of relaxation.

But in a trance, I heard the deep line of capacity pressed on her.

"Third uncle?"

"... nothing!"

Rong Shenxing seems to say these two words with his teeth.

But his voice was hoarse, and Ji Wuyou couldn't tell whether it was her illusion.

"Mr. Rong, how are you?" the dusty face was heavy. After the big stone was removed, he hurriedly bent down and asked, looking anxious.

There were big drops of sweat on Rong Shenxing's forehead, which directly hit Ji Wuyou's cheek.

Ji Wuyou only felt that her face was wet, and her left hand inadvertently touched his right arm. A wet touch made her brain tense: "three... Three uncles? Are you bleeding?"

She wouldn't think it was sweat.

Just because of the moment the big stone moved away.

The strong smell of rust fills this narrow space.

This is to save her, this is to save her!

Every time!

Every time it was for her, Rong Shenxing was always hurt.

Ji Wuyou's burning heat that had just disappeared climbed into his eyes again. He was a little pitiful and full of remorse: "it's for me again! It's for me again. Uncle, you can't save me! You can't come and hold me!"

Such words seem to be questioning.

It sounds like questioning Rong Shenxing, but it seems like questioning herself.

Rong Shenxing's eyebrow moved. He didn't know why Ji Wuyou's mood suddenly collapsed. He didn't have much experience. He just moved his hand and gently touched her head with the white light: "you call me third uncle."