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

I saw a tall figure sitting there on the sofa in the suddenly lit room. Because of the light, the scene in front of me was a little hazy. Ji Wuyou also slowed down for a while before he reflected that the people sitting there were deep.

"Third uncle, you're back? Why are you in my room? It's so cold outside. Did you come back after your work? Are you hungry? Do you want me to go down and get you something to eat? Muma has cooked others, but if it's finished, I can help you get quick-frozen dumplings."

The joy at first sight was revealed in her words.

No cover up at all.

When Rong Shenxing came back, she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

The panic before leaving seemed to be such a figure, which precipitated her heart.

Ji Wuyou reached out and pushed the door back. With a gentle sound, the door of the room was closed again.

On a spring night, it was a little cold outside. Ji Wuyou came back from the outside. She seemed as cold as broken ice. She took a coat and put it on. She didn't wear it until she went out. It's really a little late to mend.

Ji Wuyou put the Tumi sleeping in her arms on the bed. Anyway, no one can see the Tumi. After she did all this, she realized that the atmosphere of Rong Shenxing was not quite right.

"Third uncle? What's the matter with you?" Ji Wuyou walked over tentatively, and there was some uncertainty in his words.

She noticed a slight cold in the air, but the faint cold was not so strong.

Rong Shenxing is just sitting on the gray cotton sofa with his back to her and his head on the sofa. The whole person faces the dark night outside the window and even has little breathing.

It is as beautiful as a splash oil painting.

It was not until Ji Wuyou accidentally stepped on the air conditioner remote control on the carpet and made a clear sound that his sculptural eyebrow moved slightly.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, and at this time, Ji Wuyou had come to him.

Caught off guard, the two looked at each other.

The eye color of Rong Shenxing was a little deep, and it fell on him without blinking. It also brought some cool breeze to Ji Wuyou.

“……”

Ji Wuyou coughed, picked up the air conditioner remote control under his feet, threw it aside and rubbed his hair: "uncle, your arm... Still hurts?"

Rong Shenxing narrowed his eyes and didn't answer her question. Instead, he threw out his own topic: "there are many security facilities and anti thief organs at home. Don't walk around so late in the future. Besides, you're not in good health."

The voice of speaking is also flat and light. It seems that there is something, and it seems that there is nothing.

This has to remind Ji Wuyou of what he said with Rong Chengye just now. To be honest, this coincidence happened to her one by one. Now the talent who doesn't doubt her identity is really brainless.

Even though she herself did not know the origin.

Ji Wuyou nodded calmly and sat beside Rong Shenxing: "I will pay attention in the future."

Rong Shenxing said, his army green uniform was at hand, and the scar on his neck was exposed, which was particularly obvious under the light. There is a bulge in his leather boots. Ji Wuyou knows that there is a cold gun lying there.

It is precisely because of this gun that he can pull it out at any time to end anyone who is a threat to him.

Including herself.