Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Wang Zhan heard the call and hurried over.

"What's the matter? Isn't the Lord discussing business with Boss Zhao?" he asked.

"Xiao Wang is in charge, I have derailed!" The bodyguard answered the question, his eyes could not hide his excitement.

"What?!" Wang Zhan was surprised.

The other bodyguard was also excited: "As expected of our Lord Rong, we derailed as the president's son-in-law!"

"What nonsense!" Wang Zhan raised his hand to cut their heads!

"It's true!" said the bodyguard vowing, "Master Rong hugged the woman directly into the house, and he hasn't come out yet!"

Wang Zhan thought in his heart: It doesn't make sense... The woman who waited so eagerly for so many years and tried her best to get it, she has only been married for a few months, so she's tired of it? This is impossible!

Wang Zhan subconsciously leaned close to the office door and listened.

"Little Wang is in charge, I can't hear you!" the bodyguard reminded.

Murong Cheng's office is fireproof and explosion-proof, and soundproofing is first-rate. It is impossible to eavesdrop.

Wang Zhan naturally knew that he retracted his neck and thought about things before and after, but still felt wrong, raised his eyes and glanced at the bodyguard at the door, and said suspiciously, "It was the two of you last time?"

The bodyguards were puzzled.

What last time?

Wang Zhan’s memory is still fresh: Murong Cheng gave Mu Zi earrings last time...

Is this also a misunderstanding?

Wang Zhan tentatively called Murong Cheng, waited a while, but didn’t get through.

If you don’t answer the phone, there are usually only two possibilities: either you can’t answer, or you don’t want to answer.

Wang Zhan thinks the latter is more likely.

He didn't dare to disturb any more, he put his phone away neatly, and waited at the door.

This wait is more than an hour...

"Little Wang is in charge, don't you really need to knock on the door?" The bodyguard reminded him in a low voice, "In case Mr. Rong waits in a hurry..."

Wang Zhan glanced at him: "You don't understand."

Another bodyguard smiled hippiely: "You explain to us, don't we understand?"

"Understand it by yourself." Wang Zhan snorted coldly, "If you understand, you will be able to take care of it."

At this moment, the door of the office suddenly opened.

Only half opened.

Murong Cheng stood behind the door, his upper body was bare, his skin was strong and strong, and his short wet hair scattered his long eyebrows. He was evil and handsome. Even if he didn't say a word, his whole body was vigorous and frightening.

Wang Zhan hurriedly bowed and said, "Master, are you looking for me?"

"Come here with a set of women's clothing." Murong Cheng said lightly, "You want something that can be worn, don't make any bells and whistles."

Wang Zhan nodded, then asked hesitantly: "The size is..."

Murong Cheng frowned slightly, her eyes suddenly cold and sharp.

Wang Zhan's heart slammed, and he immediately nodded and bowed: "Understand, I will do it now!"

Murong Cheng closed the door impatiently.

Wang Zhan understands, but the bodyguard at the door still doesn't understand, and he grabs Wang Zhan who is about to leave: "Little Wang is in charge, what do you understand?"

"Get it on your own!" Wang Zhan raised his hand and slashed their heads twice! Swearing bad luck in my heart!

There is no doubt that it is righteous!

Of course, the clothes are still in their original size. He asked just now, as if there was nothing to do, no wonder Murong Cheng would be unhappy!

These two **** cheated him again!

Wang Zhan walked swiftly, cursing constantly in his heart, and decided to change the two bodyguards at the door.

...

Murong Cheng closed the door, walked to the table, poured a glass of water, and took a sip.

Looking back at the sofa, the woman's petite body was curled up, covered with his large coat, only revealing a thick black silk and two tender legs.

Murong Cheng walked over, touched her little hand, touched her soft face, how cute she looked, how she liked it.

He held a piece of black hair, thinking it was mine.

Touched the soft pink lips again, thinking this is mine too.

He carefully picked up Mu Zi and let her sleep in his arms, thinking that it was all mine!

Mu Zi was finally awakened by him, opened his eyes mistily, and asked, "Is it dawn?"