City of Streamer

Playing with the belt rope of the kimono, he smiled meaningfully: "What if I said, I know the whereabouts of this golden unicorn?"

Rong Jiashang looked back at her with just the right amount of surprise and eagerness, "You know? Where?"

Shiori Hashimoto stretched out Bai Shengsheng's index finger and shook it, "How can you tell it so easily?"

Rong Jiashang calmed down and said, "If it's inconvenient to say, then forget it."

"I really know!" Hashimoto Shiori thought he didn't believe it, and hurriedly emphasized, "Although I don't know if it's the one you're looking for, I've seen a golden unicorn that looks very similar to the one your family is looking for! of!"

"Then where is the golden unicorn you saw?" Rong Jiashang finally became interested, "I want to take a look and see if it's the one my family is looking for."

Hashimoto Shiori glanced at Feng Shizhen's graceful and graceful figure in the distance, gritted his teeth, and said, "My father loves antiques, and there is a golden unicorn in the family that is said to be from the Warring States period. It is for my father's appreciation and appreciation for that thing. I don't think it's a Xibei goods. As for whether it's the one you're looking for, I don't know. "

"It's really a coincidence." Rong Jia looked at Shiori Hashimoto with a half-smile, thoughtfully.

"It's really a coincidence." Hashimoto Shiori said, "You know your father and you can come visit. If you can please your father and do what he likes, he might not be willing to take out those treasures to taste and play with you. At that time, you can take a closer look yourself."

Rong Jiashang nodded and said meaningfully: "Then you still need to say a few more good words for me in front of Ling Zun. I don't know what I can do for you?"

Hashimoto Shiori's eyes were still ruddy from crying, but he smiled brightly and generously: "Jia Shang, with the friendship between you and us, what conditions are there to discuss? I've already said that, if you can't be a lover, you can still be a friend. You know that I always welcome you as a guest."

Rong Jia wanted to say a few more words. A bodyguard of the Rong family hurried over and whispered in his ear: "Eldest young master, there is something wrong with the goods in warehouse No. 7. Master Zhao, please come over."

The No. 7 warehouse stores the most important goods of the Rong family, and there is no room for error.

"Let Ah Qi come over to pick up the young ladies later." Rong Jiashang instructed. He glanced at Feng Shizhen, who was still talking to Rong Fanghua, and nodded to Shiori Hashimoto. He hurriedly left with his men. go.

Shiori Hashimoto was not in a hurry. As a concubine who has been excluded from her family for many years, she is not very familiar with her father's golden unicorn. She only knows that her father thinks it is the baby who saved the life of the descendant. Unless there are special circumstances, her father will definitely not let it go. . But as long as that golden unicorn is what the Rong family wants. She has the bargaining chip to catch Rong Jiashang and respond to Du Lanxin.

As for the poor and sour female teacher who has nothing and only talks a little...

Shiori Hashimoto smiled contemptuously at Feng Shizhen's back.

This woman is not worthy of being an enemy at all.

The two sisters of the Rong family finished their exams in the afternoon, as if they had lifted a heavy burden. Rong Jia didn't come again, and the driver drove to pick him up. The two girls got into the car and fell on Feng Shizhen, as if their bones were taken away.

When she got home, Mrs. Rong saw that the children were working hard, and she didn't ask how they did in the exam. She only asked them to go back and have a good rest, and told the kitchen to make soup.

Feng Shizhen waited for the two girls to leave, and said to Mrs. Rong, "Ma'am, can I take some time for you?"

Mrs. Rong scrutinized her expression and asked, "Is it because you said you would resign a few days ago?"

Feng Shizhen nodded and said, "Fang Lin and Fang Hua have finished their exams today. I asked them on the way back. If nothing else happens, both of them will be admitted. I think my task has been completed and I can leave. ."

Mrs. Rong sat on the sofa and looked at Feng Shizhen who was standing in the corner of the carpet. The young girl wore a simple shirt and skirt, her hair was meticulously tucked behind her head, her brows were beautiful, and she was dignified and generous. This attitude is exactly the same as when she came to the Rong family to apply for a job.

The few months that Feng Shizhen came to the Rong family were almost the most chaotic months for the Rong family. There is Feng Shizhen in each of these events. She seems insignificant, but she is indispensable in the event. But to say it was her intention, it would be too far-fetched. Except that Rong Jiashang did and Feng Shizhen have some confusion, Mrs. Rong couldn't catch the woman's tricks at all.

Mrs. Rong is not a detective either. As a mistress, she still hopes for a peaceful family and prosperity for Pepsi. This woman, Feng Shizhen, is a bit unspeakable. If she is willing to go, Mrs. Rong is happy to see it happen.

So Mrs. Rong sighed: "Our Rong family doesn't have the rules of resigning years ago. It doesn't matter if Miss Feng stays until the new year. There are two little girls in the horizontal and vertical family, and you can read books with you for a few days. ."

Feng Shizhen said: "The owner is kind, and I am very grateful. It's just that my father is not in good health, and it is difficult for my mother to take care of him at home alone. I want to go home as soon as possible to help."

"You are also filial." Mrs. Rong nodded. "In that case, I don't want to keep you any longer. You can take my note to the accountant to settle the wages. When Fanglin and the others make the list, if they pass the exam, the bonus will be given as promised. to your house."

"Thank you madam!" Feng Shizhen bowed, "I think I'll go home tonight, and I won't bother the kitchen to prepare meals for me."

Mrs. Rong, when Feng Shizhen cared about her father, opened a salary slip and asked the old mother to help her pack her luggage. Feng Shizhen said many words of gratitude and praise to Mrs. Rong, which made Mrs. Rong smile, and asked the aunt to give Feng Shizhen a cashmere scarf of her own.

Feng Shizhen went to Xiulou again to say goodbye to Fanglin and Fanghua, but the two girls were exhausted today and fell asleep. She had to write a card and put it on the coffee table in the small salon of Xiulou.

Feng Shizhen didn't have a lot of things, so he barely filled a box and let the waiter carry it down.

Feng Shizhen put on his coat and looked around the empty room.

Wujin sank to the west, the room was dark, and the last gleam of blue sky light came in from the window, and the cool water silence spread in the narrow room.

The window opposite was not lit, and it was almost obliterated by the stormy night. At this drowsy moment, the indescribable loss slowly floated up, making Feng Shizhen feel stuffy in his chest, as if pressing a rock.

The light on the opposite side accompanied her through these short months. It was a rare bright spot in her obscure life, and it was a small boat in the long river that carried her to the other side.

The lamp on the opposite side brought her peace of mind and warmed a piece of land in her heart that would have been permanently frozen.

She was about to say goodbye officially, but she couldn't take one last look at the light before parting.

well...

no good no see.

There were soft footsteps in the corridor behind him.

Feng Shizhen turned around in a hurry.

The second concubine appeared at the door, "Miss Feng, I heard you are leaving?"

The darkness in the room concealed the disappointment in Feng Shizhen's eyes. She nodded, "My work is all done, it's time to go."

"How can you leave?" The second concubine was disappointed. "You have been busy before, and neither of us had time to say a few more words."

"My father's health is not good, I feel uneasy and want to go back earlier." Feng Shizhen smiled.

The second concubine sighed helplessly, "Then I will send it to you."

The two went downstairs and went out the door, walking towards the door side by side.

The sky turned gloomy again, and there were thin raindrops in the wind, floating on the face, bringing a cool feeling.

"Although Miss Feng has only been with our Rong family for three months, it seems like more than half a year has passed." The second concubine said, "It's really happened a lot during this time. Miss is not very polite, and thanks to your tolerance, you don't care about me."

Feng Shizhen said with a smile, "Aunt Sun was pregnant with Liujia before. It's natural for a pregnant woman to have a strange temperament."

The second concubine couldn't help nodding her head and liked this explanation very much, "As for Shaoqing, I blame you. In fact, it's a good thing that she has a friend like you. I really don't have the face to be her sister. Now that I think about it, she's gone. okay."

Feng Shizhen said, "Miss Sun's departure really has nothing to do with me..."

"I know." The second concubine took Feng Shizhen's hand, "Miss Feng, I just ask you one thing. Shaoqing definitely doesn't want to contact me anymore. But I can't help worrying about her. Contact you, please tell her that I have thought about it clearly, and I will support her. But if she encounters difficulties outside, she must not support her alone. She can come back to me for help. I owe her, and I will Want to make up for it. Please!"

The second concubine's expression was earnest and she held Feng Shizhen's hand tightly with trembling hands.

Feng Shizhen couldn't help thinking of his brother's scarf and the warm eyes of his second concubine when she knitted wool. The proud and beautiful young woman when I first met her had become a lot haggard before she knew it, and the eyes of a shrewd philistine settled down. The Sun family seems to be reborn quietly, is it because of Feng Shixun?

"I see." Feng Shizhen whispered, "don't worry."

The second concubine took Feng Shizhen into the car and watched her go away reluctantly.

Feng Shizhen looked back and saw the thin figure of the second concubine standing at the gate, her moon-white skirt fluttering in the wind, like an unwilling soul, but it was still engulfed by the darkness little by little.

The lights outside the window flashed, and a familiar Dodge car passed by and drove towards the gate of Rong's house. And Feng Shizhen's car drove to the intersection and turned to the right.

The second concubine returned to the second floor and was walking towards her door when Rong Jia strode up from behind, carrying a box of Wufangzhai's dim sum in her hand.

"Aunt Sun." Rong Jiashang greeted indifferently, "I bought some snacks for my younger brothers and sisters on the way back, and my mother will bring them to you later."

"Eldest young master has a heart." The second concubine said, her eyes fell on the box in Rong Jia's hand.

Rong Jia didn't hide it, and said, "This is for Mr. Feng."

"Yeah!" said the second concubine embarrassedly, "Miss Feng just left. Did the eldest young master meet her on the way?"

"Go?" Rong Jia just took two steps up the stairs and stopped suddenly, "Where are you going?"

"Go home," said the second concubine. "She said that her father was seriously ill. As soon as he came back, he and his wife resigned. They hurriedly packed their luggage and left..."

The snack box fell to the ground, smashing a corner. Rong Jia's figure was gone on the stairs, only a series of hurried, heavy footsteps full of anger left.

The second concubine hurried to the window and saw the roar of the car engine downstairs disturbing the silent courtyard. A sedan ran aggressively across the grass, leaving a few tire marks, turned its head, and rushed out the gate.

The second concubine was still in shock. She touched her chest and looked at the red light of the taillights. She was both shocked and envious. #####

seventy - seven

Feng Shizhen sat in the back seat thoughtfully, and she didn't care about the rear lights shaking the windows. However, the driver realized that something was wrong and let out a groan in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Feng Shizhen raised his head.

Before the driver could answer, the car behind aggressively chased after them, forcibly forcing them. The driver was so frightened that he hurriedly turned the steering wheel to avoid the impact, but almost rushed to the pole.

The screeching brake sounded. Feng Shizhen was thrown to the side in the back seat, and before he got up, the car door was slammed open.

Cold air poured in. A tall figure blocked the light of the street lamps, and got into the car with a cold air.

"Oh, young master!" The driver broke out in a cold sweat.

"Go away!" Rong Jiashang shouted harshly.

The driver rolled and ran away.

Feng Shizhen looked at Rong Jiashang in horror, and before he could say anything, he pressed his shoulders and pressed him into the seat. The male's thick and warm breath surrounded Feng Shizhen like a tide. As if being scalded by boiling oil, she began to struggle again.

"Let's go anyway?" Rong Jia asked.

"I've resigned and still don't leave, what are you doing?" Feng Shizhen asked rhetorically.

Rong Jia was even more angry: "I wanted to ask you during the day, why did you suddenly resign?"

Feng Shizhen said: "I made it clear during the day. The work task is over, and I miss my parents, why can't I resign? The wife didn't say anything."

"She agreed with you to go, I didn't!" Rong Jia said angrily.

Feng Shizhen couldn't help sneering: "But it was Mrs. Rong who hired me, not you."

"Then I'll hire you now." Rong Jiashang said immediately.

Feng Shizhen laughed and laughed, "Jia Shang, don't you think your words are too childish?"

Rong Jiashang looked at her angrily and said helplessly, "You know I don't want you to leave."

Feng Shizhen was stared at by his dark and wet eyes, and his heart became sour for a while, and the blunt rejection could no longer be spoken.

"You can't act according to your own preferences." Feng Shizhen looked at the dim street lights outside the window, "I have my way to go, so I can't just blindly cooperate with you."

Rong Jia was speechless for a while and said, "You have to leave because of me."

Feng Shizhen sighed.

"Look at me talking!" Rong Jiayi grabbed her wrist and said coldly, "Look at my eyes, Shizhen."

Feng Shizhen finally turned his eyes around, his face was calm, like a wave of unsurprised ancient wells.

"Jia Shang, is it still necessary to ask this question?" Her voice was erratic, like a dandelion that could be blown away with a single breath, "Don't say that if you can't be a lover, you can still be a friend. Obviously neither of us can do it. Since there is no hope in this situation, it is better to cut it off early and find a way to survive. At least, we can still leave a good impression on each other, and we can still smile when we remember it. What's the point of dragging each other to complain and hate each other? "

There was a wet sheen in the two pairs of eyes staring at each other. Rong Jiashang took a deep breath, took Feng Shizhen's hand, and kissed the back of her hand forcefully.

"I will break off with Du Lanxin."

Feng Shizhen's hands trembled slightly.

"I will break off the marriage!" Rong Jiashang said firmly again, staring at Feng Shizhen, "My wife can only be the woman I love deeply. Shizhen, I want to be with you..."

"I can trust your determination." Feng Shizhen said softly, "but you can't do it."

Rong Jia froze all over.

"You can't do it." Feng Shizhen's voice trembled, as if he couldn't hold it any longer, "Your intention is real, I can feel it. But you don't have the ability to fight against your father. Jiashang, you don't have the ability yet. Take control of your own destiny, let alone someone else's. You are the eldest young master of the Rong family, but you are only the eldest young master."

Rong Jiashang said in a hoarse voice: "You think I'm incompetent! Shizhen, I know that I'm still too young and my foundation is shallow. But I'm not the kind of person who promises easily and takes no responsibility. Once I say it, I will definitely Do it. You…”

"Enough!" Feng Shizhen interrupted him, his voice choked, "Rong Jia, why did you bother me in the first place? Why did you bother..."

She couldn't go on.

Rong Jiashang looked at Feng Shizhen in astonishment. Her face was calm and expressionless, but there were crystal tears like broken diamond beads, rolling down drop by drop from her eye sockets, across her smooth cheeks, and down her graceful chin.

And Feng Shizhen stared blankly at the dim yellow light of the car window, unaware that he had already burst into tears. That desolate and helpless posture was completely different from her former strength. It was a woman who finally let go of all her pretense and precautions, confessed her heart, raised her hand to surrender, and admitted that she was already emotional and could not extricate herself.

Feelings like lava spewed out, rolling in his chest. Rong Jiashang stretched out his hand tremblingly, clasped Feng Shizhen's head and took her over, stroking her wet cheek with one hand, his mouth searching for her cold lips, and kissing her fiercely.

Feng Shizhen was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes meekly, and two bean-sized tears rolled down. Searing pressure on lips, teeth pried open, mouth swept and plundered. Rong Jia's kiss was eager and greedy, as if he was going to devour people. Feng Shizhen's submissiveness and kissing back made him even more engaged, and his strong arms hugged people tightly, as if to lock them up.

Feng Shizhen let Rong Jiashang vent his emotions for a while, and while taking advantage of the breath, he suddenly pushed him away, turned and got out of the car.

Rong Jiashang stretched out his hand to pull Feng Shizhen, but instead of holding it, he pulled off the string of Nanhong beads on her wrist. He looked at the string of red beads in his hand, as if holding the blood gushing out of his heart. He panted heavily, shoved the beads, and chased them out.

Feng Shizhen strode forward along the sparsely-traveled street, walking past street lamps, and his eyes were bright for a while, and dim for a while. The cold wind blew away the heat on his body, and also gradually faded the blush on his face. She wiped off the only bit of wetness left on her cheeks, the fascination faded from her eyes, and she regained a calm and rigid look.

A coat with body temperature wrapped around Feng Shizhen's body. Ignoring Feng Shizhen's weak resistance, Rong Jiashang hugged her and left her under a broken street lamp. He was tall and easily hugged Feng Shizhen whole, his face buried between the woman's fragrant neck, his soft lips pressed against the beating pulse, and his canine teeth bit gently. like a wolf. Silently warns the prey that is locked by him, declaring his own ownership.

Feng Shizhen shivered slightly and turned his face away stubbornly.

"I can do what I say, Shizhen." Rong Jiashang's voice was as gentle as hot spring water, gurgling into Feng Shizhen's heart.

"Then what are your plans?" Feng Shizhen said coldly, "Whether you are at home or in the company, it is your master who has the final say. You, the eldest young master, don't have any real power when you say it. You dare to tell Ling Zun directly that you want to marry. me?"

Rong Jia dared not.

In fact, it is not difficult to open this mouth to Rong Dingkun. What I am afraid of is that Rong Dingkun will not embarrass him, but it is troublesome to turn his head and go to find Feng Shizhen. Even if it doesn't bother Feng Shizhen, just telling Feng Shizhen the truth about Wen Chunli is enough to make Feng Shizhen break with Rong Jiashang.

Rong Jia was silent.

Feng Shizhen sneered: "So, how do you want me to trust you?"

Rong Jia thought for a moment, turned Feng Shizhen's body around, looked at her, and said, "Give me some time. If I can't do it now, it doesn't mean I can't do it in the future."

"How much time?" Feng Shizhen asked calmly, "Just treat me as a cold, selfish and realistic woman. After all, it is not easy for a woman to survive in today's world, not to mention that I come from a poor family. Like those women in dramas or movies, they spend their whole lives waiting for men. Jiashang, I'm three or four years older than you."

Rong Jiashang smiled and said, "If you can say something like this, you are the Feng Shizhen I know. I won't waste your time, you don't have to wait for me too long."

Feng Shizhen snorted: "No, Jiashang, you don't understand what I mean: I won't wait for you. I will live my life step by step. You want me, you can find a solution yourself."

Rong Jia slightly changed color. Feng Shizhen stopped talking, bypassed him, and returned to the car.

In the rearview mirror of the driver's seat, the woman's eyes were still a little red, but her eyes were cold and hard.

After a long while, Rong Jia returned to the driver's seat with a gloomy expression. He held the steering wheel, was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "No matter how you think about this, I will keep the promise I gave. Do your best and obey the destiny."

Feng Shizhen looked at him with a complicated expression and said nothing. #####

seventy-eight

Rong Jia drove up the car and took Feng Shizhen back to Feng's house. The car was parked at the entrance of the alley. He carried his luggage and sent Feng Shizhen to the door all the way.

It was dinner time, the aroma of food wafted in the air in the alley, the music of the gramophone, the sound of storytelling on the radio, and the chatter and laughter of every household filled the empty alley, dispelling the deserted and filling the thick The fireworks are warm.

With their own thoughts, the two walked slowly along the alley in silence, and their mood became more and more peaceful in this peace.

At the door of Feng's house, Rong Jia put down his luggage and stared at Feng Shizhen's face through the faint light of the window next door.

"You've worked hard during this time." Rong Jiashang said, "Now go home and have a good rest."

"You also take care." Feng Shizhen's eyes were deep, covering up many secrets that he didn't want to talk about.

Rong Jiashang took a deep look at Feng Shizhen and turned to leave. Feng Shizhen stared at his back blankly, his eyes dimmed.

After walking a few steps, Rong Jiashang suddenly stopped again, and turned back in big strides.

Feng Shizhen didn't even notice the light in his eyes that suddenly lit up again, but his voice trembled a little: "What's wrong?"

"Forgot something." Rong Jia said in a low voice, raised his hand and clasped the back of Feng Shizhen's head, made him lazy, and lowered his head to kiss him.

His lips and teeth rubbed together with heat, and the tip of his tongue teased a numb current. The man was uncharacteristically tough, and his hard and strong body crushed him heavily, lowering Feng Shizhen to the wall. The lips parted for a moment, just took a breath, and sealed it again. The palms stroked down the flexible body all the way, and held the slender waist.

Feng Shizhen vented his energy for a moment, his legs were weak, and he was suppressed by Rong Jiashang. They were hidden in the corner where the lights could not shine, their bodies were entangled, and their breath was messy.

The unfamiliar pleasure is like a huge wave hitting the rock, washing the body and bursting with fireworks at the nerve endings. The kiss was out of control, Feng Shizhen panicked, but he was at a loss. She was trembling, panting like a stranded fish, and her reason turned her back. She wanted to push back, but her hands involuntarily clinged to the man's broad and solid back. She wanted to escape, but her body was as soft as spring mud, completely under the control of the man.

There was a fire burning in the two people's bodies, which made them panic, and they just wanted to hug tighter and kiss deeper.

Rong Jia's tall nose rubbed against Feng Shizhen's slender and white neck, his breath was heavy, like a wolf, sniffing the breath on her body.

The falling kiss had a sharp touch, the sharp canine teeth of a man. Sucking, gnawing at the tender skin repeatedly, the canine teeth grinding all the way on the flesh, as if looking for the most suitable part, so that it can penetrate the skin, penetrate the blood vessels, and bite her lifeline.

Feng Shizhen's body seemed to be soaked in warm water, unable to exert any strength. The corners of his closed eyes were wet, and the suppressed moan in his throat turned into a messy, short gasp.

There was a tingling pain in the neck and collarbone. The man's kiss went all the way down, his hands wandering along his body, from his violently heaving chest all the way to his trembling legs. Rubbing, stroking, almost violent, ignited an indescribable pleasure. Feng Shizhen trembled more and more, biting his lip, and there was a hint of sobbing in the breath that leaked occasionally.

There was a heat current rushing through their bodies, like a manic ghost, eager to vent out. It wasn't until the hard part was fiercely resisted, arousing a strange pleasure, that she woke up in panic, and pushed the person pressing on her body away again.

Rong Jia released his hand, panting in embarrassment, his eyes were red, his breath was hot like steam, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.

Feng Shizhen woke up and felt his face was burning hot. He didn't dare to look directly at Rong Jia, so he turned around and went to push the door.

"Wait!" Rong Jia's voice was hoarse and held her back, "You look like this..."

Feng Shizhen understood, pushed him away fiercely, stood on the other side of the door, and frantically took care of his messy clothes and hair.

Rong Jiashang let out a long sigh of relief, leaned against the wall, and let out a low laugh.

Feng Shizhen glared at him hard, he received it, but the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a bit.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

Feng Shizhen knew what he was asking, and the heat on his face that had receded a little bit rose again.

"I know you like it." Rong Jia put on a hippie smile, copied his hands, and looked at Feng Shizhen with naked provocation in his eyes.

Feng Shizhen rolled his eyes, pulled over the suitcase, and banged the door.

"Who is it?" Mrs. Feng's voice came from inside.

"Mom, it's me." Feng Shizhen responded and gave Rong Jia another wink.

Rong Jiashang took two steps back with a smile, and his figure was completely hidden in the darkness.

"Shizhen, why did you come back suddenly?" Mrs. Feng opened the door and saw her daughter, smiling happily.

"You'll be mine, Sejin."

Feng Shizhen staggered as he walked into the door. Turning to look back, there is no one in the corner.

The next day, the sisters of the Rong family came over for breakfast yawning, only to know that Feng Shizhen had resigned and returned home last night. The two girls were very disappointed, complained for a while, and planned to go to Feng Shizhen for tea after the list was released.

Mrs. Rong also knew a little about Rong Jia's pursuit of Feng Shizhen last night, and she was relieved to see him come back empty-handed later.

Without Feng Shizhen, the Rong family's life was as usual. Mrs. Rong was also worried about Rong Jia's emotions, but now it seems that the eldest young master has a calm expression, and he has no reaction when he hears Feng Shizhen's name being mentioned by his sisters. thing.

Thinking that his son is like his father, he is a merciless man. Talents leave, they are left behind.

Rong Jia ate a plate of raw fried porridge with porridge, put down his chopsticks and got up and said, "I'm going to the company."

Mrs. Rong said: "If you see your father, remember to remind him. Tonight, your third uncle's house will hold a house-warming wine, and our whole family will go. You must also remember to make an appointment with Lan Xin. Has she returned from her hometown? "

Rong Dingkun has been resting at the house of a good courtesan for three days and two ends recently. Mrs. Rong didn't want to call the woman's house to find her husband, so she had to ask her stepson to pass the word.

Rong Jia did not contact Du Lanxin for several days, and was not interested in the whereabouts of this fiancee. But since it has been officially engaged, the appearance has to be enough. So when he got to the office, he personally made a phone call to go to Du's house.

Du Lanxin came to answer the phone in person, her voice was lazy, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

"I brought back a scroll of Su embroidery on the river during the Qingming Festival from Hangzhou, and it's just right to hang it in the study. Isn't your uncle a very elegant pedant? I hope he doesn't dislike it."

Rong Jia raised his eyebrows lightly, "So you went to Hangzhou to play again?"

Du Lanxin was shocked to realize that she had missed her mouth, and smiled hurriedly: "I went to bring it back last time. I have been with my aunt in my hometown for the past few days. Listening to the old man talking about ancient times all day is annoying. By the way, I heard your story. That Mr. Feng was fired?"

Rong Jiashang was taken aback by her, and she couldn't help sneering, "Miss Feng? Fanglin and the others finished their exams, and she resigned. Why, jealous?"

"How could I eat your vinegar?" Du Lanxin smiled maliciously. "I like Miss Feng. She is talented, humble and educated. I also want to ask her to teach our children, Darling."

Rong Jiashang snorted, raised his head, and across the glass window of the office, he was surprised to see Yang Xiucheng walking through the large room outside and walking towards Rong Dingkun's office. When passing the window, Yang Xiucheng took off his hat and greeted Rong Jia.

Rong Jiashang nodded and said into the microphone, "Yang Xiucheng is back. Do you think he is coming back to resign, or continue to work? My father plans to match him and Uncle Zhao's second daughter, who is also in Jinling Women's University. What about college students studying?"

Du Lanxin held the microphone tightly and sneered through gritted teeth, "Even if he takes all the female college students in China and brings them home, it's none of my business. I've invited a friend to watch a movie, so I won't talk to you anymore."

After speaking, he hung up the phone ruthlessly. #####

seventy-nine

Rong Dingkun looked at the young man standing in front of him, and patted the other person's shoulder with a loving smile.

"It's right to give you a vacation. You look better now than before, and you seem to have gained a little weight, don't you?"

Yang Xiucheng and Du Lanxin spent more than a week hanging out in Hangzhou. They visited the lake during the day and visited temples during the day. He has lived for more than 20 years, and this is the first time he is so willful and carefree. He just feels extremely exciting, and his life is like a dream.

At this moment, he stood in front of Rong Dingkun, looking at the hypocritical and obscure face of the elder in front of him, a disgust appeared from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you uncle for understanding me." Yang Xiucheng smiled respectfully, "I have thought about a lot of things during these days in Hangzhou, and I have become more and more aware of my uncle's painstaking efforts. Uncle, you are right, but you are a vain and vain person. Woman, how can we separate so many years of family affection? Uncle, I still want to continue to work with you, and I hope you can continue to teach me."

Rong Dingkun nodded with great satisfaction, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were full of smiles.

"If you think so, I can rest assured. Uncle will not treat you badly, and Jiashang still needs your guidance and guidance. Don't worry, the Rong family never treats heroes badly!"

Yang Xiucheng's heart was beating fiercely, and he lowered his eyes to avoid Rong Dingkun's sharp gaze.

Rong Dingkun called Rong Jiashang in, pointed at Yang Xiucheng and said, "You will discuss with Xiucheng about the import and export company in the future. Learn from him and be humble."

Rong Jia responded with a sip, and asked Yang Xiucheng with a smile, "Cousin, did you have a good time in Hangzhou?"

Yang Xiucheng's heart skipped a beat, and he said calmly, "It's okay, but it's a little cold. Uncle, I've left a lot of work behind, and I have to catch up, so I'll go back to the office."

Rong Dingkun nodded kindly, and when Yang Xiucheng left the office, the smile on his face was as if he had encountered the cold air from the south.

Rong Jiashang watched the process of his father's face change calmly, thinking that Yang Xiucheng might have the same face outside the door, and even thought the play was absurd.

"He said he wanted to come back and continue to do it." Rong Dingkun took out his cigarette holder, "The man who followed him said that he met a woman in Hangzhou, and the two had been together for several days."

"What woman?" Rong Jia suddenly had a strange premonition.

"I don't know where the courtesan came from." Rong Dingkun said, "Yang Xiucheng is very alert, that person dare not follow too closely. This child is the one I grew up with and is smart enough. What he knows, maybe You know more than you know."

Rong Jiashang said coldly: "Does Dad think that loyalty must be truly loyal? I think that there is no absolute loyalty in the world, it only depends on whether the temptation is big enough. If Dad can really give cousin Xiucheng enough benefits , he will naturally give up on you."

Rong Dingkun held his cigarette and said coldly, "What else does he want? He's just my cousin, not my own son. You speak generously, as if this family business has nothing to do with you in the future."

Rong Jia shrugged, "If Dad still can't trust him, he should make a decision earlier. But he has served you for so many years, and he has done a lot for you. This time, it was your fault first. Be merciful and don't hurt his life."

"Are you here to make a fool of yourself?" Rong Dingkun waved his hand impatiently, "Forget it, it's not enough to deal with him. You should find an opportunity to visit Hashimoto's house as soon as possible to see their gold Isn't the unicorn what we're looking for?"

"What if it is?" Rong Jia asked, "Hashimoto Saburo was terrified of that golden unicorn baby, and I'm afraid he won't let it out."

"If the price is enough, the conscience can be sold, let alone a golden lump?" Rong Dingkun sneered, "I think the Hashimoto family also intends to develop the transportation line in Nanyang, and there will be a lot of cooperation with our family. Miss Hashimoto San I have known you from the beginning, and I can communicate more in the future."

Rong Jiashang could understand the hints in his father's words. The old lover has a three-point love, if the golden unicorn is really what the Rong family is looking for, it must be useful to Hashimoto Shiori. It's not that Rong Dingkun has never done the kind of coaxing a girl to steal her own treasure and give it to a man, and he probably hopes that his son can inherit his mantle in this regard.

Rong Jiashang had no interest in this, nor did he break it, but responded to the doctor with a half-smiling smile.

A shrewd person like Rong Dingkun could not see the irony in his son's eyes. He was furious, and he couldn't say it clearly, so he had to say fiercely: "You are still too young. You must know that the tough is easy to break, and the kindness is undefeated. Don't be too stubborn."

Rong Jiashang didn't bother to argue with his father, so he just nodded.

Rong Dingkun lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and his tense expression gradually eased.

"I heard that Mrs. Feng has fired Mrs. Feng?"

"She resigned herself." Rong Jiashang said, "It seems that her father is seriously ill again, and she is in a hurry to go home."

"It's okay to go." Rong Dingkun said, "This woman is very evil. Since she came to our house, how many things have happened in the family, but it has nothing to do with her after careful study. If she is not innocent, then she is shrewd and slick. She looks like a loach. Since she can't get hold of her, she should have been sent away long ago. You investigated her later, did you find anything wrong?"

Rong Jiashang said: "At present, it seems that there is no problem."

"Then put this person down and concentrate on doing things well in the company." Rong Dingkun said, "You have been doing very well in the company recently. Several uncles have praised me over and over again, saying that you are young, but He is prudent and humble in his work. Your Uncle Zhao is too old, and sometimes you don't take care of everything. The fire in the No. 7 warehouse this time is due to his negligence. You will also help him manage the future goods. Get up. Several routes to the south have been controlled by him for many years, and it is time to take them back."

"Uncle Zhao probably won't be happy." Rong Jia said.

Rong Dingkun snorted: "So, it depends on how you turn around. If you can easily take over the money from the elders, what else do I train you to do?"

"Dad said yes." Rong Jia bowed, "I won't let you down."

"Let's go." Rong Dingkun looked at the clock, "Didn't I go to your third uncle's house for a warm house banquet today?"

"The appointment is seven o'clock." Rong Jiashang picked up the coat very filially and helped his father put it on. "I'll pick up Lan Xin later."

"Use more snacks for Lan Xinshang." Rong Dingkun urged, "Don't screw up such a good marriage."

Rong Jia went to Du's mansion to pick up Du Lanxin, and went back to Rong's house first. The Rong family drove three cars and headed for the Tang family's new house in a mighty manner.

Rong Jiashang and Du Lanxin have always given each other face in front of people, and are affectionate and affectionate, like a pair of lovers who are deeply in love. Only this time, both of them were a little absent-minded.

Rong Jiashang found that Du Lanxin had changed a bit after returning from Hangzhou, she was a little sluggish, her eyes were a little more soft and beautiful, and she was less sophisticated.

The chefs hired by the Tang family were of average skill, and the meal was finished in a boring social chat. Everyone sat in the study for a while, listening to the girls playing the piano and singing, and then the family got up and said goodbye.

Rong Jia has a beginning and an end, and drives Du Lanxin home.

The night in the concession always has a splendid singing and dancing like a stage play. Street lights and neon lights swiftly backed past the window, like a warbler passing through the dark night. The lit windows are like lattices embedded in the black screen, bright and lonely, instead of the stars decorating the night sky.

The two were speechless until Du Lanxin spoke coldly and said, "I don't want to go home yet. Take me to the Licha Hotel."

Rong Jia glanced at her and turned the car around silently.

Du Lanxin looked at him sideways and smiled charmingly: "Come with me? My friend has a poker game over there. I know you play bridge well, but you keep it hidden."

"No." Rong Jia