It was that night that he not only learned that Ning Yuan and Rong Zhaonan's marriage was just a temporary solution, and that the two of them were not married.
And she also knew that her grandparents were worried that Rong Zhaonan would end up with Ning Yuan sooner or later when he started to go on long business trips.
They were even worried that they, the big white goose poaching, would snatch Ning Yuan away.
He was so embarrassed in the toilet that he could squeeze out of three rooms and one living room with his toes. Does he look so immoral?
Ning Yuan didn't know what to say for a moment. Ou Minglang left after borrowing the toilet that time. She didn't even know there was such a thing.
Occasionally, Ou Minglang would look at her with a look of sympathy, which was weird.
I bet he really sympathized with her and wanted to become a divorced woman?
"Why are you worrying about something that I don't even worry about!" Ning Yuan waved her hands indifferently.
She doesn't plan to work in any unit and make a living on her own.
I don't care that divorced women these days have a bad style, which will affect the selection of good units and good positions.
Ou Minglang didn't care that Ning Yuan became a divorced woman. Hearing that she didn't take it to heart made him feel relieved.
Ou Minglang said seriously: "I swear to Marx on my own behalf that I will help you keep the secret!"
Listening to the 19-year-old boy's serious and innocent vows, Ning Yuan felt a little warm in her heart.
This era has its innocent and clean hearts.
While they were talking, they had already arrived at the entrance of Ning Yuan's small yard. Ou Minglang jumped off the tricycle: "We're here!"
Ning Yuan was about to take over the car when a big hand suddenly reached out and pressed on the handlebar of the tricycle and took the car over.
Rong Zhaonan's tall figure also stood between the two of them. He looked at Ou Minglang coldly: "Thank you for sending Xiao Ning back. It's time for you to go, classmate Ou."
Ou Minglang looked at him, twitching the corners of his lips, and suddenly jumped up like a basketball, tilting his head towards Ning Yuan: "See you at school tomorrow, hey!"
After saying that, he carried his backpack and ran away.
Ning Yuan looked at half of Ou Minglang's face emerging from Rong Zhaonan's shoulder. She was shocked for a few seconds and almost laughed out loud.
This guy is very brave!
"It's interesting, isn't it? Am I like the kind of parent who blocks a boy from dating a little girl?" A cold voice sounded above Ning Yuan's head.
As soon as Ning Yuan raised her head, she met a pair of dark and cold auspicious eyes. She couldn't help but suffocated: "No...it's not..."
Looking at the girl in front of him who seemed to have been caught talking to the boy he loved, Rong Zhaonan's delicate lips curved in a sharp arc: "Go back to the room, I have something to say."
After closing the door to teach his wife, it seems that his little wife really needs to be taken care of.
Ning Yuan didn't know why, but looking at his oppressive eyes, she felt fear in her heart: "I don't...that, I still have to clean up."
…
"You don't need to clean up anything. Grandma Xia and Mr. Tang will help." Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes.
The tips of his hair were slightly damp, and he had the fresh and familiar scent of soap just after taking a shower. It was a smell that she was very familiar with, and it always made her feel safe in the past.
But the danger in his body at this moment made Ning Yuan feel inexplicably scared, just like the feeling of being stared at by a wolf in the mountains.
She laughed dryly: "No...it's not...they are older, this is not good."
After saying that, she turned around and ran into the yard.
She didn't even know why she was running. She just subconsciously wanted to stay away from the man in front of her, otherwise something she was afraid of would happen.
But the next moment, she suddenly felt weightless——
She was picked up directly by Rong Zhaonan, carried on his shoulders, and strode into the room.
"Rong...ahem...Rong Zhaonan...let me down...grandpa...grandma..." Ning Yuan was so dizzy that she couldn't scream even if she was being carried upside down.
When she opened her mouth, she choked on her own saliva and coughed. She couldn't even cry out for help!
He must have done it on purpose!
After entering the room, Rong Zhaonan threw her directly on the bed, and then locked the door neatly with his backhand.
Although she said she was thrown on the bed, Ning Yuan didn't feel any obvious pain from the fall.
only……
Hearing the crisp "click" sound of locking, she was startled and looked up at Rong Zhaonan: "You...why did you lock the door?"
The man raised his dark eyes, loosened the cufflinks of his white shirt, and walked towards her.
This posture sounds better like a hunter elegantly holding a knife towards his prey.
The ugly part is like Hannibal, the cannibal doctor decades later, walking towards his "snack" with a scalpel in hand.
"You... you... you... stand there and talk!" Ning Yuan jumped back instinctively.
She suddenly jumped to the corner of the window and realized-how could she jump so far on the bed?
Hey, guess what?
That's of course because the two beds were pushed together at some point and became wider...
Ning Yuan broke into a cold sweat at that time. She was not an innocent girl. She didn't smell something wrong at this time. Wasn't she just pretending?
"What did you say?" The handsome 'butcher' smiled, rolled up his other sleeve, and walked towards his rabbit.
"Speaking humanly, don't be like this, I'm scared!" Ning Yuan shouted at him, grabbing the quilts of two people and using them as a temporary obstacle in front of her.
Although she also knew that it would have no effect, it was better than nothing.
Rong Zhaonan stopped by the bed and said slowly, "Ning Yuan, you are my woman, and I have no plans to divorce."
Ning Yuan was stunned. This was the first time she heard him say that.
"Are you okay? That's not what you said at first!" Ning Yuan couldn't help raising her voice.
Rong Zhaonan stood there, his strong, slender and explosive forearms casually inserted into his trouser pockets, looking at her condescendingly, like an interrogator——
"If you didn't kiss, hug, and touch me, you should really go as planned."
Ning Yuan's eyes widened subconsciously: "When did I...what..."
Halfway through her words, Ning Yuan suffocated under his cold and oppressive interrogating gaze.
This was the first time that she intuitively felt the pressure on him, like a physical blade, which was really overwhelming.
Ning Yuan hugged the pillow and looked away anxiously: "Then... those were all accidents, just one, two, three... times!"
She forgot that most people in this era are still very conservative when it comes to relationships between men and women.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes: "Well, how many more times do you want it?"
Ning Yuan was a little anxious and tried to explain: "No, I didn't mean that, but it's not true..."
"I don't know where you got your Westernized and depraved thoughts, but I'm not as casual as you." Rong Zhaonan interrupted her coldly.
Ning Yuan froze and blushed: "I didn't do it casually, but for your own good..."
"The discussion is over. You don't have enough reasons to convince me, Ning Yuan." Rong Zhaonan looked down at the watch on his wrist and said calmly.
Ning Yuan was stunned for a moment and had not yet reacted: "What..."
The tall and cold figure in front of him suddenly put one knee on the edge of the bed.
Before she could react, she had been grabbed out from behind the quilt and pushed directly onto the bed.
The man's slender, calloused fingers clasped her shoulders and chin, pressing her into the soft quilt.
The next moment, her small lips were severely blocked by the man's cold thin lips.
