The host of fast transmigration, she floated away

Chapter 806 Substitute the original heroine? 25
Wu Xin took the hair dryer from the side and started to help Rong Yu Shen to dry his hair.

After everything was done, Rong Yuchen went to cook, and Wu Xin sat on the sofa in the hall and read a book.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Wu Xin looked up at the direction of the door, got up, and walked towards the door.

When I opened the door, I saw the person standing at the door with a flickering expression, and I always felt that the person who came was a little familiar.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Who are you looking for?"

Seeing Wuxin, the visitor was obviously stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "I'm looking for Mr. Rong."

Wuxin nodded, then looked back, and saw Rong Yuchen walking out wearing an apron, obviously hearing the doorbell.

Walking behind Wuxin, Rong Yuchen looked at the person at the door, "Mr. Liao, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Rong, can we chat?" Liao Fan looked at Rong Yu and asked solemnly.

Rong Yu stretched out his hand, grabbed Wuxin's hand, and led him back into the room, "Mr. Liao, come in and sit down."

Liao Fan looked at Wuxin who was pulled by Rong Yuchen, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then walked into the room.

"Mr. Liao sit down first, I'll cook a meal for the children at home and then talk about work." Rong Yu said calmly.

After hearing this, Liao Fan nodded, "President Rong, please let me know."

Rong Yu nodded deeply, then whispered something in Wu Xin's ear, and walked towards the kitchen.

Although Rong Yuchen spoke in a low voice, Liao Fan heard it.

Rong Yu said to Wu Xin, "Don't pay attention to him."

This him, Liao Fan didn't need to think about it to know that he was referring to himself.

The corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't care.

Wu Xin pointed to the sofa and said, "Mr. Liao, please sit down." Out of politeness, Wu Xin did not really ignore Liao Fan.

Liao Fan listened, nodded to Wuxin, and then sat down.

Wu Xin poured a cup of tea for Liao Fan, and then continued to read the magazine he hadn't finished reading just now.

Liao Fan looked at Wu Xin, a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at Wu Xin from time to time.

"Little Ah Piao, tonight is the day of the original owner's last life of traditional Chinese medicine." Thh said suddenly.

"Huh? The heroine is back?" The heroine Wu Xin was talking about was naturally the one who successfully counterattacked through the book.

"I'm back, but the plot is a bit broken, and it's a bit different from the original text." Thh bit his hand and said.

"Then, can I spend points to check the person who framed the original owner?" Wu Xin asked.

"No, only at night." Thh is serious.

"Isn't it evening now?" Wuxin asked lazily.

"At eight o'clock in the evening, Thh will deliver the plot to you on time." Thh said.

He listened unintentionally, stopped asking, and continued to immerse himself in reading.

"Are you Mr. Rong's niece?" Liao Fan asked with interest.

However, the An family's daughter doesn't seem to be that old, does she?
"I'm his fiancee." Wu Xin said seriously.

Liao Fan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he had never heard of Rong Yuchen having a fiancée, and... so young?

It looks like he is seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Have we met before?" Liao Fan suddenly asked.

The first time he saw the girl in front of him, Liao Fan felt that the person in front of him looked familiar.

"I haven't seen you." As for whether Liao Fan has seen her, she doesn't know.

When Liao Fan heard this, there was a trace of suspicion in his eyes.

Seeing that the girl looked lazy and didn't want to pay attention to him, Liao Fan didn't speak again.

……

Half an hour later, Rong Yuchen came out of the kitchen, "Kid, it's time to eat."

Wuxin listened, her expression brightened, she put down the book in her hand, and stood up abruptly, "I'll help you serve the food."

Rong Yu smiled deeply.

Wuxin hinted to him many times, both openly and secretly, that she wanted to eat the food he cooked with his own hands.

(End of this chapter)