his kisses are sweet

Chapter 181 I will do those hands that you can't get off【3000＋】

He chose to speak at this time, and what he wanted to do was clearly visible.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and the hall was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

Shi Weiwei hung his head and did not respond to this, as if he knew it well.

Rong Shize and Mira looked at each other, but they were silent.

But Rong Shijie still looked like he had nothing to do with himself, and even the slightly mocking corner of his mouth showed his mood for watching a good show.

Rong Hao stared at the dishes silently, as if he had never heard Mr. Rong speak.

Rong Jin's hand under the table quietly climbed onto Shengge's calf, and he held her hand precisely, rubbing her hand once and for all.

The regular rhythm seems to be soothing.

"May I ask how grandpa thinks this title should be given?"

Mr. Rong glanced at Shengge and snorted coldly: "Divorce this woman and marry Weiwei, the children of the Rong family can't live outside without a name."

Rong Jin thought for a moment before raising his eyes slightly: "Yes."

After the words fell, Mr. Rong's eyes were a little surprised, Shi Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, a feeling of ecstasy swept through his body.

Shengge's brows were furrowed, and when he moved his hand, Rong Jin held it down.

She heard him beside him continue to speak: "Wait until the result of the amniocentesis comes out three months later. If it is really my child, I will divorce Geer and be responsible for the child."

He looked at Shi Weiwei, and there was an undeniable certainty in his words: "Since it's you, you must be my child, wouldn't you even dare to do this?"

Shi Weiwei clenched her hands tightly, she bit her pale lips, her eyes were firm: "I dare!"

Seeing this, Shengge's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing this, Rong Jin's eyes sank, and he pulled Shengge to stand up: "I'll wait for you at the hospital then."

After speaking, he took Shengge and left the Rong's house without hesitation.

It was dark, and the light and shadow of street lamps passed over the car.

Shengge's eyes flashed, and he stared at his palm and said vaguely: "Rong Jin, have you ever thought that perhaps Shi Weiwei's belly is really your child? You don't even remember what happened in London that day, Maybe you..."

She couldn't continue speaking suddenly, her heart was in a panic.

Rong Jin pursed his lips and drove in silence, the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

"There is no such possibility!"

He opened his mouth slowly, his words were extremely firm, but Shengge knew that he was not completely sure in his heart.

"If the child in Shi Weiwei's womb is really yours, then we will divorce as you promised at the Rong's family just now." Shengge pressed his eyebrows, feeling extremely tired.

In the relationship between the three of them, it doesn't matter who comes first.

She's not kind, she just can't accept a relationship full of dirt.

But why, the bottom of my heart couldn't bear the dense pain, and for a moment, even breathing was difficult.

Divorce is easy to say, but if the divorce agreement is really spread out in front of her, will she still be as decisive as before?

Shengge couldn't guarantee it.

Rong Jin restlessly put one hand on the center of his eyebrows: "We'll talk about it later."

The car was driving fast in the night, in her memory, it was the first time that Rong Jin drove so fast when she was in the car.

According to the normal speed of the car, it takes about 10 minutes to drive from the villa in the south of the city to Rongjiaben, but today it took less than half an hour.

Mama Li had heard the voice and was waiting at the door.

When watching Shengge, I was too excited to speak.

"Madam, I'm not mistaken, it's really you?"

She had finished eating at the villa, and after sitting for more than half an hour, Mama Li still looked unbelievable.

Shengge felt helpless: "Mama Li, don't doubt it, it's really me."

"That's great!" Li Ma wiped the wet corners of her eyes: "Ma'am, why did you sneak out in the first place? Over the past six months, I have seen the young master's deteriorating appearance day by day. I really wish that the one who died was me." , if I had noticed your abnormality that day, that kind of thing wouldn't have happened to you, and it won't happen now..."

Sheng Ge touched the scar on his forehead: "Mama Li, don't blame yourself, it's none of your business."

Li Ma wiped her tears and nodded, and brought out a cup of soup from the kitchen and handed it to her.

She lifted the lid, and a smell of Chinese medicine flooded into her nose.

"Piananthin, licorice, Baiqian, nepeta, tangerine peel..." Shengge went through the uses of these traditional Chinese medicines in his mind, "A prescription for reducing phlegm and relieving cough? Mama Li, do you have a cold?"

Li Ma was a little surprised: "How does Madam know? This medicine is not for me. Six months ago, the young master fell into cold syndrome for some reason. When the weather changed or his mood was not right, he would cough all the time. Western medicine didn't work. It's me. I begged for a prescription from an old Chinese doctor, and when he came back, I suffered a little."

Shengge suddenly remembered what Xiang Qi had said to her in C City Hospital.

He said that on the day "she" died, Rong Jin stood motionless at the scene of the accident for more than ten hours, during which there was a heavy snowfall.

His cold syndrome fell at that time, right?
When she was in Erli Village, she had heard him coughing. In the dead of night, even though he deliberately suppressed it, the sound of coughing still entered her ears without reservation.

Rong Jin probably never knew that when he was tormented by illness and could not sleep at night, she listened to his cough and did not close her eyes.

"You forgot that I'm a doctor." She smiled, and automatically took the soup cup from Mama Li's hand: "I'll serve it to him."

It's been a long time since I've been to the villa, perhaps because the decorations haven't changed, Shengge doesn't feel strange at all.

She came to Rong Jin's study with ease, and when she raised her hand to knock on the door, she found that the door was not closed tightly.

A suppressed cough came from within.

In front of her, he never seemed so vulnerable. Shengge knew that part of it was because he restrained himself.

He was as proud as she used to be.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" A moment later, Rong Jin's indifferent voice came from behind the door.

She pushed open the door and walked in. Rong Jin was standing by the window with his back to her, thinking about something.

The back is shrouded in lights, and it doesn't look so stiff for the first time.

Shengge felt a little sour in his heart: "This traditional Chinese medicine should be effective in treating your cough. If you're not busy, drink it while it's hot."

Rong Jin's back froze when he heard her voice.

He turned around slowly, his eyes fell on the soup cup in her hand, and there was an almost invisible twist between his brows: "I'm fine, I don't need it."

She put down the soup cup and walked in front of him: "Don't be brave, I heard it just now, this soup will only be effective if you drink it while it's hot."

Rong Jin stared at her worried face, and stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms.

That kind of ruthlessness seemed to want to embrace himself into his flesh and blood.

Shengge buried her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist: "Ajin, why do you think I don't want to divorce you so much? Even though I know that the child in Shi Weiwei's belly may be yours, I actually have it." The thought of turning a blind eye and closing one eye, I even had a crooked thought that I shouldn't have moved just now."

Hearing this, Rong Jin tightened his hand tighter and tighter: "As long as you want, I will do those hands that you can't let go."

Shengge trembled all over, she shook her head: "No, I have already killed our child with my own hands, Ajin, I know how much you like children."

Rong Jin raised her head, looked for her lips and sucked, his breathing was slightly chaotic.

"Wrong." He looked at her burningly and said, "I like children only because they are the children you want to give me, not for anything else."

A numb feeling slipped through his heart, Sheng Ge's nose was sore: "Rong Jin, I'm sorry."

She felt the big palms tightening around her waist, Rong Jin pressed her head on his chest, listened to his fluctuating heart rate, and asked her: "Did you hear anything now?"

His heartbeat was strong and powerful, fast enough to disturb the heart.

"I heard it, my heart is beating fast."

"anything else?"

"You can dance faster than me." Shengge collected himself, looked up at Rong Jin, and smiled gently: "Professor Rong, do you still want to tell me that my thoughts are yours?"

Rong Jin stared at her for a moment before muttering: "No."

"what is that?"

"I want to tell you that I love you no less than you." He looked at her and said every word.

Sheng Ge was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled brightly: "Professor Rong, were you confessing to me just now?"

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and Rong Jin let her go slowly.

He walked towards the desk, "Well...don't you want some soup?"

Shengge noticed his reddish ears.

The corners of the mouth curled up involuntarily.

She never expected Rong Jin to say anything good, but recently he has always touched her heart inexplicably.

His love words are very thin, but they are extraordinarily touching.

On the table, the brown soup was still steaming and steaming.

Rong Jin picked it up and took a sip.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Sheng Ge's smile, and the soup in his mouth spread across his taste buds.

Sweet and cool in nature, slightly bitter.

(End of this chapter)