Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

As soon as Song Zhiwen followed his boss out of the elevator, he heard a burst of laughter coming from the room.

Taking a secret glance at the boss's face standing in the front right, Song Zhiwen was looking forward to his expression when he saw the layout of the room.

As soon as Chi Morong stepped into the room, everyone who had been bustling with excitement just now suddenly lost their voices. It was really that his aura was too strong.

Moreover, Tang Lin and Chen Cheng had no idea he would come in advance. The scene of the last fight between the two was still fresh in their minds. On such a happy day, the two met again. Who knew what would happen.

Song Zhiwen, who came in with his boss, stepped forward and handed the box to Jiang Yuange.

"Ms. Jiang, this is a 2000 vintage Bordeaux wine. Congratulations on your new home."

Jiang Yuange took the red wine box with a smile.

"Thank you, Assistant Song."

After saying that, she glanced at Chi Morong. To be honest, she was also unsure.

The house was decorated in pink, the air was filled with the smell of spicy hot pot base, and a group of people were gathered together laughing. Jiang Yuange was not sure whether he could accept this atmosphere which was completely different from what he had been exposed to before.

Chi Morong's brows had been tightly furrowed since he stepped into the room. He was patient and did not turn around and leave.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the woman. He saw anxiety and a hint of mischief in her eyes. Chi Morong understood clearly. This was the popular term on the Internet now: novice but playful. She was obviously afraid of him, but couldn't help wanting to provoke him.

Chi Morong stretched out his hand, grasped the woman's slender waist, softened his expression, raised the corners of his lips and said to the people in the room,

"Thank you all for coming to Yuange and I's housewarming party. I hope everyone can enjoy the food, drinks and fun tonight."

After saying that, he hugged Jiang Yuange and sat down on the sofa.

With Assistant Song and Tang Lin warming up the atmosphere, the room soon became lively again, but the atmosphere was somewhat restrained due to some concerns.

Chi Morong kneaded her soft waist with his big hands, looked down at the woman sitting beside him obediently, and asked,

"happy?"

Jiang Yuange was very sure that the man had seen through his tricks, and what he meant was that he deliberately decorated the house like this and called a group of people to celebrate this event.

After all, this is the house he will live in in the future, and I decorated it in this pink and feminine style just to make him unable to bear it and not be able to live there.

And we invited so many people to eat hotpot just to make him unbearable.

Jiang Yuange's move was really crossing his bottom line and challenging his endurance.

But if he didn't like it and was unhappy, she would be happy, although she was a little worried in her heart.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuange raised his head, looked at him and smiled faintly.

“It’s lively when friends get together.”

Chi Morong looked at her straight in the eyes for a while before nodding.

"as long as you are happy."

Jiang Yuange looked at the man's expression very seriously and found that although he was frowning, he did not seem to be angry. His heart instantly settled down.

But then she felt unhappy again, because his reaction was too indifferent.

Anyway, if he wasn't angry, she wouldn't be happy.

Jiang Yuange suddenly felt bored, broke free from the man's hand, stood up suddenly, and shouted to the people on the other side,

"Everyone is here, let's have hotpot."