I like you very much

Zheng Ye sat across from Rong Yu, with a spacious dining table between them.

After looking at each other for a long time, Zheng Ye smiled, raised the red wine glass at hand and said to Rong Yu, "Have a drink?"

Rong Yu shook his head, and flatly refused: "Sorry, I'm still a student, so I can't drink."

Zheng Ye was silent for a moment, nodded slowly, and said with a sigh: "That's right...Master Rong's only introductory disciple, he should be 17 years old this year, right?"

"17 years and three months."

Rong Yu still grabbed the glass of drink in front of him and touched Zheng Ye, and said very politely: "Thanks to Mr. Zheng for remembering it."

Zheng Ye drank the wine in the red wine glass, put the glass back on the table, and said slowly: "Not only your birthday, but also everything between you and your master is still fresh in my memory."

Rong Yu raised his eyelids and glanced at him, without saying a word, staring boredly at the glass of orange juice in front of him.

Zheng Ye said to himself again: "Mr. Rong Yu, I heard Xiao Chi mention you before you came."

Rong Yu frowned: "Oh?"

Zheng Ye looked into Rong Yu's eyes sharply, and then said, "Xiaochi said that he has a new classmate—he is very simple, unsophisticated, and stupid, and he comes from a small village in the mountains."

Rong Yu rested her chin on her hands, tilted her head, and waited for Zheng Ye's next words.

Within a few seconds, Zheng Ye really continued the next sentence. His tone seemed hesitant, but he still said it straightforwardly: "Maybe there is something wrong with being unreasonable, but the so-called simplicity and stupidity... forgive me Frankly speaking, I value my son very much, and I really don't allow him to make mistakes."

Rong Yu smiled, neither admitting nor denying: "You just say it."

Zheng Ye's expression was a little gloomy, and he seemed to be full of some unknown worries, which seemed extremely out of harmony with his whole aura.

He paused for a while, and finally questioned: "Rong Kangcheng once assured me that he would hide from the world all his life, and he would not let you step into this industry, but now you have not only entered a modern city, but even And... deliberately found Xiaochi, and stayed by his side for so long."

"Except for Tao Hua and Jiang Wenhao, before you, Xiaochi had never brought friends home."

Zheng Ye frowned and raised his voice, "You deliberately let Xiaochi think that you are innocent and harmless, and give you full trust...Rongyu, what do you want to do?"

Rong Yu neither interrupted him nor refuted him, tilted his head and waited quietly for Zheng Ye to finish speaking before curling his lips: "Mr. , do you really care about him as much as you did when you were a child?"

Zheng Ye: "..."

Zheng Ye's voice suddenly became a little unstable. He coughed and took a sip from the water glass on the table: "How do you know about this?"

Miao Jiajia gossips with me...

Rong Yu murmured a few words inwardly, but said in a serious manner on the surface: "Don't forget what I do, Uncle Zheng, not only can I see that you have two children, but I can also see that you have two children. The other child is two and a half years younger than Dachi, and now lives in City J with his mother."

Rong Yu pursed her lips, and added a knife by the way: "Although I have never been to City J, if you give me a map, I can also point you to where the mother and daughter live."

Zheng Ye: "..."

Zheng Ye's complexion was extremely ugly, I don't know if it's because he couldn't hold his face, or because he felt that Rong Yu talked too much and didn't dare to speak, so he didn't speak for a long time.

Rong Yu looked at him for a while, and felt that Zheng Ye was not too young, and it would be troublesome if he got angry, so he simply shut up, stood up, and didn't wait for Zheng Mingchi, and slipped away first.

Upstairs, the door of Zheng Mingchi and Kang Rou's room was still closed.

Rong Yu went to the hanger next to the sofa and took his school uniform. While putting it on, he found that Zheng Ye behind him seemed to have recovered his breath, and stared at him with a depressed face.

Rong Yu zipped up her school uniform, ready to say hello to Zheng Ye and leave.

When he turned around, Zheng Ye spoke first, his tone seemed very helpless: "Since you don't say...then I must not be able to ask. You and your master are exactly the same in this regard."

Rong Yu shrugged his nose and comforted Zheng Ye: "Mr. Zheng, I was originally taught by my master, so the resemblance is normal."

Zheng Ye was obviously not comforted, because his expression was still serious, he hesitated for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "It is indeed as you said... I still have a son, but Xiaochi is the one I entrusted to him since I was a child." High Hope's son, I absolutely can't let anything happen to him."

"Your master once promised me that as long as it is tied to your life... Zheng Mingchi will be healthy and safe in this life, everything will go smoothly, and there will be no disasters."

Zheng Ye gritted his teeth: "Dare to ask, is this guarantee really worth it?"

Following Zheng Ye's few questions, Rong Yu's mood was successfully talked about more and more badly.

Until Zheng Ye finished asking, Rong Yu's heart was filled with countless golden sentences in Mandarin.

To use the latest sentence he learned online, I have a sentence mmp, although I don't know if it should be said or not, but I really want to say it.

If it doesn't matter... why did he travel so far after the death of his master?

When it is obviously very hard, some people always think that he is not hard enough.

Rong Yu was very depressed, and depressed, he pulled up the half-stuck zipper, and then looked at Zheng Ye with a wrinkled face.

Zheng Ye also looked at Rong Yu bitterly.

Rong Yu: "..."

Rong Yu quietly withdrew his gaze, touched his nose: "Of course it counts, don't worry. Everything my master said never counts."

Rong Yu rolled his eyelids and looked up to the sky for a while, and he was kind enough to help Zheng Ye feel relieved, "There was a catastrophe before Zheng Mingchi's birthday. Although I can't tell you what it is, I came here for this."

"Oh and also."

Rong Yu pulled up the hat on his school uniform and put it on his head, then stretched out his hand to tug, and said casually, "Don't tell Zheng Mingchi about this, but I don't think you will tell him either."

"Farewell, Uncle Zheng."

Rong Yu blinked, walked to the door, turned around suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Being a man, it's better to stick to the end. Look at the fact that you want to satisfy two women. Compared with 12 years ago, Getting old too fast."

Zheng Ye: "..."

After successfully dumping the psychological burden on Zheng Ye and mocking him, Rong Yu finally felt a little better.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he bounced open the door and walked out. Standing in the small garden in front of the building, he looked up at the room on the second floor.

The light was still on, Zheng Mingchi was probably still talking to his mother.

Rong Yu pursed her lips, and said to herself with a guilty conscience: "Ahem, I'll withdraw first~ Dachi Dachi, don't let me go~~ Anyway, I won't wait for you~"

Then he turned his gaze away, and before he could take a step, he bumped into the arms of a person in front of him.

... The chest was so hard, Rong Yu touched his nose in pain, and subconsciously raised his eyelids to take a look—Zheng Mingchi stood opposite him with a gloomy face, seeing Rong Yu raised his head, he stretched out his hand to squeeze Lie Rongyu's nose: "You don't wait for me anyway? Huh?"

Rong Yu: "..."

The author has something to say: Dachi: Hehe, you little liar.

Rong Xiaoyu: I'm not...I didn't...

Dachi: Go to bed/lie down!Ass, stick up!

Rong Xiaoyu: ... (crying)

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