The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Tang Su's voice on the phone was not loud, but fell into Chijoe's ears clearly and unmistakably in the quiet bedroom.

The initial softness in her eyes was instantly replaced by coldness, and she heard Rong Ling ask, "May I ask, Miss Tang?"

Apparently, Rong Ling's mood and tone were not very good because of being awakened from the dream.

Only then did the corners of Qian Chenge's lips flicker happily to Zhang Song. "She raised her hand, and her fingertips fell on Rong Ling's bare back, and she blinked and slid down a little bit inexplicably...

"Snapped--"

Rong Ling was holding the phone with one hand, but with the other hand, he knocked Qian Chenge's hand off mercilessly.

Obviously she should be just a weak omega, but Chijoe's hand was severely punched with a red scar.

It was the first time in Chijoe's life that she was treated like this. Her hands were hanging in the air, and her eyes were narrowed. She almost wondered if she was dreaming.

However, Tang Su on the other end of the phone smiled.

"It's nothing..." Rong Ling said blankly, "It's just beating a mosquito."

"Miss Rong must be careful, I will feel bad if I hit myself." Tang Su didn't care where the flies came from in this winter, she still smiled.

Rong Ling wondered if there was something wrong with the brains of these alphas. She was an omega but not mentally handicapped. What was going on with this coaxing tone?

However, before Rong Ling could answer, he took the mobile phone in her hand behind him.

"Sorry, it seems that it's not Miss Tang's turn to feel sorry for this kind of thing." Qian Chenge said lightly, but with a sense of swearing sovereignty.

Tang Su was taken aback for a moment, "I didn't expect Rong Ling to be beside Qiancheng E, and when I think about it again, it seems that the two have been together all night.

Her tone also faded: "Really? Let me feel sorry for you, Miss Rong, the person involved, should have the final say. Miss Qian Cheng, don't be too domineering, so as not to attract people's suspicion."

Qian Chenghui frowned slightly, and wanted to say something more, but Rong Ling had already recovered {the phone was taken from her fingers.

Her complexion was cold and cold, and she was completely different from the crimson and pale pink in the bed.

Even Qian Chenge, who never read people's faces, could tell that Rong Ling was angry.

What is she angry about, that she suddenly interrupted her conversation with Tang Su?

Chijoe pursed her lips in displeasure, and the air pressure in the bedroom suddenly dropped a few degrees.

Rong Ling didn't seem to care: "If Miss Tang is fine, I'll hang up first."

"Wait..." Tang Su hurriedly said, "It's just that after I met Miss Rong that day, I have been thinking about you all the time, and I just want to invite you to dinner."

Rong Ling paused, then looked up at Qianchenghui.

Anyway, getting close to Tang Su was a task she gave herself. Whether to agree or not, of course, is to wait for Qian Chenge to speak.

Chijoe pulled the corner of her lower lip, feeling inexplicably irritable: "You decide for yourself."

Of course Rong Ling didn't want to have any contact with Tang Su: "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay..." Tang Su's tone was still gentle, "Miss Rong can reply when there is no one around."

The implication is that Rong Ling had to reject Qian Chenge only because she could hear her.

Qian Chenghui's fingers hanging by her side clenched tightly, a little out of control, she wanted to grab the phone again and taunt Tang Su, but remembering Rong Ling's cold eyes just now, she forcibly held back.

"Okay..." Rong Ling answered with a slap in the face

Tang Su smiled: "Then I will wait for Miss Rong to call me back when she is free, good morning."

Rong Ling hung up the phone, put the phone aside, and opened the velvet quilt to stand up.

At this moment, Chijoe grabbed her wrist: "You have nothing to say?"

Rong Ling glanced at her suspiciously, his light blue eyes were full of puzzlement: "What are you talking about?"

Chijoe was stunned, obviously full of messy thoughts, but suddenly she didn't know how to say it.

Rong Ling had already broken free from her palm, stepped on the carpet with her toes and walked to the wardrobe.

The dress she wore when she came here has long since disappeared, and it is impossible for Rong Ling to leave naked, so she can only find Qian Chenge's clothes to wear.

Among the well-tailored women's suits mainly black, white and gray, Rong Ling finally picked out a slightly more everyday white shirt and jeans.

Chienjoe is half a head taller than Rong Ling, and her shirt is gray and bulky when worn to the full, and under the loose hem, the skin of Rong Ling's thighs is faintly visible.

She bent down to wear Zhang W Zinc. She didn't notice that the eyes of the alpha behind her gradually became dark and deep.

After Rong Ling put on her clothes and turned around, Qian Chenghui finally thought of a question that seemed to make her less fussy: "Why does Tang Su have your mobile phone number?"

"Isn't it normal for you alphas to worry about things like spying on other people's privacy?" Rong Ling asked back.

It was rare for Chijoe to be blocked by others, she remembered that when she and Rong Ling met for the first time, she seemed to have all the information about her.

There was silence in the air again.

Rong Ling picked up his mobile phone and was about to leave. At the end, he didn't forget to ask: "If Ms. Tang invites me again, do I need to agree to her?"

Chijoe took a deep breath, {repressing all emotions: "I said, everything is up to you."

"Okay..." Rong Ling nodded.

When she was almost at the door, she suddenly turned her head again.

"By the way..." Rong Ling suddenly remembered another thing. Even though she didn't want to have any connection with Qian Chenghui, she was really short of money now, "The 2000 million that Miss Qian Cheng said before..."

Qian Chenghui, who had paused for a moment, thought that Rong Ling was going to say something, suddenly darkened: "Don't worry, I've sent someone to call your account."

"Thank you very much." Rong Ling nodded.

Then, she walked away without looking back, as if nothing had happened between the two of them.

"U Chen." Qian Chenge took a deep breath, and rang the pillow service bell to talk to the housekeeper, "Ask someone to send Miss Rong back."

Otherwise, with the thin clothes she was wearing, she would have to freeze again when she got the taxi home.

Chijoe didn't want to clean up the mess anymore.

After hanging up the call with the butler, Chijoe rubbed her forehead with some headaches.

Only the fingertips on the floor in front of the bed that hadn't been thrown into the trash can reminded her of what had happened these days.

Just when Chijoe was about to destroy everything as if nothing had happened, there was a sudden knock on the bedroom door.

She was stunned for a moment, suppressed the corners of her lips that were quietly raised, and then coughed lightly: "Come in..."

Auntie Cooking{Breakfast for two is pushed into the room with a small cart: "Miss, this is breakfast."

The insignificant slug on Qiancheng's picture went: "Let's put it down..."

For some reason, the aunt felt that she was not very happy to see her, and the lady seemed not very happy: "Then I'll go first, the lady and Miss Rong want to eat anything else, just ask."

"Hmm..." Chijoe's face became more gloomy, and she lowered her eyes.

On the other side, Rong Ling was sleeping soundly in the back seat of a car driven by Qiancheng's family.

Rong Ling just opened his eyes when the car stopped at his own community building.

"Miss Rong, we're here." The driver in front reminded.

"Thank you..." Rong Ling tightened the tight Zhang Li Luo Pan Yu Xiang also recovered the long down jacket he found for himself, and then opened the car door and stepped into the cold wind.

Fortunately, the down jacket is of good quality, Rong Ling's nose is just a little red from the blowing.

She walked into the elevator with ease, and when she was about to close the door, a clear and hasty voice sounded: "Wait!"

Rong Ling hurriedly pressed the button to open the door, and the other party walked in with a big box in his hand: "Thank you, can I trouble you to press the eighth floor again?"

It happened to be on the same floor as Rong Ling, so she couldn't help but look sideways at the boy with short blond hair beside her.

He also seemed to realize something, showing tiger teeth and mirages, we are neighbors, hello, my name is Lin Mu. "

In urban society, even if there is only one wall between them, it is not uncommon for everyone not to know each other. Rong Ling nodded: "Hello, I am Rong Ling."

Her tone was always indifferent, so of course Lin Mu wouldn't bother talking to Rong Ling.

When the elevator door opened on the eighth floor, Lin Mu, who was closer to the door, went out first.

Rong Ling followed closely behind, the two were 801 and 802, and even the doors were close to each other.

Just as Rong Ling walked to the door, Lin Mu suddenly said "Oops", and all the apples in the shopping bag that had been torn open in his hand rolled out.

The bright red apple bones rolled to Rong Ling's feet. Lin Mu didn't know whether to put down the box or bend down to pick up the apples first, and was in a hurry.

Rong Ling sighed softly, and had no choice but to bend down to help him pick up apples.

Fortunately, with the help of Rong Ling, Lin Mu was able to pick up the red apples on the ground, and Lin Mu opened the door of his room first: "Thank you for your hard work, come in and drink some water first."

Even though everyone is an omega, Rong Ling is still not used to getting along with strangers: "No need, it's just a matter of little effort."

Lin Mu didn't force her, but took out half of the apple from the shopping bag: "Then this is for you, I wish you a Merry Christmas."

Rong Ling was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that there were still two days before Christmas, and she did not refuse: "Thank you..."

"You're welcome..." Lin Mufeng and Yongmei collapsed, "Then I'll go into the room, bye..."

"Okay..." Rong Ling took out the keys in his pocket, but suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Lin Mu asked.

Her key should have been put in her handbag on the Qiancheng painting car, Rong Ling felt a little helpless: "It's nothing, I forgot the key, I'll call a locksmith first."

"Okay..." Lin Mu warmly invited again, "Then come to my house first."

This time, Rong Ling couldn't refuse.

Lin Mu is obviously also single, but the house is much more organized than Rong Ling's room. It is not tidy, and there are two cute puppet cats.

He turned on the kotatsu in the living room, asked Rong Ling to sit down first, and got up to make tea by himself.

Seeing a stranger for the first time, the two kittens walked over and meowed around Rong Ling with curious eyes.

Even someone like Rong Ling, who is naturally indifferent, was softened by the call. The corners of her lips curled up unconsciously, and she stretched out her hand to scratch the kitten's chin, enjoying this quiet and warm moment.

In Qiancheng's house, the butler knocked on the door of Qiancheng's study room: "Miss?"

"what's up?"

"Just now when the driver came back, he found that Miss Rong's handbag was left in the car and there was her key in it. Do you want to inform her?"

"Bring it in..." Qian Chenge ordered.

The butler hurriedly opened the door and walked in, before leaving after handing the handbag to Chijoe.

Chijoe looked at the key in the bag with a dim expression, Zhang Xiya was rusty, and it looked a little old.

How careless, Chijoe couldn't help but think.

Even if someone could be found to unlock the lock, the cold wind is still blowing outside the door. Forget it, let's ask her how she is doing now.

She put down the work in her hand, and found the piece of paper with Rong Ling's message printed on it from the folder without any mistakes.

Zhangxian's method is more arrogant than that, otherwise, even her WeChat QR code is on it.

Chijoe picked up the phone, originally just wanted to dial the number, but accidentally opened the WeChat software.

That's fine, it's too troublesome to make phone calls, she gave herself enough reasons to scan the QR code without any psychological burden, and choose to add friends.

A friend request suddenly popped up on Rong Ling's message prompt bar at Wangzhan Chunsuo Company.

The other party had a gray profile picture, and his WeChat name was also a string of simple letters. It was hard to tell who it was, Rong Ling agreed, and blocked the other party's permission to view his Moments.

Although there is nothing in her circle of friends.

A message came from the other side of the door: "Your key is here with me, can I ask the driver to bring it to you?"

This tone is undoubtedly Chijoe.

Rong Ling was holding the kitten with one hand at the moment, and couldn't free his hand to type at all, so he had to choose to send a voice.

Just as the voice button was pressed, Lin Mu's voice suddenly came from in front of him: "Sister?"

"Huh?" Rong Ling raised his head and responded.

"This is your tea." Lin Mu put a teacup containing black tea in front of Rong Ling, "By the way, I also baked a cake, does sister like cream?"

"I don't mind eating..." Rong Ling said, "Thank you..."

Lin Muyanuo collapsed, An waved and murmured to my sister to wait for a while, I will bring it right away. "

It wasn't until after talking with Lin Mu that Rong Ling took a sip of hot tea and realized that he had sent a voice message at some point.

In less than 2 minutes, a busy person like Chijoe probably didn't have time to listen, so she hurriedly chose to withdraw.

On the other hand, Chijoe {had listened to this short conversation three times, and wanted to listen to it for the fourth time, only to realize that the other party had withdrawn it.

She held the phone tightly, and her face darkened.

In the voice, the boy's voice is so sweet that it sounds like an omega.

Heh, he really is a pleasing male omega.

Before Qian Chenge could figure out what she wanted to reply, Rong Ling sent another voice message: "No, thank you."

Polite and alienated, completely different from the easy-going nature when talking to that male omega.

Qianjoe threw the phone aside a little annoyed, and her eyes fell on the piece of paper with information about Rong Ling.

Suddenly, she recalled Rong Ling's sarcasm in the morning: "Isn't it normal for you alphas to be so hot about things like spying on other people's privacy?"

Chijoe grabbed the paper, got up and put it into the shredder.

The paper shredder buzzed and began to work. Seeing it {the paper shredded into pieces, Chijoe breathed a sigh of relief, as if the invisible stone on his chest became lighter.

By the way... Let Rong Ling's cat come out to wish everyone an early year: "Meow meow..."

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