The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Ling only thought that Feng Xihui was comforting herself, so she nodded casually.

She asked the system, is her mission in this world considered completed?

"No way..." the system ィ "The host has only completed the task of being admitted to a good university for the time being, and there is still a long way to go before helping the family get rid of poverty and become rich."

That's right, the family's money is now earned by Rong Ling alone,? If he leaves suddenly, their family might go back poor again.

Rong Ling is no longer obsessed with the task,? It's okay to take your time.

Back in the summer vacation, Rong Ling will be in his senior year.

Graduation is approaching, and everyone is working or doing internships outside, so she doesn't have to worry about these things, and rents a studio outside the school.

Now the business of the women's clothing store is getting better and better. Apart from the original store, Rong Ling opened another branch in another shopping mall.

Therefore, Guang Rongling couldn't handle the design of clothes and other trivial matters alone.

In the ever-changing era, people's aesthetic concepts are also developing rapidly. The fashions that were followed yesterday will become outdated today.

This is especially the case for clothing stores. In the past two years, skinny jeans were considered too forward, but now girls have set off a trend of wearing short skirts.

In order to prevent the brand from being eliminated, Rong Ling recruited two more designers.

And signed an agreement with them, the original manuscripts of their own unique clothes can no longer be bought to other businesses.

In addition to clothes, Rong Ling is also expanding his brand coverage, such as shoes and scarves.

Now, the monthly turnover of her shop is almost over [-]. After deducting the wages for her subordinates and the appearance of the shop, the net profit can also be five or six thousand.

A monthly income of [-] to [-] is considered mediocre in modern times, but right now it can be regarded as entering the ranks of big bosses.

But Rong Ling's ambitions don't stop there. She graduated from the best computer science department in the country, so of course she can't lose her professional skills. She also works with a like-minded male, Shuang Chuang, to work in a system company and devote herself to the development of new software. .

The company has just started, and it is inevitable to be busy. After coming and going, there are fewer opportunities for Rong Ling and Feng Xihui to meet.

Sometimes the two had just had a meal when they met, and Rong Ling had to rush to the company again. Feng Xihui asked her out several times, but Rong Ling also declined on the grounds that she was not available.

It wasn't until this day that Rong Ling knew that today was Valentine's Day when he heard the colleagues in the company chatting.

She suddenly thought of Feng Xihui, whom she had forgotten for a long time.

Rong Ling called Feng Xihui's office. This landline was installed by her at a huge expense for the convenience of contacting Feng Xihui.

"What's the matter?" Feng Xihui didn't seem to know that today was a holiday.

"Are you busy today?" Rong Ling asked.

"It's not too busy, I can get off work at five o'clock."

"Then why don't you come to my studio?" Rong Ling said in a soft voice, "I just designed a batch of new clothes a while ago, and I want you to try them on."

Faced with Rong Ling's request, Feng Xihui certainly did not refuse, and she arrived at Rong Ling's studio on time at seven o'clock in the evening.

Everyone else in the studio was off work at this point, and Rong Ling was typing something on a computer. When she saw Feng Xihui coming, she raised her head and smiled brightly.

"Have you had dinner yet?" Rong Ling put down his work and asked her.

"not yet……"

"It just so happens that I haven't either." Rong Ling got up and walked over, holding Feng Xihui's arm, "Let's go eat together."

In the alley not far from the studio, there are restaurants next to each other.

Rong Ling has been here for a long time, so he naturally knows which one is delicious.

It's been a cold spring recently, and the weather is a bit cold, so the two of them went to eat a warm copper pot.

Thin slices of fat and lean lamb and fat beef are rolled together in a hot pot.

The ingredients are fresh, even if you stutter for nothing, it is a kind of enjoyment.

Feng Xihui is a traditional sesame sauce dipping dish, and Rong Ling, who is not too spicy, naturally has garlic, balsamic oil vinegar and chili sauce. After mixing these seasonings, the meat is full of flavor.

Even though Valentine's Day is not yet popular, there are more young couples in restaurants than usual.

Feng Xihui realized what day it was, and she looked at Rong Ling: "It's rare that you think of me."

Rong Ling could hear an imperceptible complaint from her tone, and she blinked her eyes coquettishly: "I'm just too busy with work."

While no one noticed the two people in the corner, Rong Ling secretly pecked at the corner of Feng Xihui's lips: "Don't be angry, when I make a lot of money in the future, I will definitely spend all my time with you."

The kiss like a dragonfly touching water caused endless ripples in Feng Xihui's heart.

If it wasn't because there were so many people here, she would not let Rong Ling go easily.

But right now, Feng Xihui only moved his throat: "Okay..."

After eating, Rong Ling took Feng Xihui to his studio.

Hanging on the hangers are all newly cut clothes. When Rong Ling made it himself, he made it according to Feng Xihui's figure.

As for how she knew Feng Xihui's figure...

Cough, of course, when I made this request, Feng Xihui grabbed her hand to let her feel it a little bit.

Of course, Feng Xihui didn't do it for free, but received the due reward from Rong Ling.

Rong Ling took down the new clothes on the hanger, it was a long skirt: "Can you try this one?"

In order not to let her catch cold, Rong Ling even turned on the air conditioner to heat up.

Feng Xihui didn't refuse, and took the long skirt from Rong Ling's hand.

It was a long black dress with suspenders. Rong Ling watched eagerly as Feng Xihui took off his jacket and the clothes inside, revealing his snow-white skin and long, straight legs.

Feng Xihui is tall and slender, and such a simple black dress with suspenders is more dazzling than those modern big-name stars walking on the red carpet.

Her skin is brightly white, her slender neck is like a swan, her collarbone protrudes more or less, and the exposed butterfly bone on her back looks like the most exquisite painter has written a stroke on white paper.

"Ah, that's right!" Rong Ling suddenly thought of something, she slapped her forehead, and then rummaged through the boxes to find a necklace.

This necklace was originally intended for mannequins, but now Feng Xihui's neck is empty, and Rong Ling stood on tiptoe to put it on for her.

The necklace was not bought from a diamond jewelry store, but an industrial product that was uniformly purchased by the wholesale store, but it was abruptly worn by Feng Xihui to give it a high-end effect.

If Nu Wa used water and mud when making other people, then she must have used fine nectar and jade liquid and pearl powder when making the Fengxi emblem.

It's so beautiful, Rong Ling couldn't help staring at it, she licked her lips that seemed dry for some reason.

"Have you seen enough?" Feng Xihui asked her.

Rong Ling couldn't help but nodded.

The next second, Feng Xihui hooked her chin with her slender fingers, leaned over and kissed her.

Knowing what she was going to do, Rong Ling still couldn't stop his heart from beating in the face of such a cold and unparalleled Feng Xihui.

The temperature in the air kept rising, and Rong Ling could vaguely smell the faint fragrance in Feng Xihui's hair.

When he was dizzy from being kissed, Rong Ling said with his remaining rationality: "Don't...don't stay here, go to bed."

There is a room in the studio, which is specially reserved for Rong Ling to sleep and rest when he is tired.

Following Rong Ling's words, Feng Xihui put one hand on her back and the other around the back of Rong Ling's knees, picked her up across the air, and walked towards the inner room.

The sense of weightlessness made Rong Ling hug Feng Xihui tightly, and after confirming that she would not fall, she couldn't help but squeeze Feng Xihui's arm.

In the last world, she was a robot, so there was nothing wrong with being strong.

Why can he easily hug himself even though his arms don't have much flesh?

Before Rong Ling could figure it out, she was already put on the bed.

Facing Shangfeng Xihui's deep eyes, Rong Ling was a little afraid to look at her, but there was some anticipation in his heart.

The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, the curtains were drawn, and only the light from high street lamps along the street leaked in.

Occasionally, through the glass windows, the sound of cars speeding by can be heard.

Rong Ling gradually lost her strength. It was obviously cold, but her hair was stuck to the sweat on the back of her neck.

The long black hair was stuck to the white skin, as if someone had accidentally painted a few ink on the snow, which made people want to make it more dirty.

Feng Xihui's breathing was stagnant, and only Rong Ling with flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips could be seen in his eyes.

It's a pity that Rong Ling didn't know that Feng Xihui could see clearly even in the dark, she indulged tears from the end of her eyes, and bit her lower lip to try not to let out a hum.

Feng Xihui's eyes darkened, and she leaned over to cover her lips again, and opened Rong Ling's teeth with the tip of her tongue.

Rong Ling felt that although he didn't move much, his strength was exhausted.

She was lying on the bed as if her bones had been removed, she didn't even want to move.

It took a long time for Rong Ling's hand to finally regain her consciousness. She rubbed it in the dark and put her hand on Feng Xihui's shoulder.Feng Xihui only thought that Rong Ling was sleepy, grabbed her waist and took her into his arms.

Unexpectedly, Rong Ling's movements did not stop, but continued to move downwards.

"What are you doing?" Feng Xihui grabbed her slender and boneless hand.

Rong Ling licked his lips, leaned close to Feng Xihui's ear, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Don't you want to?"

Every time it was Feng Xihui who was doing this to herself, Rong Ling also wanted her to experience the same joy and pain.

Feng Xihui realized what Rong Ling wanted to do, and his eyes darkened.

She is a ruthless god, although she is not like those ruthless cultivators who can't be avoided, but before meeting Rong Ling, she never had the desire to be happy with others.

Even after the two met, Feng Xihui only thought that she and Rong Ling were acquainted friends.

After being hostile, they are not even friends.

It wasn't until in the illusion that Feng Xihui realized his other thoughts.

But it was just her dealing with Rong Ling.

Seeing Rong Ling lose his temper under his hands and be controlled by him will make Feng Xihui feel unprecedented satisfaction and joy in his heart.

As for what to ask Rong Ling to do, Feng Xihui didn't need it, nor did she want to be succeeded by her.

Of course Feng Xihui wouldn't speak her mind out, she asked Rong Ling instead: "Do you still have the strength?"

Her tone was indifferent, and Rong Ling's heart skipped a beat, secretly dreaming.

But it was too late, Feng Xihui's hand that was holding her wrist interlocked with Rong Ling's ten fingers, and pressed her hand on the pillow.

Her lips closed again.

The night is still long, and the small window seals a room, and naturally also seals those broken weeping sounds.

A waning moon was over the city. At first, the shadow was so vague that people could not see the light clearly, but it was even covered by dark clouds in a blink of an eye.

Wu Yun vowed to occupy the moon, no matter how obedient the moon was and begged for mercy.

The clouds and mist wrapped the moonlight densely, covering her gradually weak crying.

So the whole night, until the sun came out, and the golden light of the morning drove the night away.

The author has something to say: The counterattack failed_(:з"∠)_