The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

In half an hour, other members of the studio will be coming to work.

Rong Ling endured the discomfort in his waist and stood up from the bed.

The moment her toes touched the ground, her legs were still shaking.

Feng Xihui is a pervert!

Rong Ling gritted his teeth and scolded her in his heart.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind, wrapping around Rong Ling's waist.

Feng Xihui hugged her, let Rong Ling sit on his lap, and put on her clothes one by one.

"Are you still at work today?" Feng Xihui asked.

How could Rong Ling have the strength to go to work, she pursed her lips angrily and refused to answer.

"Huh?" Feng Xihui leaned close to her ear and asked, her lips caressing Rong Ling's earlobe.

The ambiguous, warm breath went straight into Rong Ling's ears, itching so much that she couldn't help hiding, but could only shrink into Feng Xihui's arms.

"Not going to work..." Rong Ling had to reply in a low voice, "I'm going back to sleep."

Last night, Rong Ling was tossed about most of the time. She couldn't sleep at all, and she didn't have the strength to go to work.

"Then I'll take you back." Feng Xihui said.

She let Rong Ling rest next to her first, and cleaned up all the sheets and quilts by herself.

Rong Ling blushed when she saw it. She remembered that after the sheets were soaked last night, Feng Xihui got up and changed them to clean ones.

The two ate soy milk fritters at the breakfast shop outside before Rong Ling went home to rest.

Her house is rented outside the school. It's not big, but it's also clean and tidy. What Rong Ling likes most is the big bed. You can fall asleep with your eyes closed.

As for what Feng Xihui was doing in the house, Rong Ling, who fell asleep after closing his eyes, didn't know.

This time Rong Ling slept until noon, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Feng Xihui was preparing to make lunch.

She handled the dishes very quietly, as if she was afraid of waking Rong Ling up.

The room is already filled with the smell of someone's food.

Rong Ling couldn't help thinking, if he hadn't come to these worlds in a daze, his mother's meal should have been cooked when he woke up at this time.

Strange, why can't she remember what her mother looks like?

There are other relatives and friends, they are all just vague faces, as if these people never existed in Rong Ling's world at all, they were just imagined by her.

Could it be something wrong with his own brain?

Rong Ling was so skeptical, she tried to replace the object of her imagination with Feng Xihui.

Rong Ling sat on the bed and closed his eyes, Feng Xihui's face soon appeared in his mind.

Feng Xihui in this world is a bit bookish, with black hair and white skin, showing a calm attitude at any time.

Feng Xihui in the previous world was much colder, with an incomparably delicate face and dark brown eyes, like a pair of glass beads.

Although their appearances are different, their eyes are exactly the same. Looking at everything in the world, apart from a bit of god-like pity, they don't seem to have any emotional ups and downs.

Only when facing Rong Ling, there will be a different light in Feng Xihui's eyes.

Eye……

Rong Ling couldn't help frowning, she always felt that she had seen these eyes countless times before.

Sometimes there are tears, sometimes when the eyes are red, and sometimes there is resentment, grievance and disappointment hidden.

How could it be, since he had never bullied Feng Xihui, nor did he do anything wrong to her, Rong Ling suddenly had a headache.

The severe pain made her frown, and Rong Ling subconsciously opened her lips, as if trying to explain something.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke her world.

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Xihui asked after finding something was wrong.

Rong Ling opened his eyes suddenly, and the images in his mind were instantly dispelled.

"Nothing..." She shook her head feebly and replied.

Feng Xihui looked at her fixedly, pursed her thin lips, and felt something.

Rong Ling is not someone who can be mermaid, her consciousness is awakening bit by bit.

Someday, she'll more or less remember everything.

Even though he had expected this day, anxiety still spread in Feng Xihui's heart.

Now it was Rong Ling's turn to ask Feng Xihui, "What's wrong with you?"

Why do you look like you're nervous about something.

"It's okay..." Feng Xihui regained his usual calmness, "I'm just a little worried about you, since you're okay, you should get up and eat first."

After eating, Rong Ling began to take a nap in the dark again, not even knowing when Feng Xihui would leave his home.

Afterwards, Rong Ling tried to recall again, but the same symptoms as last time did not appear again.

She also went to the hospital for a brain checkup. The doctor said there was no problem, so Rong Ling was relieved to work.

In April, a new batch of summer clothes was about to hit the market, and Rong Ling went to Wang Qiang's factory to check and accept the new batch.

Both parties are old partners in cooperation, and Rong Ling trusts the quality of Wang Qiang's products, and this time is the same, the new batch of clothes feels good to the touch, and the workmanship is also fine.

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand, when he should have been happy, Wang Qiang was uncharacteristically frowning.

Rong Ling asked him if there was any difficulty.

"Hey, when we do business, we always worry about money." Wang Qiang said, "My factory seems to be in good business, but the rent and workers' wages have become more and more expensive in the past two years. The money earned minus the The cost, the profit is actually less.”

Rong Ling knew that Wang Qiang was negotiating a price increase for the next batch of goods in disguise.

She knew that what Wang Qiang said was the truth, and she didn't lie to herself, so she simply spread it out generously, and recalculated the future expenses with Wang Qiang.

After leaving the factory, Rong Ling had another plan in his mind.

No matter how expensive Wang Qiang's land rent is, it is only a few thousand yuan a month. If he knows the housing prices here in more than ten years, he will be shocked.

As the saying goes, a shop is prosperous for three generations, and Rong Ling is ready to move.

It's just that her current household registration is not in the city, so she can't buy a house locally.

Fortunately, Rong Ling graduated from college and is also a big taxpayer every year. The household registration problem, which is difficult for others, is not too difficult for her.

Two years later, Rong Ling successfully moved his household registration to the city.

Once she had a registered permanent residence, Rong Ling started to buy houses. The ones near the city center, the ones in good locations, and the ones near the station, she bought three houses in one go.

Nowadays, most people still rely on their work units to allocate houses. Everyone just thinks that Rong Ling doesn't care about how much money she has. On the contrary, if someone persuades her to start a business, she can't pay back the money all at once.

Even Ma Xiaoping clucked her tongue when she heard this on the phone: "Then do you still have any money? Mom hasn't made much money raising fish in the past two years, but she still has some spare money..."

"Don't worry, Mom..." Rong Ling interrupted her with a smile, "Just keep your money for yourself, don't doubt your daughter's ability to earn money."

What's more, the current house does not have the operation of down payment and loan, and Rong Ling takes all the money.

Although the money in her account has dropped by more than half for the time being, the business of the women's clothing store is booming, and it has opened branches in two other provinces. It won't be long before her pockets will swell again.

Rong Ling felt the happiness of Wang Duoyu in the movie.

When you have no money, you can’t wait to spend a penny in half, but when you have money, the money will generate money by itself, just like a continuous spring, wealth will always be born.

With Rong Ling's guarantee, Ma Xiaoping's family happily went to the city to see Rong Ling during the summer vacation.

Rong Ling drove the car he bought to pick them up.

The three younger brothers and sisters stared at the scenery of the city with their eyes wide open, their cautious and curious looks were exactly the same as Rong Ling who had just entered the city.

Rong Ling originally planned to take them to a restaurant for dinner, but Ma Xiaoping disagreed: "What are you doing with the money? Wait for me to make it in a while. The homemade ones are clean and delicious."

Rong Ling couldn't resist her, so he had to help her choose dishes in the kitchen.

Ma Xiaoping was very happy, chatted with Rong Ling, and mentioned that her younger siblings were doing well in school, and her younger brother who just entered the second grade was still No. 1 in the school exam.

As for the two younger sisters, one will take the college entrance examination next year, and the other will take the high school entrance examination.

Rong Ling had a plan in mind: "Mom, why don't you take them to the city to study. The educational resources in the city are good, and it's better to get used to it earlier."

Ma Xiaoping was also moved, but she was reluctant to part with the fish pond at home: "Then what about my business?"

Rong Ling said: "If you want to do business, you can do it here as well."

The child's future is of course more important than the business, Ma Xiaoping summed it up and happily accepted Rong Ling's proposal.

When school started in September, Rong Ling's family was reunited in the city.

Rong Ling gave the largest three-bedroom and two-living room house to his family, and he still lived alone outside.

After all, Feng Xihui still wants to come to her from time to time.

Over the past two years, Feng Xihui's position in her unit has been getting higher and higher, and those who are capable will work harder, and her work is also very busy, so there are fewer opportunities for the two to meet.Every time we met, it was dry wood that lit a raging fire, and it was on at one point.

Feng Xihui is a raging fire, and Rong Ling is a piece of dry wood that has been ground to nothing.

This weekend, Rong Ling, who was still asleep at ten o'clock due to overwork and exhaustion, was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

Feng Xihui, who was cooking in the kitchen, first asked who was coming through the door.

Ma Xiaoping heard this familiar voice: "Xiao Wei, you are here too, I am your Aunt Ma."

Rong Ling was shocked, and instantly got up from the bed.

A mess of clothes was thrown under the bed, and the close-fitting clothes were also mixed together. She hurriedly picked up these things, and stuffed the dirty sheets from last night into the closet.

After getting a signal from Rong Ling, Feng Xihui opened the door.

Seeing Feng Xihui in an apron, Ma Xiaoping said cheerfully, "I didn't expect you to be able to cook, Xiaowei. If anyone's family has a daughter-in-law like you, it's really a blessing."

With that said, Rong Ling who hurried out of the bedroom asked guiltily, "Mom, why are you here?"

"As a mother, of course I came to see you. I bought a bunch of Chinese toon at the vegetable market today. It will be gone after this season. I bought two catties and I will send you one catty."

Only then did Rong Ling notice that Ma Xiaoping was carrying a bag of vegetables.

"I'm sorry, Auntie." Feng Xihui reached out to take it.

"What kind of trouble is my own business?" Ma Xiaoping said, and she turned her head to teach Rong Ling again, "Is there anyone who treats guests like you? There is no reason why the master sleeps in the house and the guests cook. If others know, they will still accuse me. This mother didn't teach you well."