The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

How could Zhong Shuyi kiss her?

She was clearly just his righteous sister!

Rong Ling, who finally came to his senses, stretched out his hand suddenly, and pushed the unsuspecting Zhong Shuyi away.

"Hiss—" Accompanied by Zhong Shuyi's inhalation, Rong Ling saw her frown, as if she was enduring great pain.

It was only then that Rong Ling remembered that the position he pushed her just now seemed to be where Zhong Shuyi was hit by a burning wooden beam last time.

Although Zhong Shuyi's sudden kiss was indeed wrong, Rong Ling still couldn't ignore the injury she had suffered for herself.

Rong Ling turned his head sideways, licked his lips that were glistening with kisses, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Seeing her appearance, Zhong Shuyi's brows that were slightly frowned were relaxed: "I'm fine."

Her tone was sparse and normal, but Rong Ling was a little worried, she thought for a while: "Let me see your injury."

Only by seeing it with her own eyes can Rong Ling ensure that she can feel at ease, otherwise she will always harbor guilt in her heart.

Just like now, it was obvious that Zhong Shuyi had done something too much, but Rong Ling couldn't even get angry.

"No need." Zhong Shuyi sat up slowly and stepped back.

The more she refused to let Rong Ling see, the more anxious Rong Ling became. In desperation, she grabbed Zhong Shuyi's hand, and threw him on the bed regardless of her expression.

The upper body lost its balance, and Rong Ling fell into the opponent's arms. The tip of her upturned nose almost brushed Zhong Shuyi's cheek, causing a suspicious blush on Zhong Shuyi's face.

Rong Ling didn't pay attention so much, and just stretched out his hand--

The covering on Zhong Shuyi's shoulders was torn off by her, and Rong Ling's hand that was pulling on the material gave a pause.

Going down the slender neck like a swan, the shoulder that should be fair is a wound that was scarred only the size of a palm.

The scar is light pink, it should be the old scar faded, and the new scar formed after the wound opened.

Thinking of Zhong Shuyi making snacks for himself these days, and the shoulder joints must be moved, it's no wonder this wound doesn't recur again and again.

Rong Ling couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, and he had already forgotten about her kissing him forcefully: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Small injuries will always heal." Zhong Shuyi's eyes fell lightly on Rong Ling's crystal clear earlobe.

The soft meat is close at hand, so people can't help but want to take a bite.

Rong Ling was still half drunk, and didn't realize how hot the two of them were in their positions at the moment.Ambiguous.

She just frowned, and leaned closer to Zhong Shuyi's wound, so close that her lips almost kissed.

Zhong Shuyi froze all over, and in the next second, she felt the cool wind brushing against her skin, and it was Rong Ling who was carefully exhaling for her.

When she was a child, if Rong Ling bumped into something, that's how the nanny would cheer for her.

Blow it and it won't hurt.

Zhong Shuyi's hands had no place to rest, and they quietly clenched into fists.

Her mind seemed to be empty, she could only feel Rong Ling's soft breath passing by, and her hair was still slightly scented.

Just as Zhong Shuyi's mind drifted away unknowingly, Rong Ling was overwhelmed with alcohol, and was too tired to hold on. He closed his eyes and fell on her shoulders.

When she fell down, she was careful not to hit Zhong Shuyi's wound.

From this point of view, it was more like burying his face in the hollow of her neck.

Zhong Shuyi's body was stiff, feeling the even undulating breathing of the person on her body, and her hair rubbed against the skin of her neck, causing a strange itch.

After a long time, the corners of her lips turned up slightly, she rubbed Rong Ling's soft and thick hair, and gently helped her to the side.

Zhong Shu tidied up his messy clothes, took off Rong Ling's shoes and socks, put her on the bed, covered her with a thin quilt, and finally closed the door and left.

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Rong Ling slept soundly, and when he woke up, it was already dark.

She sat on the bed in a daze, her long hair was disheveled, and she was dazed for a while before finally remembering what happened.

The tip of his tongue subconsciously licked his lips, and there was a sharp pain on his lips—it turned out to be worn out before.

what is going on?Could it be that Zhong Shu has fallen in love with him?

Rong Ling was wondering blankly, when in the silence, a cannon shot suddenly rang out.

It wasn't that there was no sound of cannons in Beiping City in the past, but recently the commotion was as loud as in front of a house, and Rong Ling's ears were buzzing.

The things she was thinking about in her mind were blown away, she just wanted to know what happened: "Qiu Shui?"

Qiu Shui hastily came in with a lamp in hand: "Miss, what's your order?"

"What happened outside?"

"The servant doesn't know either, Miss, do you want me to go out and have a look?"

Saying that, Qiu Shui put down the lamp, and was about to turn around and leave, Rong Ling quickly stopped her: "Wait a minute, don't go out yet."

She could roughly guess what happened, it was nothing more than what the Japanese soldiers stationed outside the city were doing.

It's just that the sound of the cannon fire tonight is so fierce that it hasn't stopped since the first sound of the cannon, and the glass windows were shaken to keep making light noises. When Rong Ling looked up from the yard, the sky in the southwest was lit by the fire. Bright, there is no sign of stopping for a long time.

After a while, Mrs. Rong hurried over: "Is Ah Ling there? Did you go out?"

"I'm here." Rong Ling, who was originally sitting on a chair behind the flower platform, whose figure was covered up, appeared, "What's going on, Mom?"

It was the first time for the mother and daughter to see such a panic-stricken situation, and the unhappiness in the past suddenly disappeared.

Mrs. Rong held Rong Ling's hand tightly: "Just now your father called back and told us not to go out, it's not in the way, it shouldn't be in the way..."

While speaking, she patted her chest, as if she was comforting Rong Ling, but also comforting herself.

Rong Ling couldn't sleep, she and Mrs. Rong were on the sofa in the hall, the mother and daughter were sitting snuggled up, waiting for news from the phone.

After a while, Zhong Shuyi also came to the hall.

It was already past midnight at this time, if it was the past, Rong Ling would be in a dream, she was sleepy, but now she was trying her best to accompany Mrs. Rong.

Zhong Shuyi brought a thin blanket and covered her and Mrs. Rong: "If you're sleepy, go to bed first."

For some reason, Rong Ling's heart, which was tightly held, relaxed inexplicably when he saw her coming.

In a tense state, she had already forgotten what happened to the two of them before: "You weren't scared, were you?"

Zhong Shuyi shook his head and sat beside Rong Ling.

Under the crystal lamp, the big pendulum clock on the wall kept shaking, and in the hall of the three of them, only the sound of the second hand clicking and clicking could be heard.

Rong Ling finally couldn't bear it anymore and closed his eyes.

Zhong Shuyi's shoulders sank unconsciously, and she turned her head to the side, only to realize that it was Rong Ling who had fallen on top of her.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes cast a shadow in the eye sockets, her brows were still slightly frowned, as if she was worrying about something.

Like a petal on a branch in spring, knowing that his final ending is to be involved in the wind and rain, he still retains the last touch of beauty.

Zhong Shuyi's heart felt like being stabbed by a thin needle suddenly.

Mrs. Rong was sleeping soundly beside her.

Zhong Shuyi thought for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand, picked up Rong Linglian with a blanket, left the hall and walked towards the wing.

At this time of night, the corridor leading to the wing room is extremely quiet, except for katydids in the grass.

Although Zhong Shuyi walked steadily, Rong Ling woke up in a daze. She opened her eyes and saw the person holding her in front of her. She wanted to say thank you, but she was too sleepy to open her mouth.

She just stretched out her hand, afraid of falling, her arm wrapped around Zhong Shuyi's neck softly and bonelessly.

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After an unknown period of time, the sound of guns and guns rang out again, deafening in the silent night sky.

It was still dark outside, and the sky was still dark.

Probably because she was overly frightened, and seeing that no one was looking for her, Rong Ling let out a long sigh, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

The sound of artillery fire rang out outside the city of Peiping for a whole day, but the Japanese still did not enter the city.

In the quiet Rong's house in the past, the phone rang non-stop, and Mrs. Rong stood by the phone, chatting with her usual friends about yesterday's battle.

On the one hand, they wondered if the weather was going to change, and on the other hand, they comforted each other with luck—how could it be, it has been so long, maybe it was just a small conflict, a small friction, or just a misunderstanding.

As soon as the phone was hung up, the bell rang again impatiently.

Mrs. Rong held the microphone with her hand and took a few breaths before picking it up again.

She paused, then turned her head to Rong Ling who was reading the newspaper: "A Ling, I'm looking for you."

Rong Ling walked over to answer the call, and Ye Wangshu on the other end said, "Rong Ling, have you heard? The school will move to the south soon."

"Move school?" Before that, Rong Ling had vaguely heard of it, but when this day really came, it still felt unreal.

"That's right, I plan to go with the school's professors and classmates. My family also agrees, saying that it's always good to go out now to avoid the limelight, how about you?"

Rong Ling didn't know that there were her parents and relatives here, she was born and raised here, could she really just leave?

Unexpectedly, before Rong Ling could figure it out, the master Rong who hurried back to the house gave an order to let Rong Ling pack up and leave, the sooner the better.

Rong Ling's face was full of astonishment: "What about you? I'm leaving, what about you, Dad? And what about Mom?"

"Don't worry, we will find a solution." Master Rong has been in the mall for many years, and he does not panic when encountering major events. "The Rong family's family business is here, how can I just leave? You are still young, go hide for a while Days, it won’t be too late to come back after the limelight passes.”

"There will be relatives to take care of you at the other end, Ah Ling, if you go outside, don't be petty and be sensible."

Master Rong is usually busy with business matters, so he rarely talks so much with Rong Ling.

After he said a few words, Rong Ling realized that the tall father in his memory had hunched a lot at some point, and some white hair grew behind his ears.

Her throat choked, and she forced back her tears: "I see."

There is no need to say more about Yiyi's farewell, the servants are busy packing Rong Ling's luggage, and the housekeeper goes out to call a car.

In a short time, Rong Ling will leave this place that he has never left in the previous 18 years.

Mrs. Rong held her in her arms, and she didn't have time to chatter, so she turned her head to look at Zhong Shuyi with tears in her eyes: "Shuyi, you are more sensible than A Ling. When you get there, you must take good care of her."

Zhong Shuyi's throat moved: "Okay."

Compared with Rong Ling's big bags and small bags, her luggage was just a simple box. Suddenly, Zhong Shuyi put down the box in his hand.

She took a small step back, knelt down in the direction of Mrs. Rong and Master Rong, put her hands on the ground, and kowtowed heavily.

She is not good at words, this kneeling is to thank the Rong family for their kindness to her, and she also has a guilty conscience.

Mrs. Rong only knew one thing but didn't know the other, her eyes turned red immediately, she wanted to say something, but at this moment, she couldn't say a word, she just stayed where she was, watching Rong Ling and Zhong Shuyi get into the car.

The door slammed shut, the engine roared, and the dust flew away.

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Ever since leaving Rong's house, Rong Ling's ear has never been quiet.

On the peaceful streets in the past, now there are people fleeing in a hurry, and the train station is full of people.

Most of them were sallow and thin, with numbness written all over their faces, they could only push forward desperately, and no one cared to coax the children crying loudly.

Even though Rong Ling was led by a special person, and he got into the VIP car safely without having to squeeze through the crowd, but the wave-like crowd outside the car didn't care to talk much, Rong Ling seemed to hear countless voices.

The car started, with the siren buzzing, passing the river and the vast plain, Rong Ling saw those refugees who couldn't get in the car and could only walk on foot.

She took a lot of books with her when she left, and the VIP compartment was full of gentle people who spoke softly, and the chefs from the West served the train meals.

Rong Ling couldn't eat a bite, and didn't even turn a page of the book.

I don't know how many days have passed since day and night turned upside down, Rong Ling finally arrived at the destination while the train was wobbling.

This time she came to join her uncle, so it was inconvenient for her to bring the servants with her to pick up the luggage, so she had to do it herself.

Zhong Shuyi at the side reacted faster than her, and took all the heavy luggage, leaving only a small suitcase for Rong Ling.

Fortunately, rickshaws were waiting outside the station, and the drivers in white vests spoke dialects that Rong Ling couldn't understand, yelling at her to get in their cars.

Rong Ling reported the address of his uncle's house, and got into the car with Zhong Shuyi one after the other.

As part of the same family, Mrs. Rong had an incomparable life in the capital, and Rong Ling's uncle was not far behind in the local area, and he was one of the largest and most wealthy households in the area.

The coachman stepped hard and ran fast, and took Rong Ling to where she was going in a short while.

This house looks like an incomparable house, but it is also made of powder and silver, so it should not be underestimated.

Stopping at the door, Rong Ling walked forward carrying the wooden box, and was about to knock on the door when Zhong Shuyi's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Rong Ling."

Rong Ling turned around.

Zhong Shuyi put all the salutes beside her: "Take care."