Boss Ji's petite wife

In fact, Wen Shurong was not afraid of what Fu Wenxuan would dare to do. If he really fought against him, he might not be able to beat him.

Of course, he didn't dare to say such a dangerous thought, otherwise he would let Ji Hongye know, maybe he would sleep to death in the guest room.

"Okay, don't waste time, go take a shower." Ji Hongye took Wen Shurong's hand to light the fire everywhere.

Wen Shurong chuckled, "Brother Ye, do you want to wash together?"

"Tsk," Ji Hongye scolded softly, raised his hand and slapped Wen Shurong's buttocks, "Be honest."

Wen Shurong was actually just joking, if they really took a shower together, and if something happened in the bathroom, he would be the one who felt uncomfortable, so he jumped down and went straight to the bathroom with this in mind.

The housekeeper, Uncle Chen, looked at the time. It was still early, so he went around the backyard and looked at the flowers and plants that Ji Hongye raised before. They were all moved from the old house. They were very precious. He I basically have to visit twice a day.

After reading it, the butler went back to the front, but before he entered the room, he saw the lights on at the gate. He was stunned for a moment, and the security guard came to tell him that someone from the old house had come.

After the butler confirmed who it was, he didn't dare to delay, and while letting people go, he went upstairs to inform Ji Hongye.

On the first floor of the villa, Ding Zishu looked around, and finally landed on the cloakroom not far away.

"When was the first floor changed?"

Ding Zishu looked sideways at Ji Hongye and asked.

Ji Hongye sat across from the sofa, and when he heard Ding Zishu's words, he just replied indifferently: "It hasn't been long since I changed it."

Ding Zishu didn't say any more about this question, but looked at Ji Hongye and asked, "How did you think about what I told you last time?"

Ji Hongye frowned when he heard the words, at this time the housekeeper came over and put the brewed scented tea on the coffee table in front of Ding Zishu.

Ding Zishu nodded slightly, then picked up the teacup and took a sip, quietly waiting for Ji Hongye's answer.

"Mom, everything else is fine, but he can't."

Ji Hongye answered very simply, there was no trace of joke on his face.

When Ding Zishu heard this, he immediately put down the teacup in his hand, and his eyes turned slightly cold, "What do you mean he can't do it! I don't agree with this matter, and neither does your father! If you are not satisfied with the Miss Chen I arranged for you last time, I can…"

"mom!"

When Ji Hongye interrupted Ding Zishu, the corners of his eyes similar to the other's were sharp, "I only want Wen Shurong."

"You! You... have been fascinated by ghosts! What's so good about him, not to mention that he is a man, look at him now, he looks like a second-generation ancestor! What is worthy of you, what is worthy of you Come to our Ji's house!" Ding Zishu said with a knife in every sentence.

"I don't need how good he is, I just want him." Ji Hongye looked into Ding Zishu's eyes and said seriously.

"No, I firmly disagree!" Ding Zishu's tone was decisive, without any room for maneuver, "It is absolutely impossible for him Wen Shurong to enter the gate of my Ji's house!"

When Ji Hongye heard the other party's words, his face became more and more ugly. On one side was his mother and on the other side was his lover. He was usually handy in handling things in the business field, but this was a family matter, with no interests, only emotions.

He promised Wen Shurong that he would protect the other party and give him everything he wanted.

"Mom, we are already together, there is no way I will let him go, never."

Ji Hongye continued with a cold face: "It doesn't matter whether he enters Ji's gate or not, as long as he enters my Ji Hongye's gate."

When Ding Zishu heard Ji Hongye's words, he was slightly taken aback, and the expression on his face was a little stiff. This was the first time her eldest son spoke to her in such a blunt tone.

"You! Ji Hongye! Are you talking to me?! You..."

Ding Zishu's eyes are red with anger, Ji Hongye is her first son, thinking of her, the eldest daughter of the Ding family, Mr. Ding, who is the most powerful in the mall, is a mother for the first time, almost broke his heart for Ji Hongye, but now he listens to Seeing his son talking to him like this, suddenly a sense of loss surged up inexplicably.

Seeing Ding Zishu's expression, Ji Hongye knew that he had hurt the other person's heart by talking too much, so he lowered his eyes slightly, "Mom, I'm sorry..."

"Don't tell me you're sorry, I won't accept it!" Ding Zishu held his breath, his eyes were red.

At this moment, Wen Shurong came down from upstairs, with a trace of water in his eyes.

"Brother Ye, it's so late and you're here one by one"

Before he could ask the word 'what are you doing', he met Ding Zishu who was sitting on the other side of the sofa.

"Ah, auntie...you, why are you here..." Wen Shurong's heart tightened, and he swallowed.

Ding Zishu stared at Wen Shurong who was standing at the top of the stairs. He was wearing a loose nightgown, his hair was wet, and there was still a trace of moisture in his eyes, obviously just after washing.

It's so late, why is Wen Shurong here? !

"You go back to your room first."

Ji Hongye turned his head to see Wen Shurong, and said.

Wen Shurong's scalp was numb from Ding Zishu's stare, and when he heard Ji Hongye's words, he nodded quickly and wanted to go back.

"You stop for me!"

Ding Zishu suddenly stood up from the sofa and shouted loudly.

Wen Shurong's back stiffened, she stopped, and turned to look at Ding Zishu.

"Why are you at my son's house?" Ding Zishu glanced over sharply, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Wen Shurong opened his mouth in embarrassment, the other party's eyes were too similar to Ji Hongye's, and when he stared at someone with no expression on his face, it would always make people feel forgiven.

"I" heard the book and my face stiffened, and I glanced at Ji Hongye.

"Look what my son is doing, I'm asking you something!" Ding Zishu snorted coldly, looked at Wen Shurong, his tone was not polite.

"Mom, I'll take care of this one by one." Ji Hongye stood up.

"Shut up!" Ding Zishu interrupted Ji Hongye viciously, she still remembered what Ji Hongye said to her with a cold face just now!

"Well, Auntie, I...I'm just here...playing with brother Ye..."

Wen Shurong opened his mouth to explain that last time Ji Hongye told him that his mother did not agree with the two of them being together, and now looking at the expressions of the two of them, it is obvious that they did not agree.

"Play? Play what? What is there to play at my son's house in the middle of the night!"

"I..." Wen Shurong opened his mouth. In fact, when facing Ding Zishu, he couldn't help sneezing, because the other party always had that oppressive aura.

"Mom, that's enough, he lives with me now."

Ji Hongye took two steps forward to block between the two of them, and also blocked Ding Zishu's scrutinizing gaze from Wen Shurong.

"What?!" When Ding Zishu heard Ji Hongye's confession, he was shocked and sullen.

"Why do you?! Wen Shurong! You didn't hurt my son enough?! You didn't take his life, aren't you happy?!"

Ding Zishu has always looked down on Wen Shurong, not only because of the appearance of Wen Shurong's second generation ancestor, but because of the other...

"Mom, stop talking."

Ji Hongye suddenly interrupted Ding Zishu's words, a look of unnaturalness flashed across his face, but he soon returned to normal, he turned his head and said to Wen Shurong, "You go upstairs first."

When Wen Shurong heard what the two said, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, what... What does it mean to kill Ji Hongye?But looking at the two people's sword-tattling posture, he didn't dare to wait any longer, and quickly turned around and ran upstairs.

Ding Zishu breathed a sigh of relief, watching Wen Shurong leave, he couldn't help feeling angry.

"He made you lie in the hospital for a whole year! But he doesn't remember anything—"

"Mom, Rongrong was still a child at that time." Ji Hongye's expression was serious.

When Ding Zishu heard Ji Hongye's words, the anger in his heart couldn't go up or down, and his face became more and more embarrassing.

Wen Shurong, who was standing at the corner of the stairs, heard the conversation between the two, and his fingers that were leaning against the wall trembled.

He caused you to lie in the hospital for a whole year, but he didn't remember anything...

In the end, what do you mean...

Wen Shurong wanted to hear something else, but Ji Hongye ended the topic directly.

Back in the room, Wen Shurong was sitting on the bed, not knowing why, feeling very uncomfortable, what did he forget, what did he forget?

Lying on the bed, his mind was blank, Wen Shurong stared at the warm lamp above his head, his eyes slowly closed.

"Brother Ji, brother Ji, what are they doing?"

"Shh, don't talk."

"Why?"

The voices of both of them are very small, one is immature and the other is slightly juvenile.

And then.

There was a commotion in my ears, the sound of things falling into the water, and the voice of men cursing, mixed with a hint of impatience.

"Two of the goddamn escaped! Find it for me! I'll see where these two little bastards can go on the boat!"

The sound of messy footsteps intertwined with the sound of men cursing, and something fell into the water again, and the sound of splashing water was not clear.

"Don't you hear me out loud?"

"Why, Brother Ji is so dark here, Rong Rong doesn't want to stay here, Rong Rong feels uncomfortable..."

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

"Yeah, Rong Rong believes in Brother Ji..."

The two voices were hidden in the sound of the waves, a blur.

"Found it! These two little brats are over here!! Get the fuck out of me!"

"Don't hit him! He has a fever!"

"You still dare to run?! See if I won't punish you!"

"Hey, I'm still protecting the little one, okay, if I don't hit him, I'll fuck you, 卄!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The sound of water, noise, cursing and crying sounded together.

In the blurry picture, a thin figure was pressed into the water, struggling non-stop, pulled up and pressed into the water again, until his head hung down, as if he had lost his breath.

"It won't die, will it?!"

"He's a fucking benefactor! How can we get money when he's dead! 卄!!!"

After that, the noisy and cursing voices gradually disappeared, only the sound of the waves kept repeating but not in a loop.

The head is getting heavier and heavier...

"Don't...don't...let go, don't..."

"Rongrong, wake up, Rongrong..."

Familiar voice came to the ear, Wen Rongyou opened his eyes slowly