The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

"Are rich people born to play with women?

Then their existence, in my opinion, is nothing but a defilement and a waste.

Since no one can shake their position! Then I will punish them on behalf of God! "

Rong Yanke's passionate speech in defense of injustice suddenly made everyone present fall into a period of self-reflection and silence.

Although they did not agree with her statement.

But one has to admit that her clichés touched a sore spot for most of the men present.

Yes!

Why start if you don’t love each other, and why waste time on each other?

When they couldn't figure out these questions, Rong Yanke gave them the answers.

"To put it bluntly, they are just greedy! They eat what is in the bowl and want to take what is in the pot. Why?

There is no such thing in the world!"

Zhuo Yicheng nodded.

“The last one.

So your girlfriend has similar thoughts to you, and you both hate men like this?"

The face is lovely and smiling.

"Yeah, people with different ideals can't work together! This is why she's worthy of my fascination."

Although Zhuo Yicheng's questions were common criminal investigation methods, it must be said that he was quite capable overall.

No wonder he was able to become the captain of the action team.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation. I'm done asking questions."

Zhuo Yicheng kept his word and nodded at her.

Afterwards, he lowered his eyes and sorted out the conversation recorded in the notebook.

The whole living room was dead silent.

The only sounds were the "swish" of the brush in Shi Rong's hand and the sound of Zhuo Yicheng writing as he recorded the content.

"Want something to drink?"

Maybe they think such silence will affect everyone's mood.

Shi Rong rarely looked up and glanced at Rong Yanke who was staring at her the whole time.

"Okay, any wine?"

Shi Rong smiled, as if he had guessed that she would make such a request.

"Give it to her."

"what?"

Zhuo Yicheng was stunned.

"Really?"

Shi Rong didn't care much and gathered his bangs that were scattered on his forehead.

"Since you're asking me for help, I can just take the blame if anything goes wrong, isn't that all?"

Zhuo Yicheng couldn't do anything to her and could only imitate the tone that Song Qianchen had used before.

"Okay, beautiful."

After a while.

Shi Yang brought a bottle of traditional white wine from Yinglongtang, took two wine cups, and poured a full glass of Rongyanke.

He gently pushed the other cup to Shi Rong's hand as usual.

“The brothers around you are quite handsome.

I haven't seen so many handsome guys in years. There are none in Orange is the New Black.

There are only a bunch of aunties who can rub feet."

Seeing Shi Rong pick up the cup and drink it all in one gulp, Rong Yanke also drank with her.

"If you hadn't met 'O', which of these brothers would you choose?"

The corners of her beautiful mouth curved up.

“I don’t think I’d choose anyone.

The clothes they wore were all of the same brand, 'Cordans Dun'.

This internationally renowned luxury brand men's clothing can only be purchased in specific high-end private places.

It’s just a piece of home clothes, but they can afford to wear such a good brand, which shows that their consumption level is much higher than mine.

For men who are not from the same world as me, I may take a second look at their looks, but I won’t fall deeply in love with them.”

Shi Rong laughed again.

"You are very familiar with the living habits of rich men, and you are also very self-aware."

Rong Yanke picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

Shi Rong raised his hand and waved to Shi Yong, who was sitting upright on the sofa. The latter put down his teacup and leaned over.

But Shi Yong obviously didn't understand the whispers about Shi Rong.

"what is that?"

Shi Rong thought about it and then whispered to him.

"Shacheng pickled powder."

Oh ~

Shi Yong nodded.

"No problem, 20 minutes."

Shi Rong: "Okay."

"This wine is good, sweet and refreshing, with a light floral aroma. Did you make it?"

Rong Yanke drank three glasses in a row. It was obvious that she liked the wine here very much.

So much so that after drinking it, I couldn't help smacking my lips.

“I didn’t make it, it’s my own home brew.

Every time I produce a new variety, I will give it a nice name.

For example, this bottle is called Maiden's Love."

"Otome love?"

Rong Yanke murmured and repeated these four simple yet complex words.

“No wonder, the bottle is engraved with the pattern of Kurume Otome, combined with the annunciation bird, which is an ancient symbol of love.

You have good taste. You must be hiding a lot of secrets in your heart, right?"

Shi Rong smiled.

“Everyone has secrets in their hearts.

Some are worldly attachments, and some are unforgettable memories.

There's nothing to be silent about, I'm just an ordinary person."

The appearance can shake the head.

"No, from your naturally beautiful face, I read the concept of 'hiding in the city'.

This shows that you are a person whose ability far outweighs your words, and you are not good at expressing what you think.

But the worse you are at it, the more people will force you to speak, because they want to know more about you.

It seems that the four words "vanity" have been engraved in your bones since you were born.

Because you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you have noble genes.

It will make all the men around you willingly revolve around you."

Rong Yanke raised her fingertips wearing silver handcuffs and pointed at Huo Jiuzhou, Shi Yang and the others.

“If it were other women, they would definitely be happy, but you are not happy.

Why? Are they not good enough to you? "

Shi Rong narrowed her beautiful eyes and threw the new picture she had drawn away.

“The simplest truth is that the poor always envy the rich for having enough food and clothing.

I yearn for freedom more than these.”

"Hahahaha~"

Rong Yan could be imprisoned for seven years, but all together, he didn't say as much as he did on the day Shi Rong did.

“You’d be really funny, if I weren’t a murderer.

Maybe we will be very good friends.”

Shi Rong took out a wet tissue and moistened the tip of his pen.

"Aren't we already friends?"

When Song Qianchen went downstairs with a few photos, Shi Yong's noodles were ready.

He brought it to Rong Yanke and gave her a pair of chopsticks.

"Child, eat."

Rong Yanke looked at the delicious Shacheng pickled vermicelli in the bowl, as if thinking about something.

"How do you know I like this?"

Shi Rong took out a photo given by Song Qianchen and placed it on the computer stand.

Zhuo Yicheng leaned over to take a look.

Why does this woman look so familiar? Especially her unusual short hair.

Who is she?

"I once read a book about travel. After visiting Shacheng, the author wrote:

"Every child who grew up in Shacheng longed for a bowl of authentic xianfen."

Rongyan didn't say anything else. She used the chopsticks in her palm to eat the special delicacy with just the right salty and sweet taste, bite by bite.

Shi Yong only cooked two taels of this bowl of noodles, but Rong Yanke took a long time to finish it.

Every bite is filled with endless aftertaste of cherishment and love.