My rival won't let me fall in love early! !

After tossing all night, Yuan Qingzhuo hugged him and lay down again.

Yuan Rong fell asleep, his peaceful sleeping face occupied his entire field of vision, his talking eyes were closed, his crow-feather eyelashes seemed to be still dripping with tears, and his full lips were also abnormally crimson. It looks very pitiful.The sound of even breathing came from the ear, Yuan Qingzhuo gently scratched the bridge of his nose, and the empty chest was finally filled with the joy of regaining what was lost.

With Yuan Rong around, it was rare for him to have a good night's sleep.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Driven by the tormenting biological clock, Yuan Rong slowly opened his eyes. He unconsciously wanted to reach out to turn off the alarm clock that hadn't sounded yet, and moved his arm a little, only then did he feel that someone was hugging him to sleep.

Turning his head, seeing Yuan Qingzhuo's deep facial features, he felt pain all over his body after a while, as if he had been crushed by a car all night.

The curtains of the hotel were drawn, and the room was still very dark. He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, and forced himself to crawl out of Yuan Qingzhuo's warm embrace to get the mobile phone on the bedside table. He hasn't confirmed whether the professor has a schedule today. He can't be late.

Muscle soreness affected his whole body, but he just supported the bed and moved his arm. The strong numbness instantly awakened Yuan Rong's consciousness. He frowned and let out a painful cry.

Facts have proved that the tactic of selling miserably is useless. Shedding tears will indeed make Yuan Qingzhuo a little gentler, but she still has to go through the necessary links, and it will even be exacerbated because of the tears.

Just as he tremblingly went to pick up the phone with his upper body naked, Yuan Qingzhuo slowly opened his eyes.

He silently looked at Yuan Rong's back covered with bite marks, and saw that the leaf was still outlined on his white waist. As the movements stretched, the smooth ridges and butterfly bones appeared, and the horns could not fall off. It hung around his waist, as if tempting to help him pull it off.

Yuan Qingzhuo's eyes darkened, and the hand under the quilt held Yuan Rong, caressing her once and for all, her voice was hoarse: "What are you looking for?"

Yuan Rong shuddered and was dragged back by him. Soon, Yuan Qingzhuo straddled his back and locked him firmly in the bed. , Rongrong, I didn't gag you."

"You...you're awake anyway," Yuan Rong didn't dare to act rashly. It was early in the morning and everyone was very impulsive, so don't delay the day's schedule because of impulsiveness, "Why don't you go down first and get my phone for me."

Yuan Qingzhuo smiled, as if he wanted to fight against him, he hugged Yuan Rong and sat on the bedside, the mobile phone was close at hand, but he said: "My hands are too busy, you can take it yourself?"

Yuan Rong was sitting in his arms, and he clicked on the phone. There were a dozen missed calls from Jiang Zhe, and there were even dozens of unread messages. on the back of his neck.

"Should I explain to me what is the relationship between the two of you now?"

Yuan Rong struggled a little as if a gun was pointed at him to speak, and the necklace on Yuan Qingzhuo's neck made him tremble: "We don't have anything, just, he seems to have a problem with his mind."

Yuan Qingzhuo put his arms through his waist and locked him tightly.

"I'm so busy outside, how can I think about Jiang Zhe's affairs." Yuan Rongzheng didn't know how to explain Jiang Zhe's strange behavior, when someone behind him interrupted: "What's wrong with you here?"

Yuan Rong looked down at the half-palm-sized bruise on the ribs, and his eyelids jumped: "This... I got it accidentally at the ski resort. I wanted to raise it for a while and wait for it to heal before returning to China. Also, I don't want you to see it either."

"Is it because of this that I can't see me?" Yuan Qingzhuo stroked the wound, and suddenly remembered that Yuan Rong was crying and crying about the pain last night. I'm afraid he said that because he encountered this wound, but Yuan Rong's ribs The injury looked deep and was clearly not caused by skiing.

"Otherwise," Yuan Rong curled her lips, "I've already thought about how to prepare a surprise for you two months later, who told you to go after the Tang family first."

Yuan Qingzhuo's expression was as usual, he didn't continue to ask, but pinched his face: "It's so stupid."

Since Yuan Rong didn't want to say anything, he always had a way to pry his mouth open.

Let him go today.

Yuan Qingzhuo took him to get dressed, and the two of them went to the bathroom to wash up. Outside the bathroom, the floor-to-ceiling mirror was covered with suspicious white marks. With a little effort, he immediately took out a few pieces of paper to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces.

The two of them each had something to do, so they separated after breakfast together. Before leaving, Yuan Qingzhuo asked Yuan Rong to leave a new phone number. Yuan Qingzhuo asked, "Parents suddenly let you come back because What reason?"

Yuan Rong blinked: "I don't know either."

"Really?" Yuan Qingzhuo raised his eyebrows, "So they agree with us?"

Yuan Rong shook his head violently: "At the beginning of the year, my parents came to visit me... They haven't mentioned this matter yet."

Seeing that Yuan Qingzhuo looked out of the ordinary, he asked back: "Didn't you stay in Shicheng all the time, didn't your parents tell you?"

Yuan Qingzhuo was silent for a long time before saying: "I have been busy with work since you left and rarely go home."

Hearing this, Yuan Rong opened her lips slightly, suddenly not knowing what to say.

It seems that they haven't had a good time for more than a year.

The car had already parked outside the hotel, and through the glass door, Yuan Rong saw Yuan Qingying's assistant appearing and waiting for him by the side of the road, so she was too embarrassed to tell him about it.The two officially parted at the hotel entrance.

Yuan Qingying changed the car, and Yuan Rong stared at the car logo for a long time but didn't recognize what kind of car it was. He knew it must be expensive without guessing.

In the past so many years, Yuan Qingzhuo left him with only a handful of backs. In my impression, Yuan Rong left first every time. Yuan Qingzhuo stood behind him and looked at him, waiting for him to turn around.This time the roles of the two were reversed, Yuan Rong felt empty and felt a little uncomfortable.

In the afternoon, he went to the seed research base with the professor to do research. The event ended early, and the professor booked two tickets to the City Concert Hall and invited Yuan Rong to watch it with him.

They had dinner together on Huaxie Avenue in the city center, and then drove to their destination. The moment they sat down in the concert hall, Yuan Rong's cell phone vibrated suddenly.

It's an unfamiliar number.

He asked for leave with his teacher and went to the corridor to answer the call. A cold, programmed alto voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, is this Mr. Yuan Rong? If you are free now, can you come to answer the call?" What about Mr. Yuan?"

"Original... what happened to him?"

"President Yuan is fine, but tonight I'm going to participate in a private banquet on his behalf. I'm afraid it's inconvenient to send him back. President Yuan said he wants to see you. If you have time, please come over," as if he was afraid that he would refuse , the female voice paused, and then said, "The original general manager is very nervous. I will fly back to Shicheng tomorrow. I hope you can think about it seriously."

Yuan Rong glanced at his watch: "Then don't think about it, tell me the address, and I'll go right now." After talking on the phone with his assistant, he returned the same way and asked for leave from the professor, and immediately took a taxi to Yuan Qingying to attend the meeting banquet.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that Tangjia City is full of the Jiang family's properties. The bustling night scene is full of traffic, the high-rise buildings on the roadside are shining with dazzling neon lights, and countless giant screens are constantly scrolling to play a man in a tuxedo. Only between traffic lights, those electronic screens will flash other advertisements.

Entering the building where the reception was held, Yuan Rong followed Assistant Yu's instructions and entered the elevator. The moment the elevator door closed, one hand firmly blocked the metal door panel.

A tall man in a white suit appeared in front of him and smiled at him: "Sorry, do you mind if I ride with you?"

It was the mixed-race man who played the posters in reincarnation on the street!

Yuan Rong quickly waved his hand: "I don't mind."

Then the two of them took the elevator together to the floor where the reception venue was located. Along the way, the aura passing around them was too strong. Yuan Rong deliberately avoided direct communication. The man probably realized that he made him feel a little uncomfortable. , just smiled silently, trying to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

This dinner gathered almost all the celebrities in Tangjia City. As soon as he entered the door, men and women in colorful dresses walked past Yuan Rong, and the choking smell of perfume made him frown involuntarily.

The mixed-race man seemed to be used to such scenes, and he was about to walk towards the center of the venue with his long legs. After walking a few steps, he turned around and looked at Yuan Rong who was hesitant at the door, and asked loudly: "I remember you Yuan Rong?"

Yuan Rong looked at him.

"Are you looking for your brother?" The man hooked his hands, "It's smoky here, it's hard to find by yourself, I can take you there, don't worry, since Yuan is always Zhiye's friend, he is also my friend, we It won't hurt you."

"I didn't mean that," Yuan Rong said, "I just don't know what you call it."

"My surname is Xie, Xie Wen," he led Yuan Rong to a round table filled with goblets, tapped the table with bent fingers, and turned his gaze to the VIP rest area directly in front of him, "They are inside, probably It will be over soon, I still have something to do, so I will leave first."

"Thank you sir." Yuan Rong thanked him very politely, and felt something was wrong after speaking.

Xie Wen looked at him amusedly, conjured a card out of nowhere and put it in his hand: "I'll contact you when I have time." After saying that, he turned and left.

Yuan Rong glanced at the words above: Conductor of the Italian Philharmonic Orchestra.Unexpectedly, this person is still an artist, no wonder his temperament is obviously different from those of those businessmen.

After Xie Wen left, he wandered around for half a circle, took out his mobile phone and called Yuan Qingying, wondering if it was because he was busy talking about things, Yuan Qingying didn't answer right away.Yuan Rong waited for another 10 minutes, and gradually, more young men and women surrounded him.

It is now May, and the north is entering summer, and the weather is hot during the day. He only wears an ordinary white sweater and a pair of jeans. He is completely different from the well-dressed men and women here, which provokes a lot of people. People look at him.

One of the boys, who looked to be about the same age as Yuan Rong, came up to him in a delicate suit and asked, "Dude, are you here to find Dad too?"

"?" Yuan Rong was confused, "My father isn't here, I'm here to find my brother."

"...Ah, hey, it's okay, don't dad and brother mean the same thing, they're all for fun, I know," the boy chuckled, "Which company is your brother the president of?"

This Yuanrong really doesn't know.

"I don't know? Are you newly introduced?" The boy snapped his fingers, "That's not right. There are seven bosses sitting inside. President Jiang has long since given up his lover. Two are from outside Shicheng. Then There are only four left, but we count you as five here."

Now Yuan Rong understood what he meant, and after a while, he felt a little uncomfortable.This is the first time he has seen the contractual relationship in the adult world with his own eyes, and it reminds him of a classmate he once knew...

This is certainly not a good thing.

"Speak up," the boy came up and patted him, and the sweet scent poured into Yuan Rong's nose, "Today is the anniversary celebration of the Sino-French Cooperation Fund held by Feng Jiang and his family, you should dress more formally, otherwise Your father, oh no, it's your brother, he will feel ashamed."

Yuan Rong didn't know how to answer this question, so he simply turned off the microphone and remained silent.

The boy introduced himself as the little lover of the director of Tangdu TV Station, and then grabbed him and chatted about his monthly salary to the hobbies of the patron, from the frequency of his monthly attendance to the main room of the patron’s father, and finally asked quietly: “So your brother’s name is what name?"

Yuan Rong closed her eyes: "I don't have such a big brother."

"What about Dad?"

"I don't have such a father either."

The boy didn't believe it, so he grabbed Yuan Rong and asked questions. At this time, Yuan Qingzhuo and Jiang Zhiye came out of the rest area one after the other, followed by three or four men in suits who were talking.

"Then what are you here for?" the boy asked.

"I'm here to pick up my brother, my dear brother," Yuan Rong paused, "not dear, but you can understand that we are brothers."

"What are you talking about here, hahaha, it's really interesting..." The boy was about to speak, when he saw the person coming out of the rest area, he immediately ran over and threw himself into the arms of a middle-aged man, as if he had changed He said softly like someone else, "Master Qiu, why did you come out now?" In front of everyone, the middle-aged man raised his hand and squeezed his buttocks twice, and said with a good mood: "Isn't this waiting for you?" Will you take the initiative to send it here?"

The voice was so soft that it made goosebumps all over the listener's body. Everyone present looked at him in unison, and Yuan Rong's brows tightened up and down.

"See, learn a little bit," Jiang Zhiye shared his experience with Yuan Qingzhuo beside him, "Just learn from this, and Yuan Rong will definitely benefit from it."

"Say a few words, my brother is here."

Yuan Qingli ignored him, and walked straight past him to Yuan Rong at the dining table, and took his hand actively: "When did you come, why didn't you call me?"

Yuan Rong felt countless eyes staring at him, he avoided everyone's eyes uncomfortably, and whispered, "I called you, but you didn't hear."

Yuan Qingzhuo took out his mobile phone suspiciously, and found that there were indeed several missed calls, and his face suddenly sank.Seeing that he was about to get angry with himself, Yuan Rong hurriedly said, "It's okay, let's go now, I haven't waited very long, and Mr. Xie also chatted with me."

Everyone watched helplessly as the man called Mr. Yuan followed Yuan Rong obediently, without saying hello or giving anyone a look.The boy who struck up a conversation with Yuan Rong said in surprise: "Master Qiu, who is that young man?"

"That's Mr. Yuan's younger brother. When we meet in the future, speak politely and don't offend him."

No wonder, no wonder that person just explained that he was here to pick up his brother, but the two of them don't look like pure brothers. Mr. Yuan looked at him almost with eyes drawn, just based on his intuition, these two people are definitely not simple!

Jiang Zhiye, who had witnessed the whole process, had a few veins on his forehead.

He also said to let him teach Yuan Qingzhuo how to chase his wife. It seems that there is no need to chase after him. This kid is ten years younger than him, and he has more experience in relationships than him. The little lover still throws himself into his arms and takes the initiative to persuade him. With a few words, Yuan Qingzhuo hooked people away with a look.

Jiang Zhiye couldn't help trembling, fuck, I can't stand it.

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