Holding the big boss doll, the soft beauty is going crazy

Chapter 46 Davis Loffield, Crisis

Sheng Qianwei clenched her hands, having never felt so embarrassed before. She awkwardly picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and left in a hurry.

When she was going out, a black luxury car just passed by her.

In the room, Dong Qingran was still angry and looked at the housekeeper impatiently: "She's gone?"

"Let's go." Butler Dong nodded.

"Miss Sheng, do you have any conflict with Sister Ning?" Dong Qingran asked.

Butler Dong told him everything.

This was the first time Dong Qingran heard about this.

"Willing to leave for two years for love?" She sneered, "I'm afraid she is just being sentimental."

Dong Qingran was very upset and wanted to go upstairs, but the housekeeper was still standing beside her.

"Is there anything else?" she asked.

Butler: "Mr. Loffield's car is already at the door."

Dong Qingran's eyes lit up, the annoyance in his heart disappeared, and he ran out the door in a hurry.

At the door, a tall man walked towards this side.

His face was reflected by the brilliant skylight, and he walked under the golden light curtain.

The sunlight casts a cold and dazzling halo, and his sharp and powerful temperament makes him seem like a ruler who is born to be superior.

The eaves cast a shadow, and light and shadow cut into two worlds.

He smiled slightly, with the corners of his mouth curved and his eyebrows raised... the angle was just right, making him look like a pure and beautiful boy in a comic book.

Just like a slow motion scene in a movie, the moment I walked over, it seemed as if the whole world lit up.

The man's extremely superior height suppressed the light, enveloping the winter.

He leaned down, and his handsome face with clear contours appeared perfectly in front of Dong Qingran.

The corners of her narrow eyes were tilted up, and her amber pupils were filled with unspeakable affection.

Especially those sexy thin lips, which made Dong Qingran extremely yearning.

"Little Yiluo, did you miss me?" Davis Loffield lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.

Dong Qingran's English name is Eliotishir.

And Yiluo is a name that belongs exclusively to him, a kind of intimate name.

Dong Qingran's longing was about to overflow from her chest. She suppressed the impulse in her heart, crossed her arms over her chest, turned her head away, and said angrily: "Why should I miss a man like you who is away from home all day?"

The two families had originally agreed that Davis Loffield would temporarily stay at the Dong family's house.

But after coming to China, no one knew what he was doing. He even bought an apartment outside and hadn't been seen for half a month.

Even when he was away, his control over her became more and more severe.

Dong Qingran felt very unbalanced.

There was a light humming sound above my head.

Suddenly, a big warm hand covered my face.

Dong Qingran was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, her head was forced to face him.

I saw my own shadow in his smiling eyes.

That face also approached instantly and kissed her lips.

The warm breaths mixed together, the man's scent was extremely aggressive, and the whole world seemed to be occupied by him alone.

Dong Qingran closed her eyes contentedly, enjoying this intimacy after a long time...

……

Pearl Villa.

Butler Chen came up to greet her, "Madam, Miss Ning came here not long after you left."

Ning Ruochu paused slightly, glanced sideways, and asked in confusion: "What is she doing here?"

"He said he was worried about you and wanted to come and see you."

The relationship between the real and fake daughter is delicate.

But after all, she was the lady's "sister", so they treated her politely.

"He's still sitting in the living room." Butler Chen reminded.

It’s eight o’clock in the evening, and Ning Tinglian has been able to wait until now, which shows her great perseverance.

Ning Ruochu sneered in his heart.

She walked slowly forward with the help of the light.

The door opened. Ning Tinglian heard the noise, looked over, caught a glimpse of Ning Ruchu's figure, and immediately stood up and greeted her affectionately.

"Sister, where have you been?" She asked in a soft and caring voice, "I heard that your old illness has recurred. My parents and I are very worried about you, but they are too busy and don't have time to visit you."

Ning Tinglian held Ning Ruchu's arm and said angrily, "If you are not feeling well, you should rest well and stop running around."

Ning Ruochu lowered his eyes and glanced at her hand. He couldn't help feeling a sense of rejection in his heart, but he suppressed it.

Her face was graceful, like a blooming flower, showing a perfect smile.

"The doctor that Ah Heng found for me is very good. I am fine now."

"That won't work either." Ning Tinglian said firmly, "Your body is weak to begin with. The temperature suddenly dropped in the past two days, and it hasn't returned to normal. Be careful not to catch a cold."

"You just came back from outside. You haven't eaten yet, right? I'll take you to the restaurant."

Ning Tinglian considerately pulled out a chair and let her sit down, and she sat next to her.

When returning, Yeyue sent a message to the villa.

Mrs. Lin and the others prepared the food in time, and it was now hot.

After recovering from a serious illness, Ning Ruochu's diet, which originally focused on nutrition, completely changed to medicinal food.

The smell of Chinese medicine filled the entire restaurant. Ning Tinglian frowned, her expression showing pain for a moment, but she quickly concealed it and put on her usual smile.

The servant served Ning Ruochu with bowls and chopsticks, but ignored Ning Tinglian.

After walking for a while, Sister Lin suddenly remembered and apologized to her with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, Miss Ning, in the past, my wife always ate at the table, and the servants have become accustomed to it. Today, a guest suddenly came, and I accidentally neglected you. I will go and talk to them now."

Ning Tinglian's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, but she still smiled: "It's okay."

Talking about habits was just a reminder to her that she shouldn't stay here.

She was not angry, but instead held Ning Ruchu's hand.

"You must be feeling bad after such a big change. Now, everything has fallen on you again." Ning Tinglian gently stroked him, as if to comfort him, "You are not in good health, and you will not be able to bear so much all of a sudden."

Ning Ruochu's eyelashes drooped slightly. She raised her eyes, faced her, and said weakly, "I'm sorry to have made you worry."

"We are sisters, aren't we?"

Her voice was so gentle that no one could find fault with it.

"I know you've been resenting your parents for so many years. Everything I have should belong to you. I don't mind if you hate me."

Ning Tinglian paused, "But, we are a family after all. I hope you can understand your parents. They have never stopped looking for you. I sometimes feel jealous."

She smiled self-deprecatingly, with a hint of bitterness at the corners of her lips, which looked heartbreaking.

Ning Ruochu's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at her quietly and listened attentively.

It's a waste of her sister's talent to learn piano.

He should enter the entertainment industry, he would definitely be more famous than he is now.

The servants brought dishes and chopsticks.

Ning Tinglian continued: "My parents are a bit harsh in their words, but they still care about you in their hearts. Mom has always been a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. When you first got married, I saw her secretly crying a few times."

Tears?

Ning Ruchu knew in her heart that Madam Ning wished she had never given birth to her, so how could she cry for her?
She heard these words, but never took them to heart.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost harmonious, Ning Tinglian told him the purpose of this trip.

"Tomorrow night, you should go home. Our family hasn't been together for a long time."

"Yeah." Ning Ruochu nodded in a muffled voice.

She urged: "Don't worry about me. You've been waiting for so long. Eat something."

Ning Tinglian smelled the unbearable smell of Chinese medicine and felt disgusted. But under Ning Ruchu's gaze, she still suppressed her nausea and took two bites.

After dinner, Ning Ruochu wiped his mouth slowly and looked at Ning Tinglian who was pretending to be finished and eating slowly. It was clear that she would not leave today.

She didn't care and asked, "It's late now, why don't you stay here?"

"I'm sorry to have caused you worry." Ning Tinglian said politely.

We say we are a family, but when we really get along with each other, we feel so unfamiliar.

Ning Ruochu replied "Nothing" and asked Sister Lin to clean up a guest room.

I went back to my room, using the excuse of being too tired.

As soon as the door closed, a steady male voice sounded in my mind.

"Your family only treats you as a tool."

Luo Zhouheng should have said this to Ning Ruchu a long time ago.

But at that time, in his impression, she was just a pitiful and weak little crybaby, so he had to change his approach.

He lured the Ning family into his trap so that they would no longer dare to use Ning Ruchu to complete a deal.

"It's ironic, isn't it?" Ning Ruochu sneered.

She had been obsessed with something for twenty years, but her parents were disgusted with her.

Luo Zhouheng was silent for a while.

After a while, he asked, "How did you hide your identity?"

According to the information, Ning Ruchu grew up in a small village in the south of the city.

Twenty years ago, she was met by a kind couple who adopted and raised her.

Three years ago, the Ning family had a project in South City, and Ning Xiangchen needed to inspect it in person.

Unfortunately, an accident occurred and a blood transfusion was urgently needed.

Ning Ruchu was in the hospital at the time. The patient had the same blood type as hers, and the blood bank was short of blood, so she didn't think much about it and asked someone to draw blood from her.

Unexpectedly, problems occurred during the test.

Lymphocytes multiply aggressively, and this is most common among first-degree relatives.

Ning Xiangchen learned about this after he was out of danger and immediately requested a paternity test, the result showed that the two were father and daughter.

After being discharged from the hospital, he took Ning Ruchu home.

"I just need to delete and edit all the files related to me, and then bribe a couple with some money to play the role of adoptive parents." Ning Ruochu flicked the cotton doll's forehead with his fingers, "Boss Luo should know more about this kind of thing than I do."

"After all, you have a fully functional force under your name that is dedicated to doing illegal things for you." She curled her lips, raised the corners of her eyes, and there was a cunning gleam in her eyes.

"In life, there are always things that you have to do."

Luo Zhouheng's voice sounded vicissitudes of life, and suddenly became cold.

"But you staying with me is not."

Even through the cotton doll, Ning Ruchu could feel his cold and inquiring gaze.

When he first proposed marriage, Luo Zhouheng specifically asked about her willingness.

She said this home was too depressing and she wanted to escape.

But if one can forge an identity, one can also get rid of it.

Accidents, faked deaths, and disappearances made them believe that Ning Ruchu no longer existed, and it was easy for her to continue her new life.

Ning Ruchu had considered this.

Her eyes sank, she didn't want to say anything more, and casually threw the cotton doll on the sofa.

Being ignored, Luo Zhouheng felt very unhappy: "You haven't answered my question yet."

In the past, Ning Ruchu always listened to him.

Now that his true identity has been exposed, Luo Zhouheng thought things would be different from before, but the gap was hard for him to accept.

It’s like a piece of my heart is suddenly missing and it can never go back to its original state.

Ning Ruochu held onto the door frame, turned her head, and threw him a coquettish glance.

"Mr. Luo, do you want to watch me take a bath? I didn't expect you to have such a hobby."

Different from her previous soft and weak voice, her tone is gentle, adding a bit of charm, but it can touch people's hearts directly.

Ning Ruochu's eyebrows were curved, her posture was lazy, and her pair of almond-shaped eyes were sparkling, as if full of affection, which could easily make people fall for her.

Luo Zhouheng closed his eyes and stopped looking.

Ning Ruochu chuckled and sighed softly.

"Ah, Mr. Luo is so boring."

……

Winter family.

Dong Qingran and Davis were sitting on the sofa, watching a show with her delicate body slumped in his arms like a boneless corpse.

The phone rang suddenly, dampening their mood.

Davis picked up the phone without making any notes. He looked at the familiar string of numbers, his amber eyes sinking inch by inch.

He blinked, returned to his original appearance, and smiled at Dong Qingran.

"I'm going to take a call."

Her fiancé was busy with many things, but Dong Qingran never asked and just nodded.

Davis walked to the balcony and closed the window before answering the phone.

"Commander Night."

"Mr. Loffield." Ye Yue's voice was cold but polite, "You listened to my advice and stayed away from the underground martial arts training ground. It was the right choice."

Davis didn't want to talk about this, so he asked, "Is there any movement from the Brandon family?"

"Yes." Ye Yue answered, "No matter which country, it is not difficult to find people who are willing to work for money. Moreover, the commissions offered by the Brandon family are generous."

Davis was so angry that he slapped the railing hard and said calmly: "I hope Shadow Pavilion can protect our safety."

"That's natural." Yeyue smiled. "We will take precautions before anything happens, but we also hope that Mr. Davis knows that they will not give up."

The call ended, and Davis's hands clenched on the railing.

It took a while for me to calm down before I went in.

Dong Qingran held a bag of spicy strips and ate them with relish.

The lips were covered with chili oil.

She looked over. "Solved?"

"Yeah." Davis nodded with a smile.

He took two tissues, pinched Dong Qingran's chin, and helped her wipe her mouth.

"Why are you so careless?"

Dong Qingran threw the paper towel into the trash can and handed the spicy strips in his hand over.

"Try this. These Chinese snacks are my favorite!"

Every time I come to China, I take a few boxes with me.

Even if it's as far away as Amelia, someone has to transport it there.

Davis looked at the red, oily object with some disgust, but still tasted it tentatively.

While chewing, his pupils dilated and he nodded repeatedly.

He swallowed it and approved: "Not bad."

Dong Qingran knew he would like it, "This is a Chinese snack called spicy strips."

Davis doesn't speak Chinese, so the two communicated in English.

He learned to repeat: "Spicy strips?"

Dong Qingran nodded with satisfaction and pushed the spicy strips on the table to the middle.

"In China, you can eat as much spicy noodles as you want."

(End of this chapter)