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

Chapter 51 A letter from an old friend: She is my idol

The Ning family had done something wrong to her before, and now they have done something so excessive. With a little guidance, public opinion will be in favor of one side.

Ling Chuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he remembered something, and asked, "Commander Ye, what information did you find out about the assassin who attacked Madam that night?"

"You should ask Shura Island about this."

Ling Chuan's pupils were deep, and his five slightly curled fingers were clenched, holding the phone.

"Almost a month has passed, and they haven't made any progress?"

Yeyue was also a little puzzled, but she knew the interrogation methods of Shura Island very well.

There has been no news for such a long time, I guess you have encountered some big difficulties.

Her voice was slightly cold: "Sending that killer over there is my last connection with Shura Island."

Ling Chuan's face darkened, his cold, dark eyes dim and unclear.

As Luo Zhouheng's security agency, Shadow Pavilion's personal protection personnel have the right to know any information that may be threatening to the client.

What's more, Yeyue is the commander and can basically access all the confidential information on Shura Island except for the top level.

He originally thought it was a member of the Luo family, but now it seems that the other party has a higher status than he imagined.

……

In the bedroom, Ran Yunqing held a cotton swab in his hand and helped Ning Ruchu treat the wound.

Ran Yunqing took one look at the fine and dense cuts and knew what had caused the injury.

An outsider would also feel distressed.

She raised her eyes and looked at Ning Ruchu's expression. He still looked as if he didn't care about anything and was watching the cartoon quietly.

He felt unexpectedly depressed, but he didn't dare show it in front of Ning Ruchu.

After applying the hydrogen peroxide, Ran Yunqing calmed down and asked, "Do you want to put on a bandage?"

Ning Ruchu finally moved, slowly turned his head, and looked at the tiny wound on his hand.

Looking up, a pair of almond-shaped eyes stared at her quietly, with a clear meaning——

is it necessary?

Ran Yunqing explained: "The people in the villa treat you like a treasure, so shouldn't I be more careful?"

After putting away the medicine box, she sighed: "Luo Zhouheng is quite good to you."

"Yes." Ning Ruochu stroked the cotton doll's head and looked at him quietly, "He is really good to me."

Inside, the silent soul shook slightly.

As Ning Ruchu's fingertips gently scratched it, the soul was also pulled in.

It itches, as if feathers are falling lightly.

Ran Yunqing stood up and turned to say goodbye to Ning Ruchu, and saw her stroking the cotton doll, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a peaceful smile.

She had never seen such an expression before.

Look down and focus on the cotton doll.

"Are you taking this baby too seriously?" Ran Yunqing was puzzled.

On the day of the funeral, in order to find the cotton doll, she went out in the snow, risking being discovered by Ling Chuan, and even hacked into the surveillance camera at the Luo family's old house.

Moreover, Ning Ruchu seemed to have been holding it since she came over.

Ning Ruochu said calmly: "My psychologist said that I need it."

"But don't you have a lot?" Thinking of her previous explanation to herself, Ran Yunqing couldn't help but condemn, "Luo Zhouheng is very good to you. Isn't it a bit too much for you to curse him?"

People are dead.

"Curse?" Ning Ruochu was stunned for a moment, then looked at the cotton doll in his hand, and suddenly recalled what he had said to Ran Yunqing.

"I'm just trying to relieve the loneliness when my husband is away. How can it be called a curse?" she said as a matter of course.

Ran Yunqing shrugged, "If you say so, then so be it."

She took the medicine box, said hello to Ning Ruchu, opened the door and left.

"Curse?" Luo Zhouheng's smiling voice came into his mind, with a hint of sarcasm, "So my wife wants me to die so much."

The pair of eyes that had already been empty suddenly became deep and dark, like a bottomless abyss with no bottom to be seen, so cold and terrifying.

Ning Ruochu closed the computer, lay on the bed holding the cotton doll, with a calm expression.

She raised her eyes, smiled brightly, and said teasingly, "It's not easy to get my husband to recognize my identity~"

Even in public, Luo Zhouheng addressed her using words like "Madam" or "Mrs.", and he had never heard her say "wife."

Ning Ruchu supported his chin, the cotton doll lay flat in front of him, and his other hand was drawing circles on its chest.

Round and round, very gently and very slowly.

It seemed as if ripples were spreading in Luo Zhouheng's heart.

Having become a soul, he lost his body's instinctive reactions and lacked the physiological expression of emotions.

But at this moment, Luo Zhouheng felt his heart suddenly stop.

It was as if something was bewitching him.

Luo Zhouheng tried his best to stay awake and asked, "What's the curse?"

Ning Ruochu asked back: "You don't trust me?"

Luo Zhouheng immediately responded: "Of course not."

She had the power to curse someone to death, but that person would not be the one she had gone to so much trouble to bring back from the gates of hell.

"I don't like cotton dolls." Ning Ruochu said calmly, "I want to save face, so I need to think of a reason. I told her that my psychologist suggested that I vent from time to time, and I can only use dolls and the like."

"So, she thinks that you often use violence against this doll, which is why she calls it a curse?" Luo Zhouheng asked.

After all, the doll was made in his image.

"Yes." Ning Ruochu nodded, "After all, you have deprived me of my freedom."

Luo Zhouheng: “…”

"When we got married, you and I both volunteered!"

Ning Ruochu covered her head with a pillow, looking like she was saying "I don't want to listen".

Luo Zhouheng felt even more helpless.

……

When Mrs. Lin and a few servants brought the food into the bedroom, Ning Ruchu was lying on the bed with her face covered, sobbing slightly from time to time.

I want to cry, but I don’t dare to.

The servants felt sorry for her but didn't dare to say anything.

"Madam, the food has been placed in the small dining room. You are not in good health, so remember to eat and don't starve yourself."

Mrs. Lin looked at the figure on the bed with lingering eyes, sighed heavily, and closed the door.

Ning Ruchu got up from the bed, hugged the cotton doll, took her laptop, and went to the small restaurant.

Luo Zhouheng felt very depressed because his soul was imprisoned and his behavior was restricted.

The desire for a body that could be controlled by itself reached its peak.

Although he thought it was ridiculous, he still asked, "Can you revive me?"

Ning Ruochu moved the dinner plate to make room for the computer and said casually, "No."

Luo Zhouheng felt depressed.

It seems that he is overthinking.

Before I was completely disappointed, I heard another sentence: "Because you are not dead."

Luo Zhouheng concentrated, understood what she meant, and asked in a different way: "Can you let my soul return to my body?"

"Hmm." Ning Ruochu nodded.

Luo Zhouheng was shaking and felt like he was in a dream.

The cold and wandering soul becomes even more ethereal.

After a moment of trance, his voice sank: "Who are you?"

Ning Ruchu looked over and lightly touched the cotton doll's forehead with her fingertips.

"Of course she's your wife, idiot~" The light and rising ending tone makes the soul inside feel very uncomfortable.

After teasing Luo Zhouheng, Ning Ruchu was in a good mood and even ate with much more joy.

A cheerful hum came to his ears, and Luo Zhouheng glanced at Ning Ruchu, feeling very complicated.

Ning Ruchu, who usually took him with him wherever he went, just left him in the car today.

The conflict between her and her family had long reached an irreconcilable point, and it was only because of Luo Zhouheng's intervention that this false family affection could be barely maintained.

The Ning family is very concerned.

More importantly, he felt no guilt towards Ning Ruchu.

Therefore, when she got married, Luo Zhouheng explained to her that she could travel domestically or abroad, or go back to Nancheng to visit her adoptive parents, but she could not go back to the Ning family.

At that time, in his heart, Ning Ruchu was still a simple-minded child who was easily exploited.

At the same time, he felt guilty for easily deciding her lifelong affairs.

But now, seeing her true face, Luo Zhouheng felt that all his previous guilt had been wasted!

He knew very well that such a smart woman with a great background would never marry him.

……

I was watching a cartoon with great interest when my computer screen suddenly went black.

Ning Ruochu's eyes and eyebrows were filled with restlessness. He put down his chopsticks, leaned back, and draped one arm loosely on the back of the chair, looking carefree and casual.

Two seconds later, the computer suddenly moved.

The man on the screen had an unkempt face, a thick beard, and thick curly hair, exuding his unique tough guy aura.

"An Ruili, do you miss me?" the man teased.

The cotton doll next to the computer was startled when it heard the voice.

He wanted to see who the other person was, but he couldn't move, and the aura around him suddenly turned cold.

Ning Ruchu ignored the sudden chilly aura emanating from the cotton doll and glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer. It was almost half past ten.

The time difference between Amelia and China is nearly twelve hours.

She responded in the same tone: "Baby Bear finally went to bed on time after listening to his mother's lullaby?"

The man raised an eyebrow, "You know I wrote a suicide letter four years ago, running away from my alcoholic mother who brought a different man home every day."

"I know." Ning Ruochu straightened up, her chest curvature proudly, "I mean the mother who breastfed you."

The powerful laughter was mixed with subtle electric currents, making it sound even more magnetic.

Luo Zhouheng had a gloomy face and stared at Ning Ruchu who was sitting in an unruly posture.

Where did she learn these words?!
"No, I just haven't slept yet." The man was depressed, "Besides, I just broke up."

"That woman must have saved the world." Ning Ruochu said casually and teasingly.

The man didn't want to talk about these sad things, so he went straight to the point: "Rodgers announced his retirement from the game. I don't know if you've seen the news."

Ning Ruochu: "No."

"What?!" The man was incredulous. "You mean, not only have you retired, but you're also not interested in racing anymore?"

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

The woman in front of me is a legend, reported by major media as the queen of racing!
Many miracles were left on the field.

Such a crazy woman is actually not interested in extreme sports?

"You have to be kidding." The man was sure.

Ning Ruochu smiled softly, "Reynard, when you own an entire island and have maids to help you dress and even feed you, all you want to do every day is lie down and wait for them to serve you."

"I know you have money, but an island?" Reynard sneered and shook his head. "That's ridiculous."

Ning Ruochu said lightly: "I married the richest man in China."

Leonard's expression froze for a moment, his pupils widened, and he was stunned for two seconds before he shouted in disbelief: "OMG! You must be kidding me!"

——You have to be kidding me.

Ning Ruochu shrugged, "Whatever you think."

"Oh my God..." Leonard felt an unprecedented shock.

Who would have thought that the netizen who chatted actively with him was actually a wealthy wife!
"Does your family still need a servant?"

As he spoke, his fingers quickly tapped the keyboard, searching for the richest man in China.

When I saw the news of the man's death, my high spirits suddenly turned low.

"You're kidding me, the man is dead."

"Yes." Ning Ruchu responded indifferently, "I am now a truly wealthy woman."

Leonard: !!
"My dear goddess, I am willing to do anything you ask me to do, even if it means cleaning the dirty sewers alone!"

Her expression was humble, and it was hard to associate her with the person who had just verbally teased her.

Ning Ruochu was still eating and didn't want to listen to these things.

"What happened to Rogers?"

The topic got back on track, and Leonard explained to her: "Roger said in an interview that competition could not satisfy him and he wanted to pursue a higher world. Of course, we all know that he is actually pursuing you. After all, you are his idol."

"I'm married." Ning Ruochu raised her eyebrows, looked up, and asked seriously, "How much money did he give you?"

"30,000 dollars for your email address."

Ning Ruochu complained: "You are so poor."

"Wait, you mean, did I lose money?" Leonard asked panicked.

"It's not a big loss." Ning Ruchu said casually, "It's just one zero short."

Leonard cursed: "Only shit!"

The loud roar went through the screen and hit Ning Ruchu's eardrums.

She rubbed her ears, typed a few characters on the keyboard with her fingertips, and cut off the communication.

Luo Zhouheng's voice immediately sounded: "Who is that man?"

"Friend." Ning Ruochu responded casually.

Carefully listening to his dull tone, Ning Ruochu raised the corners of his eyes, supported his chin with both hands, and looked at the cotton doll in front of him with interest.

"My husband is not jealous."

Luo Zhouheng closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Just reminding you to stay away from such people."

A very pleasant laugh came from above his head, which seemed to resonate with his soul.

Ning Ruochu said in a cheerful tone, "I will listen to my husband."

Luo Zhouheng's soul trembled.

It’s not that I feel repulsed by this title, it’s just... there’s an indescribable feeling.

I can’t tell whether I like it or not.

……

After dinner, Ning Ruochu lifted her hair, making it messy.

She put the computer back in its place, rang the bell to call the maid, and then lay down on the bed again.

Two maids came in cautiously, glanced at Ning Ruchu lying on the bed, and could faintly hear sobbing.

They looked at each other, said nothing tacitly, and quietly cleared the plates.

I felt even more distressed when I saw that he only took a few bites of dinner.

Hearing that they had left, Ning Ruochu immediately looked up and took out her cell phone to send a message to Ran Yunqing.

"Get some food and trade on the balcony."

Get out of bed, sit on the sofa, and turn on the computer again.

Ning Ruchu rarely uses email, and has never used it since coming to China.

Now, a message suddenly appeared inside.

(End of this chapter)