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

Chapter 58: Madam Ye's Retreat, the Result of the Third Divination
Ran Yunqing wanted to cry but had no tears.

If she had known that the painting was painted by Ning Ruchu, she would never have sold it no matter what!

and many more……

Ran Yunqing's thoughts were interrupted for a moment, and he was silent for a long time before he heard an unbelievable voice coming out of his throat: "You are Fu Yan?!"

Ning Ruochu nodded slightly, and looked at her with a pair of almond-shaped eyes: "Are you surprised?"

Ran Yunqing should have thought of it earlier that Ning Ruochu grew up abroad and learned oil painting since childhood.

After arriving in China, he became a disciple of a famous master.

She is the only one who can make such a bold attempt to combine these things.

"You..." Ran Yunqing spoke incoherently, not knowing what words to use to express the shock in his heart.

Her mind went blank and she could only shout: "Why didn't you tell me!"

"I want some privacy too." Ning Ruochu said this lightly, and walked out past Ran Yunqing.

She glanced sideways and reminded: "The guests have just arrived, and you are so rude?"

"Is that what I think?" Ran Yunqing was about to cry, "You don't know what kind of person that Miss An is. She has never even looked at me straight in the eye since we met!"

Although his attitude was different from that of other people in the An family, Ning Ruchu could understand it.

In such a big family, there will always be a spoiled little princess.

"What's even more devastating is that she also knows martial arts and practices it every day! Can you imagine?!"

Ning Ruochu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

A playful smile appeared on her lips, "Isn't this exciting?"

"Exciting? You actually think it's exciting!" Ran Yunqing was very confused. "Have you ever thought that she has to practice martial arts every day, which will make us unable to rest well and even hurt us!"

Ning Ruochu rolled his eyes slightly and raised his hand to stop her chattering.

"You have no confidence in the size of Pearl Island?"

I have to drive to the back garden because I’m afraid a little girl practicing martial arts will disturb me.

Ran Yunqing blinked in confusion, and she smiled awkwardly: "I'm used to being poor."

"Okay, let's go down and pick them up, otherwise the young lady will be dissatisfied."

Ning Ruchu turned around and went downstairs, and Ran Yunqing followed closely behind her.

Before I even reached the hall, I heard complaints coming from inside.

"I have come such a long way to get here, and not only did your wife not come to greet me, but I don't know where the servant who was supposed to lead the way has gone."

An Ling was furious and asked, "Is this how you, the Luo family, treat guests?!"

Ning Ruochu looked back and glanced at Ran Yunqing.

The latter looked away and coughed lightly in embarrassment.

Ning Ruochu went down and said to An Ling with an apologetic look: "I'm so sorry, Miss An, I kept you waiting for so long."

She pointed at Ran Yunqing and said, "Doctor Ran is my personal physician. He was on his way to pick you up from An's house, so he was a little late for the daily consultation. He was worried about me and rushed to see me. I'm really sorry."

His attitude was sincere and his made-up reasons sounded very convincing.

Ning Ruochu tugged at the corner of Ran Yunqing's clothes imperceptibly, and the latter imitated her tone and apologized: "I'm sorry, my wife is not in good health, I was too worried and neglected you."

An Ling glanced over arrogantly and looked at Ning Ruchu.

Judging from the sound of her lack of internal energy, she is indeed weak.

"Forget it, forget it. I won't bother with you. Where is my room?"

Ning Ruochu: "Butler Chen will take you to your room."

Butler Chen stepped forward with great foresight, bowed, and held out his hand: "Miss An, please follow me."

An Ling raised his hand and looked directly at Ning Ruchu.

“I have a few requests.

First of all, I have a lot of weapons and I need to have enough space to store them and make sure they don't get damaged.

Secondly, I have to practice martial arts every day, so I hope there is enough space. I hate being disturbed, and for your safety, it must be a quiet and spacious place. "

Ran Yunqing poked Ning Ruchu's waist with a resentful look in his eyes, as if to say - I told you she was difficult to deal with.

Ning Ruochu gave a very friendly smile in return, "We will prepare all these for you, don't worry Miss An."

An Ling stared at her quietly for five seconds before he started to go upstairs.

Butler Chen asked the servants to take the luggage and hurried to the front to give instructions.

An Ling has been practicing martial arts since he was young. His steps are steady, powerful, and agile, which exhausted housekeeper Chen.

Ran Yunqing glanced at the pretty figure going upstairs, stood next to Ning Ruochu, and said to her: "The housekeeper of the An family said that this Miss An is reckless and rude, and asked you to be merciless and discipline her more."

Ning Ruochu's beautiful face broke into a smile. She turned her head to face her and replied with a smile: "Ms. An grew up in an aristocratic family. She would definitely not be like that."

The smile is so touching that it's a bit creepy.

Ran Yunqing shook unconsciously, and because there were people around, he whispered in her ear: "I know you have bad intentions."

……

inside the room.

The butler was discussing with Ning Ruochu the warehouse for storing weapons and the place for An Ling to practice martial arts.

Finally, it was decided on an open space in the backyard.

When Luo Zhouheng was alive, he originally planned to design the place into a greenhouse, and the utility room for storing gardening tools had already been completed.

Luo Zhouheng has been struggling with the size of the greenhouse and the crops inside. He has not yet decided and has not started construction.

After his death, the project was shelved.

As the hostess, Ning Ruchu would know about the changes in the villa in advance, so she was too lazy to pay attention to them.

But this was the first time she heard of this.

Ning Ruchu turned her head and glanced at the cotton doll she had placed next to the sofa.

Just as he turned around and was about to speak, the housekeeper's cell phone suddenly rang.

Ning Ruochu took a sip of scented tea and waited quietly for him to finish.

"Madam." The housekeeper hung up the phone, "Miss An's other luggage has been shipped over."

An Ling's weapons were difficult to transport, and she specifically instructed the people in charge of moving them to be extremely careful, so they were only transported now.

Ning Ruchu raised her eyes, and the misty water vapor stained her eyebrows and eyes, adding a bit of hazy beauty.

"Let's book it there. Please ask Butler Chen to tell Miss An." "No problem." Butler Chen bowed and went out to do it.

The door was closed, and the gentle smile on Ning Ruochu's face immediately disappeared.

She put down the teacup, picked up the cotton doll, and touched its brow with her slender fingertips.

"You were planning to build a greenhouse, how come I didn't know about it?"

Luo Zhouheng was silent for half a second, "I haven't planned it yet, it's just a guess."

"Really?" Ning Ruochu tilted her head, her fingertips felt cool as she tapped lightly again and again.

The soft touch feels like feathers falling lightly, itchy.

Although she touched his face, Luo Zhouheng felt his heartstrings were touched. He felt puzzled and impatient.

He couldn't stand it any longer, "How long are you going to tease me?"

Ning Ruochu smiled softly and looked at him with interest: "It depends on my mood."

She raised her tone, with a hint of playfulness.

A pair of eyes shimmered with clear light, bright and lively, as if hiding a pool of autumn water, captivating the heart.

Luo Zhouheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes and stopped looking.

Ning Ruochu snorted and laughed, becoming even more presumptuous, drawing circles on his cheeks.

The itch in his heart became more and more unbearable, but Luo Zhouheng had no choice but to endure it.

"How can you be so patient?" Ning Ruochu teased, "No wonder my husband has never touched me in two years."

She let out a long sigh, her brows drooping.

"It's no good having a rich husband. He's too busy and doesn't have time to spend with me."

The ending is long, complaining.

Luo Zhouheng couldn't stand her teasing and said calmly: "I tried my best to protect you, isn't this enough?"

"But I also need spiritual comfort~" Ning Ruchu pouted.

Luo Zhouheng was helpless: "You really are never satisfied."

"I can only see him two or three times a month, and I have to stay alone in an empty room every day. How can I be satisfied?"

Ning Ruochu said it as a matter of course, Luo Zhouheng gritted his teeth and reminded: "We are just an agreement for marriage, why do you take it so seriously."

"But I... took it seriously from the beginning."

Luo Zhouheng's heart suddenly trembled.

He opened his eyes and looked over.

Ning Ruchu's face was filled with affection, and her pair of watery almond eyes were so affectionate that they seemed to be able to drip water.

When our eyes met, everything seemed so sudden.

Although his body was illusory, his heart was beating violently like a drum, as if it would break through this cotton doll shell at any time.

"Is this your nature?"

While Ning Ruochu was still immersed in the created atmosphere, Luo Zhouheng suddenly spoke coldly.

"What?" She was stunned.

"Is this your nature?" Luo Zhouheng said again, "So unscrupulous, without any sense of propriety, teasing... teasing others."

He grunted.

Even if he didn't say it, Ning Ruchu could guess that he wanted to say that she flirted with men casually.

"So this is how my husband thinks of me." Her tone was calm, but something felt wrong.

Luo Zhouheng wanted to explain, but he felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said, so he simply did not respond.

"Heh~" Ning Ruchu sneered.

He stood up, carried the cotton doll to the fitting room, and threw it directly into the box of clothes.

"You have been banished to the cold palace."

It was a joke, but the cold tone coming out of her mouth chilled people to the bone.

But the connection exists between two souls and does not disappear with distance.

Ning Ruochu simply cut off all contact with him unilaterally.

Without the pressure of maintaining the connection, she felt a lot more relaxed.

Sitting on the sofa, drinking scented tea and watching cartoons is very comfortable.

The doorbell rang, breaking the peace.

Ning Ruochu frowned, pressed the pause button, and went to open the door.

It is the night moon.

She reported: "Madam, someone from the Ye family is coming and wants to see you alone. I have asked him to wait in the study."

"The Ye family?" Ning Ruochu was puzzled. "If Madam Ye wants to see me, I will naturally go there. Why should I come here in person?"

"It's not Madam Ye." Ye Yue said in a stern voice, "It's her grandson. I heard that Madam Ye has gone into seclusion."

Ning Ruochu took a breath and covered her mouth: "Retreat? Is it because of divination..."

She lowered her eyes, feeling very guilty: "I heard that divination is very exhausting. Will Madam Ye be okay?"

"If there is anything wrong, just ask her grandson and you will know." Yeyue turned aside.

……

In the study, a tall man was already waiting there.

Hearing the noise, he turned around, and a faint smile appeared on his gentle and elegant face: "Mrs. Luo, let me introduce myself. I am the grandson of Mrs. Ye, Ye Yanwei."

He was wearing a Zhongshan suit, which was ironed and fitted well, with a dragon pattern on the left chest.

Leave a long strand of hair on the back of the neck and tie it up to the waist.

When she turned around, her hair swayed with her body, looking very elegant.

Ning Ruochu nodded to him and said, "Hello."

She closed the door, walked over, and got straight to the point: "Are you here because the third divination has a result?"

　Ye Yanwei: The double-linked inkstone retains its fragrance for a long time; the ancient inkstone is slightly concave and can hold more ink.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)