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

Chapter 6: Can speak English, is he a disciple of the Lingxin Hall Master? !

She cursed more and more foully, but Luo Yingzhe next to her seemed not to hear her, and pretended to doze off with one hand over his eyes.

……

As soon as they left, the living room immediately became empty, with only Ning Ruchu, Ling Chuan and Ji Mubai left.

Ji Mubai placed the will on the table politely and moved it in front of Ning Ruchu.

"Madam, please keep the gentleman's will in a safe place."

He clasped his hands together and stood on his knees. "According to Mr.'s instructions before his death, I will do my best to assist you. I will answer and resolve any legal issues or matters involving the law in detail."

Ning Ruochu had calmed down and said in a faint voice, "Please, Disciplinarian."

Ji Mubai frowned slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

It was the first time he met Ning Ruchu. People outside had rumors that she was vulgar and not presentable, but the girl in front of him gave him a gentle, elegant, and ladylike demeanor.

It should be that Luo Zhouheng has received special training in the past two years in order to cope with public occasions such as banquets.

Ji Mubai didn't think much about it, gave a few more instructions, and left.

Ling Chuan gave Ning Ruochu a reassurance, telling her not to worry, and then followed him away.

Ning Ruchu was not fully rested and was planning to go back to sleep, but was stopped by Mrs. Lin. He drank a bowl of purple sweet potato and yam porridge before going upstairs.

Yesterday's busy day left her physically and mentally exhausted and she needed a good rest.

Luo Zhouheng, whose face was pressed against hers, could clearly feel the warm breath blowing on his face, like feathers falling lightly, making him itchy.

The warmth spread, but he felt it was so burning, his heartstrings were pulled, his breathing was suffocated, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Helplessly, he had to hold his breath, close his eyes and try to numb himself so as not to be affected by the intermittent warm current.

I don't know how long I held it in for, but the computer made a sharp, rapid beep.

Ning Ruochu's body trembled violently, her thick and curled eyelashes trembled, and she was very annoyed.

She poked her head out from the quilt, her hair became more messy, and her eyes were filled with coldness and cruelty, which was accurately captured by Luo Zhouheng.

In his impression, Ning Ruchu was not in a bad mood when waking up.

Since she woke up yesterday, I noticed that she was in a very bad mood.

Everyone else said that she was heartbroken because her husband had died, but Luo Zhouheng herself scoffed at it.

This woman doesn't care about his life or death at all!
She lazily turned over and leaned on the soft chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The computer was placed on the small round table in front of her, with a red dot flashing.

I turned on the computer and saw a gloomy night on the screen. The only source of light was the faint light from outside shining through the window.

There was someone sitting with his back to the light, and judging by his figure, he looked like a man.

Ning Ruochu was half lying on his back in a lazy posture, his almond-shaped eyes half-lidded, his nonchalant gaze carrying a hint of mockery: "Are you too poor to pay the electricity bill?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke with a pure British accent.

The cotton doll left at the foot of the bed was startled: Can she speak English?
She could vaguely catch a glimpse of Ning Ruchu sitting in front of the computer. Inside the doll, Luo Zhouheng's dull eyes narrowed, staring at her with inquiry and doubt.

"Luo Zhouheng is dead." A mellow voice came from the computer, "When will you come back?"

Ning Ruochu crossed her long, white legs together, her eyes indifferent, still maintaining that indifferent attitude.

"According to Chinese tradition, after the husband dies, the wife needs to remain faithful to him, so I can't go back."

The word "shou chastity" is said in Chinese.

The other party asked her about it, and Ning Ruchu explained: "After my husband dies, I cannot remarry and must be loyal to him forever. Even after death, I must follow my husband."

The man obviously didn't believe it. Ning Ruochu looked at him with a smile: "Who knows Chinese culture better, you or me?"

The answer is of course her, but men understand this society better.

"Don't lie to me with your abolished traditions. Luo Zhouheng is already dead, and there is no point for you to stay in China. Or do you still have illusions about your biological parents?"

The casual look suddenly became fierce, Ning Ruochu straightened up instantly, like a poisonous snake on alert, half-closed his eyes with a cold light, staring straight at him. His voice was cold and deep: "You shouldn't say that!"

The tone and timbre of the voice made Luo Zhouheng, who was just listening, feel his heart tremble.

The man lowered his head slightly, revealing his strong chin. A pair of blue eyes could be vaguely seen, as deep and dangerous as the abyss.

An invisible sense of oppression emanated from the two people's eyes, raging in the two rooms connected by the screen, squeezing them madly as if it were a physical entity, making it difficult to breathe.

In the end, it was the man opposite who lowered his head first.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought that up, but you have to come back!"

His last sentence was firm and unquestionable.

Ning Ruochu's eyes flickered slightly, his pupils dilated slightly, and then he returned to his casual look.

"How can I inherit Luo Zhouheng's property if I go back?"

The air was silent for a moment.

The man's pupils dilated slightly, and he was a little bit unbelievable, but he quickly figured it out.

A low snort of laughter came from the computer, "Then you should continue to stay in China."

As the sound fell, the screen suddenly went black and the computer desktop flashed.

Ning Ruochu knew that he had misunderstood and did not intend to explain.

She returned to the bed and hugged the cotton doll in her arms.

This time, Luo Zhouheng showed no resistance or rejection, and his attention was completely focused on the conversation just now.

There were too many doubts, but he was very clear about one thing.

Ning Ruchu is definitely not what he appears to be!

……

Night falls, the moon and stars are scarce.

There was only one floor lamp on in the room. The warm light blurred Ning Ruchu's eyebrows and eyes, making her look hazy and her skin and bones smooth, giving people an unreal feeling.

Her wavy hair was casually scattered, soft and sweet. She was wearing white silk pajamas. The slightly low collar outlined her slender neck line, elegant and casual.

The delicate hands touched the ceramic bowl, creating a delicate halo as they scooped the tortoise jelly in the bowl.

Walking barefoot on the soft blanket, video chatting with Ran Yunqing.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "You are so relaxed now that your husband is dead."

Although such a big change happened to the Luo family, it had little impact on Ning Ruchu.

The funeral was arranged by the eldest wife's family, and the company affairs were controlled by Ling Chuan and Luo Zhouheng's confidants. She only needed to do a little homework to avoid exposing her tracks in some important occasions.

Eating and drinking at home, life was even more comfortable than when Luo Zhouheng was around.

Ning Ruochu raised her hand holding the bowl slightly and praised from the bottom of her heart: "The food produced by Lingxintang tastes good."

"Don't forget that you are also from Lingxin Hall." Ran Yunqing gritted his teeth and reminded each word: "Little, Master, Sister."

Facing the computer, Luo Zhouheng clearly heard Ran Yunqing's words: ! !
Junior sister? !
Doesn't that mean Ning Ruochu is the disciple of the head of Lingxin Hall? !
"Yes, but now I am your boss behind the scenes."

The tone was lazy, but there was a sense of powerlessness that was so frustrating that it made people die.

Ran Yunqing secretly clenched his fists, and inadvertently glanced at the cotton doll next to Ning Ruochu, and suddenly laughed: "How many have you changed?"

Ning Ruchu did not respond.

Suddenly, a small red dot flashed wildly in the lower right corner of the computer screen, accompanied by a prompt sound.

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