The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Mrs. Rong?

It's such a beautiful piece of writing that makes my heart palpitate just by reading it.

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Arriving at the hospital parking lot, just as he was about to open the car door and get in, a familiar voice came into his ears, interrupting his movements.

"Son, you are no longer the second master's child.

Our family is only a side branch of the Rong family, and it is difficult to get ahead because of direct lineage.

You have to take good care of Miss Gu. She is the real daughter of the Gu family. As long as you marry her, you will have power and status! "

"Mom, please stop talking. I don't like Yun'er because of her identity. I won't hold such thoughts."

"Oh, why are you so stubborn? It really pisses me off."

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The two of them chatted endlessly about this topic.

Mu Changying stood beside the car, raised her eyes and raised her eyes.

Mo Lan held an insulated food box in one hand and stopped Rong Shichu, gesticulating excitedly with his left hand and persuading him earnestly.

"Tsk, that's a good calculation, but it's a pity..."

Fu Jiaojiao was curious, "What's the pity?"

Mu Changying had a smile in her eyes, "Well, it's a pity that in the end it is destined to be nothing."

Losing his identity as the Crown Prince of Mingdu City, Rong Shichu's use value in Gu Qingyun's eyes was greatly reduced.

Compared with Jin Xieye, he does not have an advantage.

What's more, the Gu family is really rich? It's just a fake.

"Zheng... Doctor Fu, do you mean this is a waste of effort?"

Fu Jiaojiao clasped her little hands, her round eyes rolled, and her porcelain-white jade face was full of doubts.

"Yes, the little girl has good understanding. She is so smart."

This serious inquiry was so cute. Fu Huaizheng's thin lips were half pressed into a straight line. His palms were slightly itchy, and he suddenly wanted to reach out and pinch her little face.

"Of course I'm smart~"

Suddenly, Fu Jiaojiao felt a discomfort in her body and her face changed slightly.

"..."

Rong Shichu, who was standing not far away, was listening to Mo Lan's chatter, frowning and scratching his hair irritably.

He glanced around with the corner of his eye, and happened to catch sight of Rong Liyuan and his group.

He put down the hand that was scratching his hair, straightened out the wrinkles on his clothes, and subconsciously said, "Dad!!"

His expression was so excited that his voice went straight into the sky and almost lifted the roof of the underground parking lot.

Rong Liyuan's eyebrows were cold, "You called me wrong, I don't have a son as old as you."

There was no emotion in his dark eyes, as if he was an unrelated stranger.

"I……"

Mo Lan was speechless at first when she saw the appearance, but Mo Lan felt angry in her heart.

Her face turned serious, and she spoke in a sinister tone, "Son, no one recognizes you, so why are you so anxious to get close to me? A hot face but a cold butt?"

Even if you have a dog for so many years, you will have feelings for it, but Rong Erye has no mood swings at all, he is really cold and heartless.

Mu Changying chuckled and looked directly at the two people opposite him casually, "Don't yell next time."

Rong Shichu looked away and responded dryly, "I know..."

Thinking of his current status, he felt very irritated, his anger gathered together, and he had nowhere to vent.

Mu Changying caught a glimpse of his big hands clasping together and stroking them. She noticed his lonely aura and felt a little happy.

What's the use of regretting now?

Rong Liyuan remained silent, not wanting to waste his words.

He opened the passenger door and put his hand on the top of the door to avoid Mu Changying's little head from hitting him when he got in the car. "Yingbao, go home."

"Here we come." She nodded and turned around in vain as she got into the car, "Oh, by the way, a friendly reminder, it's better to do less if you work in vain."