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Chapter 196 As I Said, Your Lies Are Bad

Chapter 196 I Said That Your Lies Are Crap

For Shengge, what they just said is the truth.

And she will reject these so-called truths, and even hate them!

Rong Shize pursed his lips: "If it's just like this, there's no need to do so many detours. Gu Shengge is arrogant and arrogant. As long as she is a little provocative, she will leave without hesitation."

While talking, he subconsciously looked at Mira, who glanced back at him coldly: "He's leaving a way out for himself, do you think everyone is as stupid as you?"

"..." Rong Shize opened his mouth, but decided to shut up.

Rong Jin looked up at the two of them, and then slowly said: "Third Uncle is right, but she is much more suspicious than you imagined. After she calms down, she will naturally notice that something is abnormal. When she has doubts in her heart, it is better for me to take the initiative to spread the matter to her, which will save a lot of unnecessary trouble."

"If that's the case, why tell her about Ji Wanjun, doesn't it seem superfluous?" Rong Shize puzzled.

Rong Jin didn't answer his question, his eyes fell on Mira's face lightly.

Mira was uncomfortable seeing him, so he said, "You and I are about the same age, just call us by name."

"Then how can it be, the elders are the elders! Jin, even though Mira is one or two years younger than you, she is still your third aunt." Rong Shize is still very defensive in some aspects!

Mira pressed her forehead, feeling helpless.Although she doesn't care about addressing her, but being called as an elder by a man older than herself always feels a few years older for no reason.

Sure enough, men still want to find a younger one, otherwise you will see how embarrassing it is now.

Rong Jin cleared his throat, and under Rong Shize's frightening gaze, nodded slightly to Mira: "Third Aunt, please."

Mira's adaptability is also very good, and she got used to this name within half a second. She frowned: "I can only find her crux, but heart disease needs heart medicine. You should understand this better than me."

Hearing this, Rong Jin's dark eyes surged, and it took him a long time to calm down: "I understand."

After a pause, he spoke again: "She doesn't have many friends in Qingcheng, please spend more time with her."

His tone was very light, as if he just mentioned it casually, but this request seemed a bit abrupt to Mira, and some strange emotions surged in her heart, and she looked at him with probing eyes.

Even under her gaze, there was not much expression on his face.

Mira thought to herself, as an excellent psychoanalyst who has cooperated with the police many times, she can figure out even the psychology of the most vicious criminals. Naturally, Rong Shize and Gu Shengge are not alone. Next, but she could only understand [-]% of Rong Jin in front of her.

And part of this [-]% was revealed by himself.

"I'm not familiar with her." She looked away and asked a question.

"But you are very similar. In my opinion, two similar people will have a lot to talk about even if they are not familiar with each other."

Rong Shize took a sip of the red wine and put it down, disapproving: "A Jin, Third Uncle thinks your request is too abrupt. First of all, Gu Shengge is not that easy to get close to; second, even if she just accepted Mira Psychological counseling, but the relationship between two people is at best the relationship between the patient and the doctor, plus your relationship, if you want to get closer, it is difficult!"

Rong Jin had already finished his meal, he picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, with a slow and elegant gesture: "Since even Uncle San feels embarrassed, then pretend I didn't mention it just now."

"Okay." Before Rong Shize could reply, Mira had already agreed, "I promise you."

He was very surprised, "Mira, you..."

Mira met his suspicious gaze, and her eyes firmly insisted: "For me, Gu Shengge is now my patient. Only by understanding more can I prescribe the right medicine."

"Thank you!" Rong Jin nodded at her, stood up and looked at Rong Shize: "Third Uncle, there is still something to do in the company, I'll go back first."

Rong Shize nodded.

When Rong Jin walked away, he looked at Mira with displeasure: "Baby, I remember you are not a nosy person?"

Mira raised the soda water and drank it slowly, turning a deaf ear to his displeasure: "Is your nephew's business no business?"

"That's right, but..."

"Aze, I found that your suspicions have become more and more serious recently."

She put down the glass, and the glass knocked on the table with a muffled sound, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

Rong Shize's complexion darkened, he took a sip of wine, and sulked away.

The corners of Mira's eyes twitched when she saw this, she thought for a moment, and then poked his waist with her index finger: "Aze, that..."

Rong Shize turned his head and stared at her with dissatisfaction.

Being stared at by him like this, she burst out laughing immediately: "You are almost 40 years old, why do you still look like a kid?"

"You also know that I'm almost forty, and you still don't plan to make me a father?"

Mira's expression froze.

Only then did Rong Shize realize what he had said, and scolded himself from head to toe in frustration, he grabbed Mira's hand and put it on his lips and kissed it softly: "Baby, don't think too much, I just mentioned it casually, I don’t care if I have children or not.”

Seeing that she didn't believe it, he raised his hands and promised: "Really, I, Rong Shize, only love Shan Mira in my life."

His brows and eyes were burning, and Mira's heart suddenly felt aching. She pulled his hand and scolded: "It's not embarrassing to be outside!"

Rong Shize wrapped his long arms around her shoulders, hugged her body towards him, and kissed her forehead: "As long as it makes you happy, it doesn't matter how embarrassing you are."

Listening to his sigh, Mira's eyes were moist.

As soon as Rong Jin stepped out of the restaurant, he keenly caught a familiar figure.

Shengge was carrying her bag, and was leaning leisurely on the wall not far away. She loved wearing long skirts, and today she was still wearing a plain white embroidered ankle-length skirt, and her slightly high-heeled shoes gently tapped the ground.

She has long black and soft hair, and he once loved the feel of it very much.

Now they poured down from her ears like a naughty child, covering all the expressions on her face.

But that cold demeanor could not be concealed no matter what.

Shengge's posture is casual and relaxed, as if she doesn't care what kind of eyes passers-by look at her.

Because from the beginning to the end, she never cared about other people's opinions.

That meant nothing to her.

Rong Jin never denied Shengge's brilliance, even though she couldn't get the surgery she was proud of now, as long as she stopped there, she would still be the unique Gu Shengge in the world.

Cool and beautiful.

After a few seconds of pause, he walked towards her.

Shengge felt someone walking towards her, but she didn't look up.

From the spotlessly polished high-end leather shoes, she already knew that he was the one she was waiting for.

"Wait for me?" Rong Jin stared at her, his voice still hoarse and pleasant.

Shengge's eyelashes trembled, and then slowly raised his eyelids: "Yes, I'll wait for you, because I suddenly remembered that I forgot to ask you about something just now."

She looked at him, her eyes were like spring water in a mountain stream, clear and penetrating.

Rong Jin stretched out his hand and naturally pinned her drooping hair back into hers: "All ears."

Shengge frowned and held his hand, not wanting to miss a trace of his expression: "I just want to ask you one thing, why did you think of Caiming Zangtou?"

"Then how did you come up with the name of the dish?" He asked without answering.

She frowned displeasedly: "Before I answer you, should you answer my question first? This is the most basic courtesy."

"About Tibetan acrostic poems, there are many allusions in ancient times, want me to list them all?" Rong Jin looked at her and replied word by word.

This was not the answer Shengge wanted, but she couldn't see a clue from his face.

So he let go of his hand resentfully, with an "oh".

The moment her hand slipped, Rong Jin held it back, and locked his deep eyes: "You haven't told me yet, how did you come up with the name of the dish?"

"As I mentioned just now, Xiao Si was too obvious." Sheng Ge avoided his gaze, ambiguous.

There were some doubts in her heart that she couldn't explain. She originally wanted to get confirmation from him, but it was obvious that she was wrong.

"Gu Shengge, I told you, your lies are clumsy!"

Rong Jin's tone was always calm, but at this moment she could hear a bit of oppression from it.

It's just that this is her business, why tell him?

Thinking of this, Sheng Ge became annoyed for a while: "Mr. Rong, what kind of posture are you using to question me now, husband or soon-to-be ex-husband?"

The anger in her eyes seemed to please him, he slowly let go of her hand, and said two words with his thin lips: "Curiosity."

"Sorry, no comment!" Sheng Ge replied coldly, standing up straight and planning to leave.

Behind him, Rong Jin's dull voice came.

"Someone told me a story about Tibetan acrostics before, and I still have a deep impression on it because I found it very interesting."

Shengge's steps were suffocated.

(End of this chapter)