Enjoying Gong Mohan's considerate service, Rong Qianzhi looked at the small porcelain bottle and couldn't help but ask: "Husband, how could Brother Buli have this jade skin cream? Isn't this something that only women use?"

Gong Mohan smiled and said, "Buli has always loved his face. He snatched half of these tributes from Beiyan every year. I remember that he wanted them with me in the early years."

Upon hearing this, Rong Qianzhi burst out laughing: "I didn't expect that Brother Buli loves beauty so much. Husband, have you given it to him?"

"No."

"Why?" "The father would not give me these things. I remember one time, Buli heard that his father got a few bottles of tribute to jade ointment, and he had to pester me to ask him for a bottle. I was so entangled by him that I went to ask my father for a beggar. But I asked him to beg him, but I didn't want to be

My father scolded him, and since then, I have ignored him.”

Rong Qianzhi giggled a few times: "Father must think that you are not enterprising and are thinking about which little girl you are trying to attack."

"Indeed, I was very wronged at that time, but I couldn't push the lingering. I could only bear the anger of my father."

"Husband is so aggrieved." Rong Qianzhi laughed and lay down in Gong Mohan's arms, unable to help but say, "But then again, the relationship between you and Brother Buli is not a brother but even more brotherly, is really enviable." "Yes, I also feel very lucky. I met Buli when I was the loneliest in my early years, and now I have met my Shizhi again. I really treat me very well." Gong Mohan hugged Rong Qianzhi in his arms, and then he realized that he was already very happy.

It's right.

"I'm also very lucky. God asked me to come here and meet you." Gong Mohan lowered his head and kissed Rong Qianzhi's forehead and asked, "Zhizhi, did you have brothers and sisters in modern times?" Gong Mohan had only heard Rong Qianzhi say before that her parents died early in her previous life. It was her grandfather who raised her and cultivated her at the same time.

He became the successor of the first generation of the Rong family. As for whether there are any brothers and sisters, Rong Qianzhi did not mention it. At this time, Gong Mohan suddenly remembered and asked.

"No!" Rong Qianzhi's body suddenly tensed up, and she quickly spoke.

"Zhizhi, what's wrong with you?" Gong Mohan instantly felt Rong Qianzhi's abnormality and asked hurriedly.

"Nothing." Rong Qianzhi rested his head on Gong Mohan's shoulder, pursed his lips, and said, "Husband, everything in his previous life has passed for me. I don't want to think about it anymore. I just want to live happily with you here."

"Okay, I won't ask again." Gong Mohan could hear that Zhizhi didn't want to introduce things in his previous life. He thought there should be people and things she didn't want to remember.

But many things are not something you can’t think of without thinking. Once the gate of memory is opened, memory surges up like a flood and no one can stop it.

The first time I saw Ling Youjue was when Rong Qianzhi was five years old. At that time, her parents had not had any accidents, and she was spoiled like a little princess by them. One day, her grandfather took a little boy from outside. The grandfather touched her head and said to her: "Zhizhi, this is Ajue. You two were born on the same year, month and day. From now on, Ajue will live in our house and let him accompany you.

OK?" She had no brothers and sisters. Because of the secrets of the Rong family, she had never played companions. Grandpa suddenly brought Ling Youjue back. She thought she was playing with her. She was naturally happy. She ran over and took Ling Youjue's hand and said, "A Jue, we

Go to me

Room play!"

Ling Youjue did not refuse. She thought he was willing to play with her. She happily pulled him into her room. Unexpectedly, Ling Youjue threw all her favorite Barbie dolls on the ground. He also said, "It's so naive to play with these things!"

She cried immediately and ran to her grandfather to complain, but her grandfather said, "Shizhi, Ajue is right. You are so old and can't play with dolls anymore. You have to study hard with Ajue."

She felt very wronged, and from that point on, she didn't like Ling Youjue at all. Two years later, her parents had an air crash and she lost them forever. Her grandfather told her that she was the heir of the Rong family and she must be strong and not let outsiders cry. She hid in the closet and cried secretly. However, Ling Youjue showed up.

He opened the wardrobe and looked at her and said, "Crying is a coward's sign, don't cry!"

"Ling Youjue, I hate you, get out!"

That time, she finally burst out and smashed all the clothes in the wardrobe on Ling Youjue.

Ling Youjue stood still and didn't move. He looked at her coldly, then turned around and left.

He did not leave the Rong family, but she was scolded by her grandfather again. Since then, she has become more and more disgusted with Ling Youjue.

But no matter how annoying it, Ling Youjue followed her like a shadow. Because of her grandfather, she could not drive him away and could only turn a blind eye to him.

Time flies by. When she was twenty years old, her grandfather suffered from incurable disease. When he was dying, he said to her: "Stop, after I leave, you will marry Ajue. Have you heard of it?"

"Grandpa, I don't want it, I don't like him!" She shook her head vigorously. How could she marry a man who has been annoying her since childhood?

"Stop, be obedient, your destiny is connected with Ajue's destiny. You must marry him, do you know?"

"Grandpa, how could my fate be linked to his fate? I don't believe in fate, I don't want to marry him!"

"Stop, grandpa won't harm you..." Grandpa swallowed his last breath before he finished speaking.

She was heartbroken and helped her grandfather with her funeral, so she talked to Ling Youjue about the matter.

"Ling Youjue, I don't believe in any fate. I will not marry you. Now that my grandfather is gone, you can leave the Rong family."

"Stop..." Ling Youjue suddenly called her.

She frowned in disgust: "Don't call me that!"

She remembered that in the past fifteen years, Ling Youjue had never called her anything, and she had only a handful of things to say to her. She thought he was very sensible and knew that she didn't like him. Unexpectedly, as soon as his grandfather left, he revealed his nature.

"Then what do you want me to call you?" Ling Youjue suddenly rushed forward and threw Rong Qianzhi on the sand. A smile appeared on his face, which had always been paralyzed, and said, "Qianzhi, or Xiao Zhier?"
Chapter completed!