CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

The timidity of Qianqian's first appearance before him, the satisfaction of being fed by him at the table, the happiness of wearing a wedding dress, everything about her.    

He didn't dare to think too much about this little girl's appearance, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking about it.    

The child looked too much like Qianqian.    

"Hello, uncle." Only when a simple and cold voice was heard did he finally regain his senses.    

Simple Sword looked at Rong Heting without the slightest bit of fear. His small hand held onto the corner of his skirt as he performed another greeting, "Hello, Uncle."    

"Simple!"    

The little girl was so anxious that she easily saw Rong Heting's change in expression. She quickly pulled Rong Heting back to her side and whispered: "This uncle is so strange! Stay away from him. "    

"Pfft!"    

The moment Tong Yan and Tong Yu's words came out, Hua Yunrong, who was standing nearby, could no longer hold back his laughter.    

Ignoring Rong Heting's murderous look, Hua Yunrong walked to the front and squatted down, trying to be friendly. "This is our family's Young Master Rong, it's you …"    

He glanced at Luo Yu, who was making small movements, and Rong Heting, who was frowning. He sighed slightly and said, "It's your dad's boss."    

"Oh …" "Hello, Young Master Rong."    

Simply pulling Yi Yeyu along, he gave another salute, "We're just here to play and also to have some snacks. Mommy is still waiting for us, so we're going back now."    

"Your mommy …"    

Rong Heting felt his breathing quicken again. He couldn't care less as he stepped forward and blocked a simple and easy way out, "What's your mommy's name?"    

"Mommy said personal information can't be leaked so easily."    

It was obvious that she was dissatisfied with Rong Heting's actions. She frowned and answered stubbornly, "Mommy also said that only weird uncle would stop a little kid from asking questions."    

Strange uncle …    

Hua Yunrong held back his laughter as he observed Rong Heting's face. Several expressions alternated between one and the other. Originally, he thought that the moment Rong Heting appeared in front of the two cute girls, they would either incite emotion or anger to the extreme. He never expected it to have this kind of effect.    

As expected, it was a child born from a little cutie, even cuter than a little cutie.    

"Daddy, could I trouble you to walk us back to our room?" Seeing that Rong Heting wouldn't let her leave so easily, she turned around and looked at Luo Yu, "If you don't go back now, Mommy will be worried."    

Luo Yu looked at Rong Heting, then looked at the simplicity and ease, a deep hand to his forehead.    

Why did the father and the daughter resemble each other so much in ordering people? No one would believe it even if they said that they weren't biological.    

"Luo Yu."    

Rong Heting said just in time as he saw Luo Yu carrying the two treasures and was about to leave.    

Luo Yu turned around and looked at Rong Heting gently shaking his wine cup. He said to him slowly in a low voice, "When you come back, we will have a good chat."    

Well, he was doomed to be unable to pass the night, so Luo Yu mourned for himself.    

What he couldn't see was that Rong Heting, who was being hugged by him, looked over at him again and made a big face.    

Qianqian appeared alone in the garden at the back of the banquet hall.    

She wore a dress that brushed her chest, and her hair was simply tied up. Although her slender neck was adorned with a simple and exquisite pendant, it was still unable to conceal her elegant and refined temperament.    

After leaving the resting room and not returning for a long time, she worriedly went out to search.    

The cashmere shawl fell off her shoulders. She supported herself with the marble arm as she walked down the bluestone staircase. She carefully called out to her two little treasures from the bushes in the back garden.    

"Easy?" Simple? "    

Although he knew that his children would not casually go to places where no one was to play, the small corners of the room had already been searched by others, yet the figures of the two children were nowhere to be seen.    

She herself was well aware that simple things with high IQ were not as easy as being naughty like ordinary children. However, as a mother, she would at least be a little worried if she did not personally bring the children back.    

"Don't play hide-and-seek with the other kids and run into a corner that the adults can't find." Qianqian grumbled, bending over to grope in the dark grass.    

Rong Heting also quietly left the lively banquet hall. Breathing in the cool outside air, he felt that his chest was once again clear and heavy.    

What happened just now was still fresh in his mind, and now that he was standing in the cold outdoor garden, his thoughts were exceptionally active.    

No matter how he looked at it, Qianqian's small face and her easily pleasing personality made him think of Qianqian, and all the memories he had of her came back to him from the depths of his sealed memories.    

He even began to compare the complaints he had received on the plane a few days before with simple voices.    

Was it really her? Had she really come back?    

"Easy?" Simple? Mommy will take you to have some good food! "Hurry up and come out." The wind carried a faint calling sound into Rong Heting's ears, making all the cells in his body instantly come to life.    

It's her! It was Mu Qianqian!    

His body was the first to rush down from the balcony, holding his breath as he tried to find the source of the sound.    

"Qianqian!? Mu Qianqian!? " He could not care about anything else as he shouted loudly in the garden.    

"Who is it?"    

Hearing someone calling her name, Mu Qianqian stood up. She held her chest nervously and looked around like a frightened kitten. She murmured, "It's probably Brother Feng looking for me."    

Rong Heting was like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity to make a move in the middle of the night, silently approaching his prey in the dark night.    

The sound of rustling could be heard again. Rong Heting didn't give the other party any chance to rush over quickly. In the middle of the bushes of different heights, a figure quietly disappeared.    

It was Qianqian!    

He could feel that his heartbeat was abnormally fast. Every cell in his body was shouting out her name, and his hands were also slightly trembling as he stretched them out.    

It had been six years, six years, and he had thought of countless possibilities, but he had never imagined that he would be so nervous and careful when he met her again.    

The moment he walked around the bush, Rong Heting saw a woman in a white dress with her back towards him.    

"Qianqian?" When Rong Heting called out, he was surprised. That gentle voice with a hint of uncertainty in it was actually his.    

"Who?" Face... "Young Master Rong?"    

The girl, who was obviously frightened, turned around. The anger that was about to burst out of her immediately dissipated when she saw who had come. Her change in expression was so quick that Rong Heting's mood instantly dropped to the bottom.    

"Did Young Master Rong come to the back garden alone for a walk?"    

The girl, who was secretly happy that she finally dropped the pie, really wanted to give it to Rong Heting. Her coquettish voice matched her body, as if she wanted to use all her strength to grab onto Rong Heting's cold heart.    

She didn't notice at all that Rong Heting had recovered his cold expression.    

"F * ck off."    

Rong Heting flung away the girl's hand that was tightly holding his arm. The force was so strong that the other party almost fell on the grass.    

"Young Master Rong."    

The lady hoped that she could use her pitiful expression to call back Rong Heting's pity, but she didn't expect that she would receive an even colder gaze and order.    

"Scram, or I'll have someone throw you out."