CHAPTER 392: CHAPTER 392: DO YOU REALLY LIKE IT THAT MUCH?

The report said that last night, news came from the hospital that Young President Rong of Jixing’s finger moved and responded to the outside world. Doctors judged that Jixing’s Young President Rong is very likely to wake up.

It can be said that as soon as Fuwa was launched, the hospital immediately brought good news, which instantly drew a lot of attention to Jixing.

The significance of Fuwa also suddenly became very different.

Rong Qingqing saw this news and was truly delighted and very relieved.

The old brother should be happy, right?

Rong Qingqing thought to herself that when the person in the hospital, Rong Qingqing, woke up, she could be completely at ease.

As long as someone is with the old brother, he won’t be that pitiful.

However, in fact, Rong Qingqing now has no idea whether she is relieved or relieved too early.

After Shen Jue and Lin Bufan went back upstairs, the nameless anger in their hearts was still burning.

After waiting a few minutes without seeing Rong Qingqing come up, the fire grew more and more intense.

Feeling bad, Shen Jue exuded a kind of cold fierceness that warned others not to mess with him.

"Go investigate Jixing’s Young President Rong, start from her childhood and find out as much as you can, no matter how trivial, every piece of information is needed," Shen Jue said. "I just don’t believe it; digging up everything can’t reveal when these two had interactions."

Thinking about it, Shen Jue added, "Investigate Rong Qingqing as well."

Shen Jue swore that he had to unravel the secrets Rong Qingqing was hiding, one by one.

To see if she still dares to deliberately provoke him every day.

"Okay, boss, I’m on it!" Lin Bufan, standing next to Shen Jue, was so suppressed by Shen Jue’s aura that he dared not say more than a word.

Task received, Lin Bufan ran off as if he was escaping for his life.

In Jian Wei’s words, with his clumsy mouth, it’s best to avoid the boss when he’s angry. Otherwise, sooner or later, he’ll end up paying the boss instead.

Rong Qingqing was downstairs tutoring Shen Qiao on coursework until after eleven before she refused Shen Qiao’s invitation, slowly and hesitantly making her way back to Shen Jue’s room.

When she entered, she did so quietly, on tiptoe, poking her head in, first peeking in half her body. Seeing Shen Jue with his back to her, engrossed in something, Rong Qingqing crept in through the widened door gap, hunched over.

Only when she reached behind Shen Jue and looked over his shoulder did she realize he was staring intently at a drawing of him she had sketched in the study that afternoon.

Rong Qingqing’s face turned red.

"Oh, I wondered what had you so captivated," Rong Qingqing straightened up and chuckled, "How about it, aren’t you especially pleased with my artwork? You look at it so seriously; do you especially like it? Since you like it, I’ll give it to you!"

Rong Qingqing, with a generous air, looked at Shen Jue and even patted his shoulder.

Shen Jue rolled up the drawing paper quickly as if shocked by electricity.

Then he turned to Rong Qingqing and scoffed at her, "I’ve never seen a painting uglier than this."

Rong Qingqing widened her eyes, covering Shen Jue’s mouth with her hand, "Hush, I don’t allow you to say you’re ugly."

"I drew you, saying the drawing is ugly means you’re saying you’re ugly. How can you say you’re ugly?" Rong Qingqing shook her head, "Be confident, you’re actually really good-looking."

Were it not for Shen Jue’s good looks, even to complete her daily routine of sharing a bed, Rong Qingqing couldn’t calmly sleep in the same bed with him.

It can be said that for those who care about appearances, looking good truly has its advantages.