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Chapter 169 Does Ms. Ming know?
Huo Jingcheng's expression collapsed as he struggled to roll over, his vital organs clearly visible, and he tried his best to suppress them.

Su Ruoyun raised her hand to gather the slightly damp stray hairs at her temples, tucked them behind her ear with her long fingers, let out a deep sigh, and then carried Huo Jingcheng into the bedroom.

The kind that involves both pulling and dragging.

"Don't make a sound."

She uttered a single sentence, pushed him into the room, turned around and slammed the door shut, regardless of whether Huo Jingcheng was willing or not.

The cell phone in the living room had been ringing for a long time before it stopped.

Su Ruoyun looked down at her clothes, then parted her loose hair into two strands, letting them hang down her neck to cover the ambiguous red marks.

After confirming that everything was alright, she went to the door. The leather shoes in the entryway were placed to the side. She picked them up and stuffed them into a corner of the shoe cabinet.

After doing everything, Su Ruoyun turned around and looked around to make sure there was nothing wrong before opening the door.

Ming Manrong stood gracefully at the door, wearing a dark blue vest, her left hand gently cupping one side.

Why haven't you opened the door for so long?

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun pretended to cover her mouth with her hand and yawned, "I was just sleeping."

As she spoke, she took a step to the side, making way for someone.

Ming Manrong brought her bird's nest, and someone next to her carried an insulated box and served it to her at the right time.

"Second miss."

After Su Ruoyun took it, she went straight to the restaurant. When passing through the living room, to avoid Ming Manrong noticing anything, she stood by her side the whole time, blocking most of her view.

Inside the restaurant.

Su Ruoyun opened the lid of the insulated box, which contained glass bottles of milk and bird's nest, and took them out one by one.

She strolled leisurely towards the kitchen, reached the cabinet, opened the door, and took out a spoon and a white porcelain bowl.

Ming Manrong sat in the chair, holding a cup of tea in her hand, her demeanor and temperament were elegant and graceful.

Su Ruoyun lay on the smooth, natural ebony dining table, eating bird's nest.

In the exquisite porcelain cup, the bird's nest is milky white and lustrous, mixed with imported New Zealand milk, it is soft and glutinous, and full of sweetness.

With a click, the teacup was placed on the marble table. Ming Manrong spoke, her voice clear and bright: "Why didn't you ask Aunt Li to come over and cook lunch today?"

Su Ruoyun's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong. Following her gaze, she saw an exquisite wooden box on the island platform. The box was engraved with the three characters "Fu Yu Zhuang" in gold on a black background. The characters were strong and powerful. It was delivered by Huo Jingcheng at noon.

Her mind raced: "I went to bed late last night and wanted to sleep in today, so I didn't ask Aunt Li to come over. I ordered takeout for lunch."

Ming Manrong nodded, knowing that Su Ruoyun had a concert performance last night, and didn't suspect anything.

She was just passing by, and there was a bus parked downstairs, so she didn't want to stay for long. She sat for a while, then got up and left the apartment.

Su Ruoyun escorted Ming Manrong to the elevator.

The numbers on the display screen were changing, and Ming Manrong asked her when she was going home for dinner.

Su Ruoyun pondered, calculating the time in her mind. It seemed that she hadn't eaten at the family compound since mid-June, and it was time to go back.

She nodded. "Then I'll go for dinner tomorrow night."

Upon hearing this and receiving an affirmative answer, Ming Manrong smiled and turned to see Su Ruoyun's disheveled hair. She couldn't help but reach out and tidy it up for her.

A well-maintained hand reached out, and Su Ruoyun was terrified.

It would be too strange to wave Ms. Ming's hand away; if we didn't, the mark on her neck would be too embarrassing to show to anyone.

Just then, with a "ding," the elevator arrived, and the elevator doors slowly slid open.

Su Ruoyun swallowed nervously, then turned around and pointed to the open elevator car, saying, "The elevator has arrived." The change of topic was a bit abrupt, but Su Ruoyun really had no other choice.

Ming Manrong only touched the ends of her hair, raising her hand to gently stroke them.

The person accompanying her blocked the elevator door with their right hand, gesturing to Ming Manrong.

She gracefully stepped into the elevator, and Su Ruoyun waved goodbye to her.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Su Ruoyun walked back to her apartment.

She crept furtively to the French windows, peeking out as the Hongqi car parked at the bottom of the building slowly drove away.

Once she was sure Ming Manrong wouldn't come upstairs again, she jumped off the sofa and quickly walked to the bedroom. Huo Jingcheng was no longer in the room; his trousers and shirt were lying in the laundry basket, and the sound of running water continued.

She turned and walked towards the bathroom, stopping at the bathroom door.

The frosted glass door to the bathroom was shrouded in a thin layer of mist. The lights were on inside, and a tall, imposing figure was faintly reflected on the door.

The sound of rushing water inside was incessant.

Su Ruoyun tentatively raised her hand and gently knocked on the bathroom door, asking, "Are you ready?"

As she finished speaking, the sound of water stopped abruptly.

The bathroom door opened, and Su Ruoyun subconsciously lifted her eyelids. Just as she was about to speak, she saw a hint of crimson in Huo Jingcheng's eyes, and his wet hair was steaming.

Su Ruoyun was startled, "You..."

The next moment, before she could say anything, he pulled her inside.

In the luxurious 40-square-meter bathroom of the high-rise apartment, Su Ruoyun stepped on Huo Jingcheng's instep, her toes curling nervously.

The sound of hot water gradually rose, masking the sounds of intimacy coming from the bathroom.

The nightgown was soaked/ripped off and left lying forlornly to one side.

Su Ruoyun squinted, only noticing the bright ceiling light in the bathroom flickering in her eyes.

……

After their encounter, Huo Jingcheng carried her out of the shower area. The bathtub was filled with hot water, and steam rose gently, filling the bathroom with a misty vapor.

Like a lazy kitten after a good meal, Su Ruoyun leaned against the side of the bathtub and bossed him to get an essential oil bath bomb from the mirror cabinet.

Satisfied, Huo Jingcheng slowly strode forward, his long fingers precisely picking out the scent she wanted, peeling off the outer plastic film, and tossing it into the bathtub.

Su Ruoyun used to sit for an entire day while practicing the piano. To relieve her neck, shoulders, and lumbar spine pain, she specifically chose a large bathtub during the renovation, big enough to accommodate two people.

Twenty minutes later, Su Ruoyun walked out of the bathroom. Her hair was still damp and she was wrapped in a bathrobe that was too big. It was the one Huo Jingcheng usually wore, which was ankle-length and loosely cinched at the waist with a belt. Her face was delicate and otherworldly.

Her own well-fitting bathrobe was "accidentally" slipped onto the floor tiles by Huo Jingcheng and got wet.

At that moment, Huo Jingcheng looked somewhat innocent, and the two looked at each other in bewilderment. His performance was nothing short of clumsy.

Su Ruoyun stared at him speechlessly for two or three seconds.

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Huo Jingcheng walked out of the bathroom with a hairdryer in his hand. His short hair, damp with moisture, gave him a lazy look, and he walked with a leisurely gait.

Inside the bedroom, the hairdryer buzzed as Su Ruoyun sat comfortably between Huo Jingcheng's legs, letting him blow-dry her hair.

His technique was clumsy, but at least he didn't hurt Su Ruoyun.

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