Chapter 35 Silly Girl
The man listened to Su Ti's muttering and smiled knowingly.

I knew her character long ago, so there was no point in arguing with her over trivial matters.

A moment of silence.

Rong Shaoting lit a cigarette, his handsome face hidden behind the mist, blurry and profound.

"How many days do you plan to stay in Hong Kong?"

"About two days, maybe the day after tomorrow." Su Ti squinted her eyes and asked him casually, "Where's Mr. Rong?"

The man exhaled a cigarette, his expression gentle, "Same as you, I will return to Pingjiang the day after tomorrow."

Suti's eyes lit up.

A little excited.

He was not in Pingjiang in the first few days, and she didn't feel comfortable sending him a message.

There are many complicated things going on in Gangcheng Group, and since the two of them are not in the same city, there is no suitable reason to look for him.

Suti has always been free and easy, rarely deliberately hiding her emotions.

The smile that crept up to the corners of his eyebrows and eyes was clearly seen by Rong Shaoting.

He curled his lips and spoke in a low voice: "Why are you so happy?"

It's obvious that you're asking this question even though you already know the answer.

Suti said no and lowered her head to drink tea.

I peeked over the rim of the cup, but was met with the man's gaze as deep as ink.

Their eyes met for a moment, and then the girl looked away as if nothing had happened.

But her raised eyebrows and curved eyes still betrayed her good mood.

The two were neither far nor close at this time.

Su Ti sat on the double sofa next to the man.

When she lowered her head, the hair on her forehead fell to the rim of the cup, covering her eyes.

Before I could reach out to sort it out, a big hand reached out from the side.

The man has broad palms and his knuckles are symmetrical and distinct.

The dry fingertips did not touch her skin.

He just lifted that strand of hair and gently tucked it behind Suti's ear.

Although we didn't touch each other, the heat radiating from my palm seemed hotter than the steam from the tea.

Su Ti's eyelashes trembled slightly and she dared not move.

His eyes were fixed on the movement of his hand, and his heartbeat became increasingly violent.

Rong Shaoting fixed her hair, and his warm fingers, which were about to withdraw, suddenly fell on her eyebrows.

Suti looked up.

The fingertips touched her eyebrows twice, and she said two words in pure Cantonese, "Silly girl."

If Jiang Chen said these two words, Su Ti would definitely retort "You are the stupid one".

But the man in front of him was Rong Shaoting.

The slow, mellow and correct voice was so pleasant to the ears that it gave those two words a filter for no reason.

Su Ti's delicate cheeks turned a light pink, and it was unclear whether it was caused by the tea or the heat from the man's fingers.

There were two knocks on the door.

The middle-aged nanny came in hurriedly.

"Mr. Rong, I'm sorry I'm back late." The nanny put away her umbrella and looked around for Lin Cong, "Young Master..."

Rong Shaoting raised his head slightly, signaling her to be patient.

He said calmly, "Lin Cong has something to do upstairs. Please take Miss Su to the guest room to tidy up first."

Nanny: "Oh, okay, Miss Su, please follow me."

First floor guest rooms.

Su Ti hung the man's suit on the back of the chair. The nanny came out of the bathroom and asked her, "Miss Su, do you want to take a shower?"

"No, just give me a hot towel, please."

The nanny answered and came back with two white towels soaked in hot water in her hands.

Su Ti took it, bent down and carefully wiped the dust that splashed on her legs.

After some tidying up, the discomfort my skin felt after being exposed to the rain was relieved a lot.

The nanny was very perceptive. Seeing that her skirt and sun-protective clothes were wet, she offered to help her use the machine to dry them.

Su Ti declined the nanny's kindness.

This is Lin Cong's villa, she can't really treat it as her own home.

In just five or six minutes, Suti walked out of the guest room.

Walking back to the living room, it was already drizzling outside the window. Rong Shaoting put one hand in his pocket, standing in front of the glass window, his straight back line was straight and straight, giving people a strong sense of security.

Suti looked at it for a few seconds.

Then he walked behind the man and handed him his coat, "Thank you, Mr. Rong. The rain has stopped. I'll go back first."

The man turned around and saw a girl who looked much more delicate and neat than before.

Her ponytail was tied up high, and her palm-sized cheeks were moist after being cleansed.

The clear black and white eyes were slightly raised, clear without a trace of impurities.

Seeing that she was holding the suit in her hand, Rong Shaoting grabbed it with one hand and whispered, "Wait for me in the car first."

Su Ti wanted to say no need to see her off, but she saw the man raise the phone to his ear, and without further ado, he turned around and walked out the door.

Down in the porch, raindrops dripped down along the eaves.

It's like a natural rain curtain.

Su Ti stood there for a while, and unconsciously reached out to feel how heavy the rain was.

Steady footsteps were heard behind me, and then my wrist was grabbed and gently pulled back.

"You like the rain so much?"

Hear the man's teasing.

While feeling the warmth coming from her wrist, Su Ti softly refuted him: "No way, I just want to see if the rain is still heavy."

Rong Shaoting squeezed her wrist a little harder and said, "No matter how heavy the rain is, I can still get you home safely."

After saying this, the man let go of his hand.

Su Ti put her arms behind her back and gently rubbed her wrists. The residual temperature there lingered and was warm.

"Remember to take a hot bath when you get home."

At this time, Rong Shaoting said as he put the suit on her shoulders again.

He took the opportunity to lift up her hair that was pinned down by her collar, his movements more delicate than before.

In fact, Hong Kong is very hot in July.

Even when it rains, the air is still hot and humid.

It is conceivable that if you wear a suit on your body without the cooling of air conditioning, you will quickly feel stuffy.

Su Ti endured and said nothing until she got into the Bentley and noticed the air-conditioning temperature was too low. Then she suddenly understood the man's intention.

It takes less than three minutes to drive from Villa 52 back to Villa 77.

The traditional villa of the Jiang family is right in front of us.

Su Ti sat in the car without moving, looking at the man beside her. She wanted to speak but didn't know where to start.

In short, there is a slight reluctance in my heart, blaming the time passing too fast and the distance being too close.

The conversation came to an end before we could even finish a few words.

With a click, the lighter rang.

As the car window was lowered, the driver in the front seat spoke something in Cantonese very quickly. Su Ti didn't hear it clearly. She only saw the driver push the door and get out of the car by surprise.

The man next to me lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it.

The hand holding the cigarette rested on his knees on the side of the window, and wisps of smoke floated out of the window.

"Besides attending the banquet, have you had any other activities in the past few days?"

Rong Shaoting tilted his head and looked at him, with a thick and deep meaning in his eyes.

Suti didn't think about it any further, and only talked about the action plan for the day, "There is an art evening auction tonight, I plan to go and watch it."

After a moment's thought, Rong Shaoting realized that it was a traveling evening auction of modern art.

"Own?"

"With Jiang Chen." For some reason, Su Ti reiterated Jiang Chen's identity, "My cousin."

Then, her eyes sparkled, "I heard that there are many contemporary artworks worth auctioning and collecting. Mr. Rong... do you have time to go and see them?"

After Su Ti finished speaking, she looked at the man eagerly.

Being looked at like that, it would be hard to say no.

Rong Shaoting reached out his hand to flick the ash from his cigarette outside the window, his face turned away so his expression could not be seen. "I may have a business dinner tonight."

Su Ti was a little disappointed, but it was also expected.

After all, he is not an idle young man.

The huge Hongrong Group has countless important matters that require him to preside over the overall situation.

Su Ti convinced herself and readily accepted the answer, "I'm just asking casually..."

The words were about to fall.

Su Ti's head suddenly felt heavy, and the man raised his palm and gently rubbed her hair twice, "Go first with your cousin, I'll be there later."

(End of this chapter)