The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 121 - 119

In the kitchen.

Rong Zhi unwrapped the lollipop in her hand, threw it into the pot, and turned on the heat to simr slowly.

She turned on the exhaust fan, and while the dicine was cooking, sent Rong Fengmian a WeChat ssage. She had already told him yesterday when she returned to stay at Zhao Hecheng’s place for a few days, but Rong Fengmian hadn’t replied.

She asked He Songzhi, who also said he hadn’t seen him recently.

Rong Zhi was a little worried.

In a place like Beijing where Rong Fengmian didn’t know anyone, and with him not at ho or the hospital, where could he be?

Ten minutes later, the dense aroma of the dicine filled the kitchen, and the exhaust fan couldn’t dissipate the sll. Rong Zhi was used to it, but the three outside weren’t.

Jiang Gujun and Rong Jiazze rushed over first.

The mont the little ones opened the kitchen door, they covered their mouths and noses, frowning, "Brother, what are you cooking? It slls awful."

"dicine," Rong Zhi took a ceramic bowl from the kitchen cabinet and poured in the unbearable dicine, then handed it to Jiang Gujun, "Take it."

Jiang Gujun covered his nose with the back of his hand, frowning at the black dicinal liquid in front of him, "Mr. Rong, who is this bowl of dicine for?"

Rong Zhi glanced at him without answering, instead asking, "What do you think?"

Jiang Gujun, suddenly feeling rejected, "... "

Alright, got it.

He reluctantly carried the bowl of dicine out of the kitchen, and once he left, Rong Zhi closed the kitchen door. There were a lot of vegetables on the countertop. She was a little hungry and planned to make so noodles to eat.

Seeing that she was going to cook, Rong Jiazze brought over a stool to help wash vegetables next to her, muttering, "Brother, do you think Brother Su likes you? The last ti we were at the hospital, I saw him pushing all the dishes your way."

"Actually, Brother Su is quite nice. Although he acts like a rogue sotis, I can tell he genuinely likes you."

Rong Zhi was chopping cucumber with such skill and speed that it didn’t look like chopping cucumbers but more like sothing else.

Rong Jiazze felt a chill in his head and imdiately quieted down to wash vegetables silently.

Just when he thought Rong Zhi wouldn’t answer, he heard the young man speaking unhurriedly as he turned on the heat, "So young, and you understand so much."

Rong Jiazze chuckled sheepishly.

As a child, he had been abducted and had unique experiences, allowing him to grasp the ways of the world that others needed a long ti to understand. Compared to Rong Fengmian, he seed even more like an adult.

Rong Zhi ruffled his hair.

On the other side, the living room was on the verge of chaos compared to the harmonious beauty of the kitchen.

Bai Su sat on the edge of the sofa, hugging a cushion, rubbing his head against it with a listless expression, his eyes shallow.

Jiang Gujun handed the bowl of dicine over and kindly advised, "Mr. Su, good dicine is bitter. Just drink it."

Bai Su’s voice was indifferent, "Take it away."

Jiang Gujun imdiately felt a headache.

When he was little, this master fell ill in the womb, and after birth, he was frail and weak. It took half a year of care to get better, and later he was said to bring bad luck to his family.

Not long after birth, he was taken away by his maternal grandfather, and it wasn’t clear what the grandfather did to him, causing him now to reflexively reject Chinese dicine.

Oh, he also quite resists Western dicine.

Jiang Gujun took a deep breath, reminding himself that this was the master who needed careful care, and then he calmly persuaded with a smile, "Just a sip. Don’t let Mr. Rong’s efforts go to waste."

"Rong Zhi?" Bai Su raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly, "What’s the connection with her?"

Jiang Gujun replied openly, "This bowl of dicine was brewed by Mr. Rong! Didn’t we just sll that awful sll? That was Mr. Rong brewing dicine."

Bai Su pursed his lips, staring at the bowl of black dicinal liquid, with obvious reluctance in his eyes.

But the dicine was brewed by little brother.

After a long while.

His ntal resolve finally overca his physical resistance, and Bai Su reached out with his well-defined hand to pick up the bowl of dicine. The water color in his peach blossom eyes vanished, replaced by a dark depth. He gently exhaled, putting the bowl to his lips and downing it in one go.

The next second, his stomach imdiately churned, and his face turned extrely pale as he covered his mouth and staggered towards the restroom.

Rong Zhi happened to open the kitchen door, catching a glimpse of a hurried figure, and frowned as she glanced in Bai Su’s direction, then looked questioningly at Jiang Gujun.

Jiang Gujun was also startled.

He didn’t expect Bai Su to react so strongly to the dicine, especially when he seed fine at the hospital.

Jiang Gujun rubbed his hands nervously, deeply worried, and upon eting Rong Zhi’s gaze, gave a brief explanation.

Rong Zhi nodded, pointing to the kitchen, "There is porridge inside, bring it out first."