The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me-Chapter 2010 - 2432: Composed

He’s totally reckless now.

"No need to say more, I’ll find Tang Sheng first."

"Are you concerned about me?" Fu Rong asked incredulously.

After all the excessive things he did to her, she was still willing to care for him.

This is actually why Fu Rong dares to keep pressing; Ye Ranran is kind-hearted, no matter what, she isn’t willing to get angry at him.

She would always forgive him.

"Yes, I am concerned about you," Ye Ranran answered without hesitation.

Actually, she just didn’t want to help him bathe.

Helping a grown man bathe, if Jun Mochan knew about it, he’d definitely go crazy.

What Ye Ranran didn’t know was that the constantly unreachable Jun Mochan was already almost insane.

"I’m telling you not to worry, maybe something’s holding her up?" Zhou Xian said, covering his eyes.

He kept pacing in front of him, making his eyes blur.

Jun Mochan wished he could shut his damn mouth: "She’s now with Fu Rong, caught up in something, what do you think could be happening?"

The most important thing, nothing other than getting tangled up with Fu Rong.

What else could be so important?

Is he hinting that he’s being cheated on?

Zhou Xian belatedly realized he had said something he shouldn’t have.

"Can you stop imagining things, okay? You know Ranran’s character; if it really came to that point, she’d rather die than be humiliated."

"Are you cursing her to die?"

If it came to that, he’d rather she go along with it, as if she was bitten by a dog.

At least she’d still be here, with long years ahead.

"That’s not what I meant, can you stop misunderstanding me all the time?" Zhou Xian was completely ensnared by Jun Mochan.

Why does he always think of him as so bad? He was clearly trying to comfort him, okay?

"What do you think she’s doing now? Why isn’t she answering my call?"

"Why don’t you try calling again?" Zhou Xian suggested.

Jun Mochan thought about it and decided to call again.

Actually, aside from the very first call, all the subsequent ones were intercepted by Fu Rong.

After Ye Ranran left, the butler walked in and asked Fu Rong softly: "Mr. President, there’s a call from Jun Mochan."

Fu Rong touched his pocket, took out Ye Ranran’s phone: "Patch it through."

The butler took out a remote control, deactivated the blocking system, and the phone in Fu Rong’s hand immediately rang.

Without hesitation, Fu Rong pressed the answer button.

"Ranran, are you okay now? Why didn’t you answer the phone earlier?" Before Fu Rong could speak, Jun Mochan’s barrage of words came first.

"She’s not here right now, anything you want to say, you can say to me."

"Where is she now?" Jun Mochan’s tone was as cold as could be, like the freezing depths of winter.

"She’s, well, taking a bath now," Fu Rong turned on the faucet: "If you don’t believe it, I can let you listen."

He placed his hand under the tap, deliberately making loud splashing sounds.

After ten seconds, he picked up the phone to check, and surprisingly, Jun Mochan hadn’t hung up yet.

Impressive endurance, if it were any other man, they’d have angrily hung up long ago.

Jun Mochan’s endurance is truly unmatched.

"Do you believe it now?" Fu Rong asked.

"Do you think this makes me believe you? Have the guts to let Ranran personally come and talk to me."

As a skilled negotiator, even while cursing internally, desperate beyond measure, he can still remain calm when facing the enemy.