Murong Rong chose the second option without hesitation, "Ask Qingtian to send me back."
Taking back the mobile phone in Murong Rong's hand, Yinzai pressed the phone and gave Leng Qingtian a few instructions.
"Qingtian is over there in the parking lot. Just go to the door and wait for him. Remember, no pigeons are allowed to fly. I will call Qingtian at any time to confirm!"
"I know, if you don't trust me, don't you trust Leng Qingtian?"
After sending Yinzai away, Murong Rong was about to go find his younger brother.
Murong Mu was already standing behind Murong Rong, took her hand and walked into the dressing room.
"Sister, he didn't cause trouble for you, did he? I was the one who asked someone to send him away."
"Is it you? Oh no, doesn't that mean he will come back soon?"
Murong Mu pouted, "Sister, what are you afraid of him for? It's just a man, so get rid of him quickly and find a better one."
"Mu'er." Murong Rong felt powerless. His younger brother's prejudice against Yin Zai had never diminished. No matter how she tried to explain, he still couldn't listen.
"Sister, don't talk about those insignificant people and things. I saw some of them sneaking into the reserved guest room, and he also brought a jammer, so we can't eavesdrop on their conversation."
Eavesdropping devices are useless, so we have to go into battle in person.
Murong Rong asked: "Is there anyone guarding the secret door?"
"Yes. I saw someone from them passing by, but I couldn't confirm which room they were in."
Murong Rong leaned in front of the closet, looking at the rows of dresses, and her head was spinning with ideas.
At this time, Leng Qingtian's voice came from the other side of the earring, "Sister-in-law, just now my eldest brother asked me to take you back. What happened?"
Murong Rong answered him: "It's okay. I was recognized by him accidentally. You deal with him first, and I will solve some problems first."
Opening a crack in the door of the dressing room, Murong Rong observed the people passing by the door from time to time. There were men and women, some came up to change clothes, and some went to the lounge to rest.
Murong Rong saw a young and handsome young man approaching, an acquaintance whom he had interacted with several times.
Murong Rong winked at Murong Mu and said, "Go and lead him in."
Murong Mu understood, opened the door and went out, walking towards ek's prince Zhuoran, "Prince, someone is looking for you."
"Who is it?" Zhuo Ran was unprepared and didn't know the danger was approaching.
Dare to attack ek's prince at ek's cocktail party, I'm afraid he has never even thought about it.
Zhuoran opened the door, and Murong Mu pushed him in from behind.
Before Zhuo Ran could figure out what was going on, he felt pain in his neck and was knocked unconscious by Murong Rong who was hiding in the room.
"What should we do next?" Murong Mu looked at Zhuo Ran who was unconscious on the ground and asked Murong Rong.
"Go get a glass of wine." Murong Rong took a dress from the closet, changed it in the fitting room, then sat in front of the dressing table, put on bright makeup, and tied her long hair into an elegant bun.
bun.
When Murong Mu came in with the wine, Murong Rong had just finished putting on makeup.
He took out a pill and put it into the wine. After it dissolved, Murong Rong asked Murong Mu to hold Zhuo Ran's head up, hold his mouth, and pour a large glass of it.
This pill is made from concentrated alcohol, and one pill is equivalent to 10 bottles of 40-proof wine.
Murong Rong then dipped the remaining wine on Zhuoran's clothes, and then dipped some on himself.
Suddenly, the room was filled with the overpowering smell of alcohol.
Less than half a cup of tea later, Zhuo Zhuo woke up.
In other words, he was drunk.
Zhuoran blinked his drunken eyes, breathed unsteadily, and his face was red.
He also started talking drunken words.
Murong Rong helped Zhuo Ran up and said to Murong Mu, "Wait for my news."
Opening the secret door, Murong stumbled out.
Immediately two men came over outside and asked, "What are you doing?"
Murong Zui looked at them with confused eyes, two of them were on the bright side and one was on the dark side. "What do you do... Do you have wine... Do you want us to drink together..."
The pills have an unusually strong aroma, and the aroma of alcohol produced is so strong that even those who drink less can get drunk.
The two men covered their noses and recognized one of the drunken men as the prince of Ek. It was not convenient to stop him, so they opened an empty room inside and let Murong Rong and Zhuo Ran walk in.
After closing the door, Murong Rong pushed the drunk Zhuoran off the bed and contacted his younger brother to come up.
Zhuoran was lying on the bed, mumbling to himself, twisting uncomfortably, and scratching at handfuls of red spots on his face.
The more he grabbed, the more uncomfortable he became, and his murmurs sounded like low sobs.