Cheng Yue shook his head, "You have to ask He Si, I just came back yesterday."
Jian Yao raised his eyebrows and sighed: "For the first time in more than ten years, I discovered that brother also loves women. Tsk, you were not here just now, and the tone of brother's words was simply too scary. When something happened to Chu Xuan, I didn't either
I saw that he took good care of me."
"But I'm very curious. It stands to reason that this little beauty has a close relationship with me, and she can sleep directly in his bed. Then why doesn't brother remove the effect of the medicine on her personally, and then calls me over? Could it be that he is concerned about the perversion of the medicine?
side effects?"
Cheng Yue has always been serious and mature, and did not make any comments on the doubts raised by Jian Yao.
"Wood!" Jian Yao glared at him.
Assistant Cheng's face was expressionless.
"Young Master Rong." Rong Li walked down the stairs. Cheng Yue stood up immediately. When Jian Yao heard this, he jumped up neatly and said politely, "Brother."
"Yeah." Sitting on the British-style sofa, Rong Li narrowed his eyes, crossed his long legs, and showed aristocratic elegance in his movements, lazy and dangerous, like a cheetah.
Cheng Yue said: "He Si has already taken care of the people."
Rong Li nodded slightly. How could the little girl he couldn't bear to hurt be allowed to be bullied by others? The light shone into his deep black eyes, turning into dark fire from hell. He lightly curled his lips and said, "Tell He Si, I want Qin Feng
One finger."
His tone was very calm, as if he was cutting just a hair.
Cheng Yue, "Understood."
Jian Yao, who was acting as the audience, was a little depressed. He eagerly wanted to know the identity of the woman on Rong Li's bed, but he didn't have the courage to ask. He was scratching his head. He must find He Si later, otherwise he would have to go to bed tonight.
Suffocate to death.
Rong Li gave a few instructions and Cheng Yue left. Jian Yao looked at the dark sky outside the window and said to Rong Li: "Brother, I won't leave tonight."
He planned to take advantage of tomorrow to observe Wen Wen.
"Whatever." After saying that, he went upstairs to his room.
Jian Yao is a little disappointed. Brother always cherishes his words like gold!
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The sun rises and the moon sets. At the end of October, the temperature in Ningcheng has dropped significantly. In the morning, the mist is like a veil, a cool breeze blows, and the dewdrops reflect the glow, making it crystal clear.
Rong Li always gets up earlier than her.
Wen Xin stared blankly at the empty space beside her. She reached over and gently touched the traces of his sleep. The quilt was full of Rong Li's scent.
The memory of last night gradually came back, and her warm white jade-like face was stained with red. She was wrapped in a silk quilt, and her face was hot.
No matter how she was afraid of Rong Li before, after last night, she had a different view of him.
She felt that Rong Li was not as cold and heartless as he seemed on the surface.
Today is Saturday, he should be at home. When Wen Xin went downstairs, he was still struggling with how to deal with the fact that he kissed him on his own initiative.
When she walked down the stairs, she looked up and saw the scene in the living room that surprised her: Wen Qi was kneeling on the ground. Although Wen Yanjun was sitting, his stiff posture revealed his restless mood at this time.
Rong Li sat calmly on the sofa, picked up a newspaper, and placed a cup of black coffee on the coffee table. His expression was calm, as if Wen Yanjun and his daughter did not exist.
Wen Xin's brain was startled.
The previously extremely tense low pressure in the living room was relieved by the arrival of warmth.
Rong Li looked at her and said calmly: "Come here."
Wen Xin's heart beat, and many questions arose. Her bright eyes flashed between the people. She walked to Rong Li and turned sideways to say hello to Wen Yanjun: "Dad."