Xiahou Huan'er glanced at her and said, "Sister Qiangwei, please calm down. There may be some misunderstanding. How could I have a blood feud with the people here?"
"Madam, I feel sorry for you." Wild Rose turned to Dongfang Xing, who was silently sipping tea, and asked, "Boss, what do you think?"
Dongfang Xingyan uttered one word concisely: "No." An imperceptible chill flashed through his eyes.
The corner of Wild Rose's mouth twitched. This answer was really simple and neat, without any achievements. She turned to Dongfang Xingran, who had become even more silent, and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Hey, Dongfang Xingran, they say silence is golden, is it possible that it has always been there?"
Silence can grow a lot of gold?"
Dongfang Xingran didn't say a word, he just lowered his head and drank tea silently.
Wild Rose got a little angry, stepped forward, took off the hat on his head, glared at him and said: "Dongfang Xingran, stop pretending to be silent. Judging from the understanding on your face, you must know something."
Something we don’t know about, right?”
Yes, Dongfang Xingran still remembers what happened a long time ago, and Future has a somewhat unclear relationship with Wan Qinrou, so he must know more than them.
Xia Houhuan'er's eyes looked at him eagerly and said: "Kid, what do you know, tell us." It's very painful to guess blindly like this.
Dongfang Xingran slowly put down the teacup in his hand, stood up from the chair, and said coldly: "I'm tired."
After saying that, he ignored them and turned around and walked outside.
"Hey, you kid, what's your attitude?" Xiahou Huan'er stared at his back, as if she wanted to make two holes in it.
After a while, Si Chen came back.
Wild Rose immediately asked: "Si Chen, have you asked the future why her father said that to Madam."
Si Chen sat down, poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and then said, "She doesn't know anything."
Everyone looked at each other.
Dongfang Xing stood up suddenly, took Xia Houhuan'er's hand and walked to the bedroom and said, "You have been riding in the car all day today. If you are tired, go and take a rest."
"In this situation, I can only sleep because there are ghosts..." Xiahou Huan'er muttered in a low voice.
"Be good, be obedient." Dongfang Xing couldn't help but push her onto the bed.
Xiahou Huan'er lay on the bedside, looked up at him, and said jokingly: "Why do you keep letting me rest? Do you want to hide it from me and go out to do bad things?"
Dongfang Xing immediately gave her a cold look: "You didn't sleep for long last night, and you've been on the bus for another day today. I'm worried that you won't be able to endure it, and you don't know what's good or bad."
The boss said, and hit her head with a blow that was neither light nor heavy.
"Wow...it's not okay for people to joke with you, you tyrant, you don't have any sense of humor." Xiahou Huan'er stuck out her tongue at him, made a face, and then rolled into the bed.
"If you don't rest, I will let you know what violent suppression means." Mr. Xing raised the corner of his mouth in a cold sneer, and his fingers crackled.
"You tyrant, you want to commit domestic violence~" Xiahou Huan'er screamed, pulled the quilt and hid herself in it.
Seeing her childish behavior, Mr. Xing immediately rolled his eyes, sat down by the bed, pulled back the quilt, and dug out her head.
"Don't be such a child and rest quickly."
Xiahou Huan'er squinted at him, curled her lips and said, "You are so anxious to get me to sleep, what exactly do you want to do?"
