The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

The assistant closed his eyes and howled, "Master, Second Master asks you to go home and say hello to Madam!"

As soon as he finished shouting, he quickly opened the distance between the two, for fear of being used as a blower.

The music was turned off, and the noisy box was quiet for a moment.

The room was strange and silent, and even the air seemed to condense.

"…"

"…"

No, isn't the wife of the uncle of the Rong family gone long ago?

Where did this lady come from?

Wait... Could this be the second master's woman?

Damn, they seem to have heard some great news.

Accidentally learned the secrets of the rich and powerful, wouldn't it be silently wiped off the neck?

Everyone looked at each other without saying a word, and lowered their heads in different expressions, not daring to look at Rong Shao's already ashen face.

"Oh? Madam?"

Sitting on the sofa, Rong Shichu had a stiff back and blue veins on his forehead.

He lit the cigarette in his hand and took a deep breath.

A thin layer of smoke lingered around him, adding a bit of mystery to him.

Rong Shichu looked unpredictable, picked up his jacket and got up, "Let's go, go home!"

As soon as he left, the box immediately boiled.

The big guy turned his attention to the **** the sofa.

Their eyes were bright, as if hungry wolves had seen delicious tender meat.

"Qingyun, aren't you and Rong Shao boyfriend and girlfriend? When did the Rong family have a wife?"

"Good rhyme, you can give us the bottom line. We promise that it will never be rumored."

The girl surrounded by the crowd was shy, and her face was dyed with a tinge of red.

Gu Qingyun grabbed the hem of the skirt with her small hand, pursed her lips, and said somewhat helplessly: "This... I don't know very well."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head silently, her eyes twinkling with a dim light.

After the man in the corner of the box answered the phone, he walked towards Gu Qingyun with a serious face, "Yun, it's time for us to go home."

Gu Xichen's profile was sharp and angular, and there was a deep worry in his deep eyes.

Damn, why are companies getting hacked?

The man's eyes were too cold, and Gu Qingyun snorted in her heart.

"Okay, brother."

She stood up obediently, handed her hand to Gu Xichen, and the two left the box hand in hand.

The protagonists of tonight's party have all left, and the people who stayed behind felt bored and left with a lot of worries.

Rong Shichu sat in the car with a lot of thought, completely unable to understand which corner this "Mrs." came from.

He sat like a needle, suffering from inner suffering.

Just a few minutes drive, but it seems as long as a century.

Ten minutes later, Rong Shichu stood at the door with a bad expression on his face.

"pat-"

He threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stepped on the unburned cigarette on his exquisite leather shoes, and crushed it hard.

"Master, you are back."

"Come in quickly, Madam is still waiting inside."

Hearing the servant's words, Rong Shichu gave her a bad look.

"If you don't want to die, shut your mouth for me."

A sullen smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. After tidying up his clothes, he walked quickly into the house.

"Tap-tap-"

Men's leather shoes stomped on the floor with a crisp sound.

Hearing the somewhat messy footsteps, the girl in the sofa opened her eyes.

She smiled, her elbows resting on the armrest of the sofa.

Rong Shichu came to the living room and happened to see this scene.

It's a pity that at this time, he has absolutely no intention to appreciate any beauty.

"Heh... What kind of disgusting thing is this thing, and it dares to enter my door at will."

He put one hand in his pocket and looked arrogantly at the lazy and sultry Mu Changying.

Rong Shichu raised his foot and stepped on the coffee table, kicking the water cup on it to the ground.

"Are you going out by yourself, or shall I have someone carry you out?"

This woman is really tired of living, and she doesn't even look at her identity, is she worthy of the name Mrs. Rong?