Chapter 41

A lot of tianrongmo feel that Liao Zilu's reaction is a little strange, with a fear of flattering gesture.

It's totally different from the previous arrogant and anxious attitude. There must be something hidden from him.

Rong Mo no longer has the heart to work.

In such a large office, the assistant called over, "what's strange recently?"

The assistant thought for a moment, "it seems that... There is no..."

"Yes or no?" Rong Mo can't help barking.

As soon as the prestige came out, the assistant was still a little nervous. "It's... Yes... Yes..."

"As my personal assistant, I said that no matter what happens, you should report to me directly. I'm not the one who pays you. You have to think clearly."

"Yes... Yes... President..." the assistant scratched his head and said, "there's something strange recently."

Looking at the president's "you keep talking" eyes, he swallowed his saliva and continued, "every day when I go to work, I always pass by Times Square, and every day there are all kinds of promotional films and even many famous posters, but recently it's very strange, When I come to work every morning, there are still the latest posters and posters in the center of times square. But when I go out for lunch or afternoon tea, the posters and posters disappear. Even the newspaper kiosks nearby disappear. When I go home after work in the evening, the posters come out again, It's like juggling. "

Rong Mo doesn't think so. It's nothing

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that someone is operating in the dark box, deliberately hiding something?

Is it to hide from him?

At the thought of Liao Zilu's strange reaction recently, he is more sure of this idea.

"What time do you get off work?" He asked.

The assistant swallowed his saliva and said, "I can't get off work until the president leaves."

The little assistant looked at him strangely.

Rong Mo subconsciously touched the next face, "how? What's on my face? "

"No, no, no, it's clean." The little assistant waved his hand.

"If you keep something from me, you won't have to come to work tomorrow."

Little assistant thought, even if I'm hiding from you, you don't know.

"Er... The spokesperson of those posters is the same person..."

Rong Mo's eyes are colder.

The assistant is scared.

"The poster spokesperson is... Is..."

"It's Miss Yan."

Finally, the stone in the little assistant's heart finally fell to the ground. It's a big deal to stretch one's head and shrink one's head.

Die early, live early.

Yan Yiqing?

The surname Yan is very rare, and there is only one surname Yan he knows, and Yan Yiqing.

Rongmo's look was like the waves in the deep sea. On the surface, it was very calm, but the inland had been rough for a long time.

If it's Yan Yiqing, it's really easy to understand. After all, Liao Zilu doesn't want to know her recent situation.

However, the thought that a woman should dare to block all his messages with one hand, leaving him in a world that has been dealt with, makes him extremely angry and hard to accept.

"You go down."

The little assistant who got the order almost trotted out of the office.

It's frightening.

The president's eyes just now are cannibal. This job is really a waste of life.

Who let the other party be the gold owner? Ah.

That night, Rong Mo worked late, and even changed the route of leisurely's return to Rong house.

indeed.

Other routes were not intercepted by Liao Zilu.

There is the same woman in the square all over the street.

Wearing exquisite underwear made of leaves, with elk like horns growing on the top of his head and wreaths, his long wavy hair came down. He walked barefoot through the tropical rain forest, stepped on rocks and jumped over streams. He looked like a fairy in the mountains. It was hard for people to move their eyes away.

The women on the promo either laugh or look back with a special flavor.

He could hardly move his eyes, which stuck to his eyes like a magnet.

He hasn't heard from Yanyiqing for a long time.

What's more, she went to speak for underwear.

And it's very hot to see the trend.

It seems that since the last night club thing, there is not much involved between them.

He thought that he could forget Yan Yiqing, and even as long as she disappeared, he could take it as not caring. The more he didn't care, the more nervous he was, and the harder he put it on the top of his heart.

"Mr. Rong..."

"Mr. Rong..."

The driver called several times in a row, but rongmo saw that the other side didn't have any reaction. When he looked outside again, the one who should come came was still coming. The young grandmother was so secretive that she couldn't hide it in the end.

Ah.

It can only be a sigh. How could he, a little driver, know the thoughts of the rich and powerful?

He can be a good driver.

What Rong Mo didn't expect was that it was only a month later, and Yan Yiqing grew up like this.

At the thought of her wearing that kind of sexy pajamas or underwear endorsement shooting all kinds of posters, his heart is like living in a poisonous snake constantly devouring all his reason, at the thought that there will be so many men like him looking at Yan Yiqing sexy or simple appearance, he is not angry.

Yan Yiqing!

Good!

Now I dare.

The wings are really hard.

On the other hand, Yan Yiqing has a cold and fever, wrapped in a big quilt, and is eating hot pot with Xiao Mengyao and Ning HaoChen. The bottom of the hot pot is red and spicy, with a thick layer of pepper on it. Just smelling it is enough to make people choke.

But Yiqing likes this kind of pepper very much.

Pick up a piece of beef in the bottom of the pot constantly brush, eat can be happy.

Instead, Ning HaoChen only eats simple vegetables with chopsticks, and even more does not use chopsticks to swish into the pot.

"It's really cool to eat chili when you have a cold. HaoChen, why don't you eat it? Come on, don't mention it. When you get here, you'll think it's your own home. Eat more beef and leek. It's good for you to have a strong Yang." Without saying a word, Yan Yiqing's heartless face gives Ning HaoChen a lot of vegetables.

Xiao Mengyao's mouth twitches. This is her home. Why does she have the illusion that she and Ning HaoChen are guests?

She shook her head.

Pick up the cup on the table, fill it with wine, and say to Ning HaoChen, "this time, it's still thanks to you. If it wasn't for the good resources you gave, Qingqing would not have become a formal model. She did this cup."

Ning HaoChen's eyes have been staying on the petite Xiao Mengyao, looking at each other's toast, he also said, "you're welcome, Qingqing is my childhood, we all grew up together, I can't help her when she's in trouble."

However, out of selfishness, he wanted to get closer to Xiao Mengyao.

Cough

But it's not convenient for him to say that.