Chapter 363

"No way." Yan Yiqing's attitude is particularly firm.

Xia Yijian frowned and threatened, "if you don't agree, I'll kiss you here now. Anyway, I always want to achieve my goal. "

Yan Yiqing raised her chin, with a little arrogant to top him, "you kiss in the afternoon, here." She pointed to her forehead.

"What's that?" Xia Yijian opened his eyes wide, "is it possible to kiss anywhere except lips?"

Yan Yi Qing spat at him, "brother Xia, are you going to change your career and become a apprentice?"

At last, Xia Yijian couldn't help laughing. He bent over Yan Yiqing's forehead and said, "don't scare you. I won't do anything you don't like. Don't worry. Tomorrow's shooting will be smooth. "

Yan Yiqing backhand touched the forehead in the middle of the kiss, because feel almost with the children ask for goodnight kiss, no resistance feeling, so nodded, "see you tomorrow."

It's a long day. Yan Yiqing goes home and washes casually. When she looks at the time, she is startled - it's ten o'clock.

It's rare to have a chance to go to bed early. Yan Yiqing lies comfortably on the bed and is ready to brush her microblog for a while. As a result, as soon as she opens her microblog, she is immediately awakened by the headlines.

"Big news in the evening! An anonymous person who didn't want to be named just sent a screenshot of Rong Mo's sister's circle of friends, which she just sent tonight

Yan Yiqing opened the screenshot and looked at it. She knew that the screenshot was absolutely true. The photos were not just her smiling at the camera, Rong Yilan holding her mobile phone in front of the camera, and Rong Mo holding her arm attentively without looking at the camera.

Looking at the microblog that is about to explode, Yan Yiqing can't help sighing. This is Rong Yilan's promise that "she won't send it to the Internet casually"?

After thinking for a while between responding and not responding, Yanyiqing still chooses the latter, because in such a short time of her tangle, rongmo has made the response first.

"Rong Mo: not yet."

The response style is as straight as ever, and the key point is simple and incomparable. Although it is still surrounded by people who eat melons, it is at least that the party concerned came out and made a positive reply.

There are a lot of colorful painting styles in the comments. There are people waving flags and shouting for their early reunion, Yan Yiqing's fans coming to inspect their character and dundundun's instruction, Xia Yijian's fans coming to wave the battle flag, and a large group of people who don't know why they quarreled... In short, Rong Mo didn't reply to any of them, but for the first time, he updated his second microblog on the same day, and it was also a picture of Yan Yiqing.

Yan Yiqing stares at this picture and thinks for a long time. She doesn't know when she slept so sweetly on Rong Mo's leg. At last, she gives up, turns her mobile phone into silent mode and puts it on the bedside table. She falls asleep peacefully.

On the other side of the ocean, early in the morning, in the Rong family's luxurious mansion, Rong Hangyi was already wearing a riding suit and sitting in a Chinese style restaurant drinking morning tea. He idled on one leg, testing a bracelet that could remotely manipulate electronics by detecting muscle movements.

The screen embedded in the wall is Yan Yiqing's microblog interface.

Rong Hangyi refreshes several times and confirms that Yan Yiqing won't have any movement. Then he sighs. He points to Rong Mo's microblog, which is highly recommended by the system. He opens his photo album and saves those photos separately. Then he opens each one and admires every detail with his eyes.

Looking at it, he suddenly got angry again and smashed the new product on his hand to the ground. He was so scared that all the people standing in the restaurant were afraid to come out, for fear that the devil would let people see blood if he was not happy.

"You see, is she beautiful?" Rong Hang stood up and asked slowly.

In a chilling silence, an old woman who had worked in the house for many years raised her head and replied, "Miss Yan, of course she is very pretty."

"You're right!" Rong Hangyi pointed to her with great satisfaction and said, "I'll let the housekeeper give you a raise in a moment. I like people who tell the truth."

However, there was not a trace of joy on the woman's face. On the contrary, she looked lucky for the rest of her life. She lowered her head quietly again - when Miss Yan was still there, young master... No, the present owner is not like this!

But since that day

"But I can only see her in other people's photos!" Rong Hang growled, "it's still from the lens of a man who covets her! You see, Rong Mo can take such a picture! Ah?! He can take such a picture, which means that unless he dies, he will let Ann go! And me?! I am trapped in the broken place of M country, and I can't take the initiative to find her in my life, just because she made me swear before she escaped! Because she knows how I can refuse anything to her face to face! "

When Rong Hang got angry, his eyes were almost red, and his white and three-dimensional face was a little ferocious.

But in a breathing time, he miraculously took back all these emotions and turned back to the smiling face that was somewhat similar to Yan Yiqing. He took a long breath and patted himself on the chest. "Ann doesn't like the way I'm angry. I have to restrain myself - is Mr. Patrick here?"

"It's at the door." The young housekeeper in a tuxedo responded immediately.

"I'm going." Rong Hangyi said with ease, stepping on the bracelet made by the company's latest technology, "the sample is good. Make a meeting with their project director for me - Oh, before that, put these photos in my room."

"Yes." The golden haired young housekeeper bowed deeply.

Rong Hang looked at Yan Yiqing's face on the wall and the smile in his eyes. He hummed out of the door of the room.

Behind him, all the servants were relieved. They looked at each other and found that no one could laugh.

One of the young girls said in a low voice, "I thought I was going to change the carpet again. I was afraid it would be me... After the last meeting between the owner and those people, the carpet in the whole room was soaked with blood and couldn't be cleaned..." she said, crying in a low voice with fear.

The other girls beside her, though all white faced, still held on to comfort her.

The young housekeeper looked at the scene without expression, ready to mercifully give them some weak time. He took two steps and stopped in front of the old woman who had just answered Rong Hangyi's question. He looked at her wrinkled face and said, "who is this person?" His hand pointed to Yan Yiqing on the screen.