Mr. Rong snorted lightly and urged slowly: "Why are you still standing there? Tell me!"

Just say, is there anyone who asks for help?

You have to figure it out, but now he has something to ask for him, so how can he make him look like an old man!

It's so unhappy!

Christine gave him a secret glance before sitting by the bed, holding Luo Anning's shoulder with one hand, and began to tell the story.

The causes and consequences of last night, including how Mr. Rong shamelessly occupied his bed, and he also drove him to sleep on the sofa...

...

After a series of words, Luo Anning's face began to ease a little. However, before she could ask questions, Christine curled the corners of her lips again and looked at Rong Shao: "Even this does not prove that you are really innocent of that hot model. Everyone knows that men, especially in the morning, have a particularly strong demand in that aspect. Isn't it, An Ning?"

He threw the problem to Luo Anning. As expected, Luo Anning's face turned darker, which was even more serious than before.

"I am not so ungrateful that I dare not admit what I have done, but I will never admit what I have done!" Young Master Rong leaned against the door frame with disdain.

"Who knows, it's okay to say it. After all, the eyes of the masses are bright and bright. You and the hot-bodied hot model came out of the hotel early in the morning. There were so many kiss marks on their bodies that were blinding, and your clothes were wrinkled and messy for the first time. I want me to tell you, nine out of ten people believed that you and the woman were in the hotel all night, and there was another one who didn't believe that either had a pit in their brains or had their brains growing on their chests."

Christine was not afraid of death and added fuel to the fire. She said it in an orderly manner, as if it was really the case.

"Rong Yu, shut up!" Young Master Rong growled: "Another nonsense, you will go to sleep with your bald Tibetan mastiff tonight!"

"Okay, I said Tony, I still have a debt to settle with you!" Christine made a crisp sound of 'cracking' by her fingers: "My Tony is such a handsome dog, you have ruined it into that ugly look!"

"It's just a dog. I want to give you a truck tomorrow! Now, shut your mouth for me!"

"Who cares about your truck? I have to settle the score for Tony now, so I won't talk about it!"

"You are a weird one to settle accounts for a stinky dog. It's really a world of wonders." Mr. Rong snorted coldly.

Christine narrowed her eyes: "Are you insulting me?"

"No, I'm praising you." Rong Shao said casually.

Christine, who grew up drinking foreign ink, looked at him skeptically, always thinking that something was strange, but she couldn't tell what was weird...

Just as Christine was questioning, the housekeeper ran up happily, "Master, Young Master Rong, Young Master Rong Grandma, Young Master Tang from the Tang Sect are here to visit."

Tang Dynasty?

What did he do suddenly here at this time?

Luo Anning frowned slightly in confusion, and Christine waved her hand indifferently: "I won't see you, let's send him away."

"Shut up!" Young Master Rong growled again.

Of course he doesn't want to see him if he didn't come to see him!

He said lightly, and sent Achao away. Who will explain it to him?
Chapter completed!