Madame, she specializes in all kinds of dissatisfaction

This is the first time Wen Ruosheng has done such an unqualified thing in his life.

He pulled the man who had just gotten into the taxi in front of him abruptly, and sat on it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The man looked at Wen Ruosheng blankly and shouted loudly.

"Sorry, I have something urgent, sorry." Wen Ruosheng apologized repeatedly.

The driver seemed to have some complaints and hesitated for a while.

When Wen Ruosheng handed over the banknotes in his pocket, the driver's eyes lit up, and he no longer complained: "Where are you going, Miss?"

"Follow the black sports car in front." Wen Ruosheng pointed to the sports car that just jumped out and said.

The driver looked astonished: "Miss, this is a taxi."

"I know, stop talking nonsense, let's go quickly." Wen Ruosheng patted the driver on the shoulder and said anxiously.

The driver had no choice but to bite the bullet and step on the accelerator.

You must know that it is a bit overwhelming to catch up with a sports car, not to mention the roar of the engine just now, you can feel the powerful aura from a long distance.

The driver was in a cold sweat along the way, for fear that Wen Ruosheng would take back the handful of money he was holding just now.

Wen Ruosheng could only catch up with Han Jingting based on his feeling, but looking at this direction, it seemed to be heading in the direction of Han's old house.

At the fork in the road, the driver stopped.

"Why stop, hurry up." Wen Ruosheng looked at the time anxiously, and asked loudly.

The driver hesitated for a moment: "Miss, you can't go here anymore."

"Why?" Wen Ruosheng didn't know what to do at this juncture.

"You may not know that in front of this is the Han family's villa. Usually, we won't let them in casually. When we get here, we can leave well. If we really step into that threshold, we may not be able to walk out standing up. Yes." The driver said seriously.

Seeing the timid look on the driver's face, Wen Ruosheng could already guess what he was thinking. Now it seemed that it was impossible to persuade the driver to continue walking towards the top of the mountain.

Being able to stop here already gave her a lot of face.

Seeing the delay of every minute and every second, Wen Ruosheng had no choice but to grit his teeth and hand over the money in his hand.

Open the door and run towards the top of the mountain.

The driver looked at Wen Ruosheng's behavior and couldn't help sighing: "This kid is still too young to be sensible at all."

Wen Ruosheng looked at the time, there were only the last 8 minutes left in half an hour, it was impossible to run up in one go, but she couldn't just give up so easily, otherwise it would only make Han Jingting There will be no better results for her cold wave and sarcasm.

In this way, he ran to the outside of the Han family's old house with all his strength. Wen Ruosheng's clothes sweated a little, and he became colder.

Han Jingting looked at the panting Wen Ruosheng, raised his wrist gracefully, and checked the time.

"I can't see that you are still very capable." Han Jingting snorted, ignored it, turned and walked towards the old house of the Han family.

Wen Ruosheng had no choice but to follow Han Jingting towards the villa.

Her whole body began to tremble, which could be called devil training. For Wen Ruosheng who had not fully recovered from the knife wound on her body, it was really a bit of torture.

When the security guard of the Han family saw Wen Ruosheng, he asked in a low voice, "Young Master Han, who is this?"

Han Jingting turned his head and glanced at Wen Ruosheng: "My assistant, please arrange the room."

Hearing that it was an assistant, the security guard suddenly became less nervous, and nodded: "Okay, I will report to the housekeeper."

Just like that, Wen Ruosheng was brought to a room that looked like a storage room.

Compared with the dilapidated warehouse of the Wen family, this place is much better.

There was a small bed in the corner. The moment Wen Ruosheng saw the bed, she felt much more at ease.

"You can live here." A servant pointed to the room and said.

"Okay, thank you." Wen Ruosheng responded politely.

The door of the room was closed, Wen Ruosheng swayed a little, leaning on the wall with one hand, and walked towards the bed.

Hearing a bang, Wen Ruosheng fell down on the bed without any strength in his body.

The servant who came out of the storage room stood outside the door and took a deep breath. This storage room hadn't been entered for a long time, and it was full of dust, making it hard to breathe.

The servants couldn't help but began to complain.

"The assistant lives here?"

"Listen to the housekeeper, don't pay too much attention to it, even Young Master Han didn't say anything, so we don't have to worry about it." The servant laughed dryly.

In the old house of the Han family, if there is no backer, it would be considered miserable.

It's a pity that Wen Ruosheng was the one who was abandoned, and the place where he lived was not even as good as the dormitory of the servants of the Han family.

"Forget it, forget it, it has nothing to do with us, it's better not to talk nonsense behind your back." A servant said.

The two of them left the storage room and returned to their respective jobs.

Han Jingting returned to the upstairs room, took a hot bath, and sat on the sofa wrapped in a towel.

This day is still very busy, there are always unfinished tasks, open the laptop on the table, and continue to deal with these trivial things.

There is still a cooperation project in his hand that needs to be reviewed by him. When he opened the document, he found that some meeting materials had been left in the group office. Han Jingting picked up the phone in his hand and sent a message to Wen Ruosheng.

After about 10 minutes, there was still no response, Han Jingting frowned slightly, and glanced at the phone screen.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got up and walked downstairs.

"Where is he?" Han Jingting asked.

The servant hurriedly pointed to the storage room on the side: "It's over there."

Han Jingting strode towards that direction.

The door of the room was unlocked, and Han Jingting didn't intend to knock on the door, so he pushed the door open and walked in.

"Wen Ruosheng, didn't you see the message I sent you?" Han Jingting roared loudly.

After a long time, there was no response, Wen Ruosheng just lay on the bed, motionless.

This made Han Jingting really annoyed, he took a few steps forward, holding Wen Ruosheng's clothes, trying to pick her up.

When her fingers touched her skin, she felt hot for a while.

The clothes are still a little damp, and feel comfortable in the hand.

Han Jingting frowned, only then did he notice that Wen Ruosheng was different.

Her cheeks flushed for a while, and her facial features were almost shrunk together. It could be seen that she was in some pain at the moment.

Han Jingting was a little flustered, and pulled Wen Ruosheng's hand: "Are you okay?"

At this moment, Wen Ruosheng didn't have the strength to speak anymore, she just wanted to lie here quietly, take a good rest, close her eyes, and she wouldn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

She shook her head with all her strength: "It's okay."