Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

After Rong Huang went back, he went to Liyuan in the afternoon to watch the puppet perform in an opera after dinner.

Babbling and babbling, Rong Huang nearly fell asleep.

Recently, Rong Huang has learned a little bit, and gradually got used to the babbling tunes of the opera, and even dozed off in such an environment.

Rong Huang, pack up quickly, President Cen wants to see you. Boss Fang suddenly appeared, and hurriedly pulled Rong Huang up from the sofa.

Although he loves Rong Huang as his own daughter, he also knows that with an identity like Rong Huang's, he is doomed not to marry a good family as his wife.

Instead of marrying a commoner and living in poverty for the rest of his life, he might as well be with President Cen.

After all, President Cen is rich, isn't he?

If Rong Huang gave birth to President Cen another son in the future, wouldn't his status be secure?

At that time, it doesn't matter whether you are a wife or not.

Rong Huang stared in a daze after being woken up, with an irritable expression on his face.

Chairman Cen?

Which President Cen?

How dare you interrupt the king's rest!

Being urged by Boss Fang to go to President Cen's private room, Rong Huang pushed the door open, saw the people in the private room, almost couldn't hold back the door and fled.

Damn, why is Feng Bingbing always lingering?

Rong Huang stayed where he was, Boss Fang quickly laughed along with him, President Cen, forgive me, Rong Huang is timid and has never seen the world.

Who hasn't seen the world? You have never seen the world.

Rong Huang whispered in his heart, but with a serious expression on his face, he took two steps forward, bent down and bowed, Hello, President Cen.

Like a well-behaved student who greets the teacher.

Seeing the little girl's obedient appearance, with her neck hanging down and motionless, her slender neck seemed to be broken when folded, a smile flashed in Cen Liangxi's eyes.

Timid? Not necessarily.

If he hadn't made a private move to settle the matter last time, that old man Feng Zhengping might not know how he would have dealt with the little girl after hearing the woman blowing his pillow.

But this is not a problem, when the little girl is brought home, any interest can be asked for.

Cen Liangxi tapped the table with his slender fingers, concealing deep pleasure.

The secretary holding a glass of wine in the corner was a little surprised. The president is in a good mood? Is it because of seeing the famous Rong Huang?

The answer is of course the latter.

Cen Liangxi looked at Rong Huang who wished to shrink himself into a quail, raised his hand to beckon, and said in a hoarse voice, Come here.

Rong Huang retreated subconsciously, and waved her hands again and again, No no no no no.

Ronghuang Qiaomi-mi clenched her fists, when will this damn habit of stuttering when nervous get rid of? !

Cen Liangxi raised his eyebrows, Ruyue's cold face was still expressionless, making one wonder if it was facial paralysis.

Come here. Cen Liangxi said again.

Boss Fang didn't expect that little ancestor Rong Huang would be so incapable of coming today, so he urged in a low voice, Chairman Cen is calling you, go. He even gave Rong Huang a hand when it was over.

Rong Huang staggered, his legs went limp and he fell forward.

Cen Liangxi quickly reached out to support the little girl.

But he underestimated Ronghuang's weight, the little girl seemed to be a little heavier than expected, and couldn't match the light clouds he thought.

Then, Rong Huang slapped onto his lap.

It is summer now, and Cen Liangxi's trousers are light and breathable.

The little girl's shallow breath sprayed onto his legs, and Cen Liangxi's throat moved slightly.

stand up.

Rong Huang hurriedly got up and sat aside, maybe it was her illusion that Cen Liangxi's voice seemed hoarse than before.

Rong Huang rubbed his ears, it must be an illusion?

I'm sorry. Rong Huang said dryly.