The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

He Chongtian simply put on casual clothes and opened the curtains. It was already bright outside, and the sunlight shone on his simple white T-shirt.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

He Chongtian went to open the door. Ye Rong was wearing a very different style today, an island-style strapless tube top skirt.

The scent of perfume that hit her was quite decent, and she had breakfast in her hand.

He tutted to the sky, "Didn't we talk about making a phone call?"

Ye Rong smiled cordially and said, "Similarly, this hotel is also our property."

One sentence explained why she knew his room number, and also demonstrated her local strength.

He is just a general manager, but he can go all out in Manzhe. So what kind of style does the chairman of Manzhe Miracle have to have?

He Chongtian thought this, turned his head slightly and dusted the cigarette ashes into the ashtray, then leaned back in the chair.

Ye Rong sat on the chair opposite him and put the breakfast in her hand on the table.

"I just happened to pass by the breakfast restaurant, thinking it's so early, you probably haven't eaten yet."

He Chongtian hummed, and then he saw Ye Rong wearing no makeup and two dark circles under her eyes.

Ye Rong noticed his gaze, and while unpacking the food box, she said with a smile: "I found it through some channels and searched in the township residents' database all night."

She took out a document bag from her bag and handed it to He Chongtian.

He Chongtian took it and opened it. Ye Rong sat opposite, yawning and stretching like a cat.

In the document bag, there is a very old group photo, with red letters at the top saying: Manzhe Township Arts and Crafts Vocational High School.

The photo is a paper printout, slightly blurrier, with the name underneath.

He Chongtian quickly checked and found Yuan Gongxian. He was sitting on the side of the first row. He was thin, small, and withered, very inconspicuous, and his facial features could not be seen clearly.

He took out his mobile phone, took a close-up of 18-year-old Yuan Gongxian's face, and sent it to Zhou Zheng for pixel restoration.

"Thank you." He Chongtian put away the document.

Ye Rong smiled brightly, her fair apple muscles reflecting the morning light, "I wish I could help you."

She pointed to the food on the table again, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought some. Is there anything that suits your appetite?"

He Chongtian glanced at the things on the table and picked up a bun.

He was wondering, after Du Hongqiu's death, would buns become an untouchable taboo in Chenxiang Yin?

She has lived for so long, so she should have many taboos, and behind each taboo is the cruelty that was once vivid.

Having said that, this woman didn't even notice that he ran away from home, right?

Ye Rong felt lusty anger out of thin air when she saw He Soaring and biting the bun hard. She must have been eating like this when she was eating so voraciously.

She came today with a little caution.

Bright long dress, light and makeup-free, rich and colorful morning, warm smile, dark circles under his eyes because of his hard work staying up late.

She saw the relationship between He Chongtian and Shen Xiangyin.

He Chongtian is trapped in love, but Chen Xiangyin always raises his head, looking arrogant, as if He Chongtian owes her.

Such a man can't be found even with a lantern. If she doesn't cherish him, don't blame others for taking advantage of him.

Ye Rong knew that men also need care and coaxing.

She has a generous attitude, naturally radiates charm and care, and can find no fault with her.

Ye Rong thought of this and said, "In the photo, Yuan Gongxian's teacher is still alive. I found out his address. When are we free to go and have a look?"

He Qingtian swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of coconut water, and said, "Send me the address."

Ye Rong smiled softly, "I am over eighty years old. If you go alone, you will frighten others and you will not be able to ask anything."

Before He Chongtian could respond, his cell phone rang, a reminder for a video call.

As if looking forward to something, He Chongtian immediately looked at the phone screen with concern, and then a subtle smile appeared on his lips.

He immediately put down the bun, wiped his hands quickly, and clicked to connect.

In the picture, Chen Xiangyin is wearing a helmet, and his long hair is fluttering in the wind.

"Xuanguo, ride slower, I'm on the phone." Chen Xiangyin said this first.

He frowned, curious about what she was doing, but didn't ask, just pretending to wait for her to say it first.

His face was dark, but his heartbeat was reviving violently.

He didn't see that Ye Rong, who was sitting opposite, had a frozen expression on her face and her smile was gone.

Chen Xiangyin opened the windshield on his helmet, "He Chongtian, are you busy?"

"Fortunately."

"You...where are you?" On the screen, Chen Xiangyin's face was closer, looking at his environment.

He stretched his arms to the sky, zoomed out the camera, and showed her the hotel bed behind him, "If you are kicked out by someone, you have to find a place to stay."

"You mean me? Should I chase you away?" Chen Xiangyin didn't expect this at all. That day, all she could think about was that the ugly ghost would fly away.

He Chongtian squinted his eyes and glanced at her, it was self-evident.

"Misunderstanding, I have something to ask you."

He raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?" As soon as he said it, he realized that Ye Rong was here, and then said, "Wait a minute."

Ye Rong then found the right time and said, "Mr. He, then... you guys talk first?"

What a charming "Mr. Crane".

When Agarwood was introduced, his head felt like a thunderbolt. At seven o'clock in the morning, He Chongtian checked into the hotel, and Ye Rong was in his room?

During the three days when He Chongtian was away, were he and Ye Rong together?

"Which hotel are you in?" Chen Xiang said in a calm tone.

He Chongtian reacted quickly, but instead of explaining, he was very helpful. "Manzhe Intercontinental Resort Hotel, do you want to come over? Xiaoye bought a lot of breakfast, and the two of us can't finish it."

"Wait."

Chen Xiang hung up the video, and He Tingtian chuckled twice as if there was some lingering lingering effect.

"Mr. He, I... better leave first, don't let Miss Shen misunderstand."

The corner of He Chongtian's mouth curled up into a wanton smile again, and his words became a little more lively.

"It's okay, have you eaten? Eat some." He Chongtian said as he picked up the bun and threw it into the trash can, then covered it with a bag.

What he wants is for Chenxiang to cause misunderstanding. How can Chenxiang Yin be angry when Ye Rong is gone?

Half an hour later, Ye Rong was restless. Of course she could see that He Chongtian was using her as a tool.

I wanted to leave, but just as I was thinking of words to speak, the doorbell rang.

Crane stood up and swaggered to open the door.

A blast of cold air rushed through the door, and Chen Xiangyin walked straight in with an expressionless face, followed by the young man who looked like he was watching a show.

Chen Xiangyin was confused. She didn't even know what she wanted to do. She just wanted to see with her own eyes what was going on.

She and He Chongtian haven't figured it out yet. If He Chongtian really has a new love at this time, she doesn't have to be so entangled.

Seeing that Ye Rong was wearing high heels, only one pillow on the bed had signs of use, and only one pair of hotel slippers were used, Chen Xiangyin relaxed and walked to the table.

The breakfast on the table was very rich and she was embarrassed.

"Miss Ye, you can leave first if you leave the documents. Thank you for sending them to me." He Chongtian said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, Ye Rong felt humiliated and immediately stood up, "Get in touch later."

"Xuan Guo, give it to her." He Chongtian's eyes fell on Shen Xiangyin's blushing cheeks.

The door closed and Xuanguo sent Ye Rong out.

He Chongtian lazily unbuttoned his collar and settled into the chair.

"Agarwood, do you smell the sour smell?"

The confusing tune dragged out its ending, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Chen Xiangyin pretended to be calm: "What's so sour? I really have something urgent to do with you."

"What a coincidence, I also have something urgent to ask you."