The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

The assistant closed his eyes and let out a howl.

Young master, the second master wants you to go home quickly and say hello to your wife!

As soon as he finished yelling, he quickly opened the distance between the two of them, for fear of being used as a punching bag.

The music was turned off, and the noisy box was instantly quiet.

The room was eerie, silent and even the air seemed to be condensed.

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...

No, didn't the wife of the Rong family disappeared long ago?

Where did this lady come from?

Wait... Could this be Er Ye's woman?

Fuck, they seem to have heard some great news.

Accidentally learned the secrets of the top giants, wouldn't they be silently wiped off their necks?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and they lowered their heads with different expressions, not daring to look at Rong Shao's livid face.

Oh? Madame?

Sitting on the sofa, Rong Shichu's back was stiff, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

He lit the cigarette in his hand and took a deep drag.

The thin smoke lingering around him added a bit of mystery to him.

Rong Shichu looked unpredictable, picked up his coat and stood up, Let's go, go home!

As soon as he walked out of the box, there was an uproar immediately.

The big guy turned his attention to the girl on the sofa.

Their eyes were shining brightly, as if hungry wolves saw delicious tender meat.

Qing Yun, aren't you and Rong Shao boyfriend and girlfriend? When did the Rong family have a wife?

Good Qingyun, just tell us the truth and we promise we will never spread it to the outside world.

The girl surrounded by the crowd blushed slightly because of her shyness.

Gu Qingyun grabbed the hem of the skirt with her small hands, pursed her lips, and said a little helplessly: This... I don't know very well.

After finishing speaking, she silently lowered her head, her eyes flickering with a faint light.

After the man in the corner of the box answered the phone, he walked towards Gu Qingyun with a serious face, Yun'er, it's time for us to go home.

Gu Xichen's side face was sharp and angular, and his deep eyes were full of worry.

Why the hell would a company be hacked?

The man's eyes were too harsh, and Gu Qingyun's heart skipped a beat.

Okay, brother.

She obediently stood up, handed Gu Xichen her hand, and the two left the box hand in hand.

The protagonists of tonight's party have all left, and those who stay feel bored and leave with their hearts full of worries.

Rong Shichu sat in the car with a heavy heart, completely unable to figure out from which corner this Madam came out of.

He sat like a needle, and his heart was tormented.

Just a few minutes by car, but it seems as long as a century.

Ten minutes later, Rong Shichu stood at the door of the house with a grim expression.

Pa-ta--

He threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stepped on the unburned cigarette on his exquisite leather shoes, and crushed it vigorously.

Master, you are back.

Hurry up and enter the house, the lady is still waiting inside.

Hearing what the servant said, Rong Shichu gave her an unkind look.

Shut your mouth if you don't want to die.

There was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, he straightened his clothes and walked quickly into the room.

Tatatatat—

Men's leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stomped on the floor.

Hearing the somewhat messy footsteps, the girl nestled on the sofa opened her eyes.

With a smile on her lips, she leaned her elbows on the arm of the sofa.

When Rong Shichu came to the living room, he happened to see this scene.

It's a pity that at this time, he has no intention of admiring any beauties at all.

Heh... What kind of disgusting thing is this thing, even dare to enter the gate of my house at will.

With one hand in his pocket, he looked arrogantly at the lazy and alluring Mu Changying.

Rong Shichu raised his foot to step on the tea table and kicked the water cup on it to the ground.

Are you going out by yourself or shall I have someone carry you out?

This woman is really tired of working, and I don't know what kind of status she is worthy of the title of Mrs. Rong?